<?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-7925623</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:50:40.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ + Into The World Of A Fallen Angel + +</title><subtitle type='html'>If you like it,read it...if you hate it,get the shit outta here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-1866833737036462267</id><published>2008-01-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:19:05.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Goodbye 2007, hello 2008! Time to stay focused and plan things ahead. Shall never look back. Gotta stand tough on my own ground and fight for what I believe in! Had a blast at Mardi Gras last night, partying like lunatic with a bunch of cool peeps! Not to mention, a fucking idiot that we know got pissed drunk and started molesting a few gals from the table next to us! What the...A minute later, received a text message from Audrey saying, "Hey, guess what? I saw your friend Mr X with another chique at Poppy!"...Who cares? It's not important anymore! Thank god 2007's officially gone...*poof* No more heartache, no more sadness, no more hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;New year resolutions :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. Spend more time at gym, at least 3 times a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. Work smart, not hard. Earn more to shop and get all the fancy gadgets that top the list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. More quality time spent with family and close friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Travel! Travel! Travel more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5. Do some charity work as I've been such a bitch all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/2852/63819090uy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Happy New Year!!! Happy 2008 muthafuckas! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-1866833737036462267?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1866833737036462267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1866833737036462267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-168099651373619883</id><published>2007-12-30T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:14:41.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alienated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Drove all the way to Northern Republic Coffee just to have a fucking drink on a Sunday afternoon. Guess what? I'm all alone in this place. In fact, I hate crowded places. So yea, pretty much enjoying the ambience here. Maybe I'm no longer a stranger to this term, 'alienated.' I seriously need my own space! Flying to Bangkok in just 5 days, yet I'm not prepared, not even anticipating the moment at all. Times flies, really. It's been a month, since I last saw him. Although he's just a phone call away, I don't even bother to give him a ring. Why? 'Cause I feel that he's not that important to me anymore. Somehow I can sense that he's very contented with his new life now, ever since he got back with her. Whether she's still clinging to this relationship of theirs because of his wealth or not, it's none of my goddamn business anymore. The truth is I ain't a fucking information counter that's there for him when he needs help or anything and I can't pretend to be one anymore. Honestly, I really hope that one day, he falls onto the ground, real hard...so that he'll eventually realize what a fool he has been. Just make sure that he won't be in front of my house door, crying like a bitch. Watch it all fall, motherfucka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;NYE is just one day to go! Can't wait to party with the gang once again! Let's get drunk! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-168099651373619883?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/168099651373619883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/168099651373619883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-end.html' title='Alienated?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-4062349143634309848</id><published>2007-12-26T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:26:15.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Blessed X'mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Five bottles of whiskey, a few buckets of Heineken, a bunch of lovely peeps...and the rest is history. Hope everyone had a blessed X'mas! Again, Adam lied to me! Santa Claus never asked me to sit on his lap and whisper my secret present to him. Why? 'Cause there ain't no Santa. That simple. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/8493/blogjg4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-4062349143634309848?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4062349143634309848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4062349143634309848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessed-xmas.html' title='Blessed X&apos;mas'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-1383066714724157726</id><published>2007-12-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:29:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Longer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I no longer think of you and the moments we spent together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I no longer miss the times you were there for me when I needed you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I no longer worry whether you're contented with your life or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I no longer give a flying fuck bout you and another her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I no longer have that kinda special feelings towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The truth of the matter is...I no longer care bout you. You can do whatever you want. Just leave me alone. Don't even ask me what I think about you and her getting back together. At the end of the day, it's all up to you. The decision is in your hands. If you still can't get your head straight, don't come find me. You're nothing but a self-centered bastard. Well, I don't wanna be such a damn fool and tell you what to do 'cause it might end up hurting me too. Don't fucking bother me anymore. I do have a life. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-1383066714724157726?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1383066714724157726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1383066714724157726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-longer.html' title='No Longer...'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-6560468784467133575</id><published>2007-11-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:56:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerk...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why do you have to treat me this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why do you let me know bout her stuff each time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why do you keep breaking my heart into pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why can't we have a good conversation each time we talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What have I done to deserve all this bulls and craps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What am I to you? Just a friend who has a tiny little place in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If I mean nothing to you, just leave me alone and let me move on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you really think she's the one for you, go ahead and patch up things with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quit playing games with my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-6560468784467133575?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6560468784467133575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6560468784467133575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-7726734519694778747</id><published>2007-11-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:52:39.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's NOT Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's NOT Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Goddammit! Sleepless nights, dealing with insomnia and endless work at the same time. How am I gonna survive? Or am I ever gonna survive this 'battle'? Imagine only 2-3 hours of sleep each fucking day. I hope I don't have to buy a pair of glasses anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;Was up pretty early today with such a fucked up mood! What's new? Got mad at my cousin and threw a tantrum after the meeting again. Guess I seriously need to attend some anger and stress management classes. Period. Each and every single day, a new challenge awaits me. Yet I'm still complaining like a bitch due to lack of sleep and loss of concentration. But hell yeh, thank god it's Friday! TGIF! Finally, weekend is oh so near and need I say more? Say YES to retail therapy! Shop like there's no tomorrow! Gotta settle my car insurance / installment and shit as well as other debts A.S.A.P yet I'm still in the mood to shop. Call me crazy, whatever. I don't fucking care anymore. True that money can't buy happiness but with all the luxury things around, it's hard to resist. Clothes, shoes, handbags, gadgets, for instance. Whatever it is, the 'battle' isn't over. Gotta enter the 'battlefield' again on Monday and fucking continue this game of survival. It's getting even more intense than all Call Of Duty or Soldier of Fortune series combined together! There's no giving up, even knowing there's no way out. This is it, this is the moment of truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/7046/rose1cd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Here's an example of what money can't buy. It's something known as sincerity. Thank you my dear for such romantic dinner and lovely rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-7726734519694778747?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7726734519694778747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7726734519694778747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-not-over.html' title='It&apos;s NOT Over'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3407397287894385013</id><published>2007-11-04T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:46:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm over your lies and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm over your games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm over you asking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you know I'm not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You call me and I pick up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And though you've been telling me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know you're not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That's why your eyes, I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Your smile, I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Realized...I'm over it, I'm over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nothing but lies, lies and lies. Therefore, I'm so over it. End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3407397287894385013?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3407397287894385013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3407397287894385013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/11/over-it.html' title='Over It'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-34526978916056963</id><published>2007-10-31T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:04:21.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you walk through a stormhold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Your head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And don't be afraid of the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At the end of a storm is a golden sky&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet silver song of a lark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walk on through the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walk on through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And you'll never walk alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You'll never, ever walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You'll never, ever walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He's leaving tomorrow. When he looked into my eyes last night, I wish the moment would last forever. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-34526978916056963?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/34526978916056963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/34526978916056963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Walk Alone'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-2856468693183575093</id><published>2007-10-28T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:45:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Forgiving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Forgiving?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Basically he did something that kinda pissed me off just now but I still acted nothing and said, "It's all right." Am I being too nice to him? Am I being too forgiving to him that he seems to take things for granted at times? Just when I thought it was the right time to forget him and leave all the memories behind, he called me and gave me some bull. Same old shit! Well, I don't wanna see him going on like this anymore. Not only that it hurts him, it hurts me deep inside too. When the other her doesn't give two fucks bout him, why should he still bother? He should get his head straight and end all this nonsense before he suffers from hurt and pain again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-2856468693183575093?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/2856468693183575093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/2856468693183575093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/too-forgiving.html' title='Too Forgiving?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-1234551548402980046</id><published>2007-10-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:51:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Hard to Say Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's So Hard To Say Goodbye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How do I say goodbye to what we had? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The good times that made us laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Outweigh the bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd get to see forever&lt;br /&gt;But forever's gone away&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this road Is going to lead&lt;br /&gt;All I know is where we've been&lt;br /&gt;And what we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we get to see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's worth all the wait&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take with me the memories&lt;br /&gt;To be my sunshine after the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take with me the memories&lt;br /&gt;To be my sunshine after the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/1841/cutedoggieuu9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-1234551548402980046?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1234551548402980046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1234551548402980046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s So Hard to Say Goodbye...'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3973290005034455034</id><published>2007-10-13T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T02:18:19.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitching, bitching, bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitching, bitching, bitching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As usual, my bitching session with my so-called chi mui, Su Gin (I'll definitely get it from him this time!) lasted a few hours. At first we had alot to talk about until he started asking me about you-know-who. Damn! Nevertheless, I pretty much enjoyed our conversation. Thanks for being there for me, man! Sometimes I think guys are more understanding than gals. At least they listen and pay attention to what you're trying to say or tell. Unlike those damn bitches who think they're right all the time, not giving you a chance to explain / voice out your opinion. But over-talkative guys are annoying as hell. Needless to say, it's a major turn-off. In conclusion, humans are so damn complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3973290005034455034?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3973290005034455034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3973290005034455034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/bitching-bitching-bitching.html' title='Bitching, bitching, bitching'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-2855368437868009896</id><published>2007-10-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:04:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miserable...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Miserable...That's the best word to define life at this very moment. No idea why. Been feeling down lately. Fucking depressed and down all of a sudden. Esp. after hearing what Audrey told me earlier. I followed her to buy a fucking vase with some roses for her bf's restaurant opening this noon somewhere near Sogo and Pertama Complex and got stuck in a jam for an hour. At last we found what we wanted and left the fucking place. She was like, "thank god we're leaving this 'pet pet' place now! So yea, as usual we'd talk about relationship issues and shit! Which in the end both of us got irritated by the fact that we're both love fools. I was so speechless when his name suddenly popped up! Like WTF?! What does he want from me? Or am I only a friend to him? So confusing! Talking about this so-called Mr X, he called me a couple of times earlier, before I headed to Yu Jia Village with my mum, aunt, cousin, cousin-in-law for dinner. At first we kinda had an interesting conversation, until he mentioned something bout another 'her'. I knew he didn't mean to but heck, it really broke my heart into pieces! Yet I had to act nothing so that he wouldn't know. It's such a fucking miserable life. Why do I have to hide my true feelings each time? Humans are so damn selfish, greedy and demanding. They'll forget you when they meet someone new. That's human nature. Maybe I should just live and learn, then get over this shit eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-2855368437868009896?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/2855368437868009896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/2855368437868009896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/miserable.html' title='Miserable...'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3691920096603989346</id><published>2007-10-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:28:27.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Ironic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just when I was lazing on my bed, listening to some depressing shit (one of our favourite tracks) via iTunes, he called. We talked for like 10 minutes. Basically a stupid yet funny conversation as he kept cracking shitty jokes! Just like those days. How entertaining, indeed. Although it was nothing but a lame phone conversation, I still enjoyed talking to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/217/phonecalldi0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3691920096603989346?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3691920096603989346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3691920096603989346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-ironic.html' title='So Ironic'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-5232444015394075083</id><published>2007-10-01T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:28:24.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tell Or Not To Tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;To Tell Or Not To Tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Never thought I would meet him again after all this while. Never thought a phone call from him would change everything. Never thought we still had so much to talk about, after losing contact for so many months. Should I tell him how I feel? Should I tell him that I still miss him? Knowing that another her has been treating him like a fool and hurting him, I was heartbroken, yet I pretended to be alright in front of him. He was never this depressed before. It seems so clear to me that he's been holding back, alot. He was pretty much a cheerful and laid-back guy back then. I still remember all the good ol' times and fun we had together. All the memories had never faded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/4977/waitingll3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-5232444015394075083?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/5232444015394075083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/5232444015394075083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='To Tell Or Not To Tell?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-4576839700243314756</id><published>2007-09-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:23:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Life has been a total bitch to me all this while. But today, a great miracle happened! I ain't gonna spill the beans anytime soon, whatever 'cause it's completely P&amp;amp;C. It's absofuckinglutely an overwhelming joy! Well, I just know that I'm all over the moon as I'm so fucking happy now! God is actually being fair to me! Thank you God for always being there for me and blessing me so damn much! Audrey and Krystle, I miss y'all! =) Damn, I'm going insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-4576839700243314756?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4576839700243314756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4576839700243314756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/09/omfg.html' title='OMFG!!!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-6973625861873923786</id><published>2007-09-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:32:54.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Little Too Late?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Little Too Late?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I missed those days where Audrey used to tell me jokes and ghost stories in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I missed those days where Krystle used to skip classes with me and do stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I missed those days where Apple Ling used to make us laugh like lunatic bitches during each Moral lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I missed those days where we used to make fun of each other and cry over tiny wee matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I missed those days where me and him still talked to each other, how he made me smile all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I missed those days where he gave me endless care and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All the good ol' times. Knowing the fact that things'll never be the same again, I only wish that somehow I could turn back time and relive the past. Sometimes I realize that I'm such a fool for missing him. I mean, why should I think of him when I know that he has a girlfriend? Why should I even bother when I'm not important to him anymore? It's just too little too late...Too little too late for him to know the truth, too little too late for me to let him know all that I have left unsaid. Is he contented with his life now? Is he happy with his other-half? Hope he's a much more cheerful person than before...'cause deep down inside, I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/5619/footprintlf9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-6973625861873923786?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6973625861873923786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6973625861873923786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too Little Too Late?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-83471260267463557</id><published>2007-09-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:36:00.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back From Hiatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After being on hiatus for so many goddamn months, I've decided to blog a little since some people have been asking me to update this fucking blog. Nothing much to write about, really. Currently busy with my job. But I still manage to spare some time for my buddies every now and then. Like today, I was supposed to hit the gym for my workout but I chose to hang out with Audrey, my shopping 'kaki'. We had lunch at Delicious at first, then off to Telawi for some shopping therapy. We ended up buying some clothes from Gossips. Owh yea, I bumped into Jason in Bangsar Village. Why do I always bump into him? I nearly fainted when he called my name. Damn! It's just like meeting your idol. I was fucking dumbstruck. No joke. Audrey, if you're reading this, thanks alot for spending the noon with me! Honestly, I really appreciate your lame jokes and horror stories. Trust me, this bitch cracks me up every second. Let's talk bout the clubbing session last night. Absofuckinglutely had some quality time with my mates at Sanctuary! Well, Elaine was fucking drunk and high, then she kept patting my back, as if giving me some advice. Haha! We were so wild and crazy, enjoying ourselves to the max. Can't wait to celebrate my b-day with 'em real soon! No one will leave the place sober this time, I believe. Off to bed now, anyways. Last but not least, here are some photos :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8836/blog1is2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Forever sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/1142/blog2ki9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eugene, all drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/164/blog3cv0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Good girls gone bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/9208/blog4te3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Still sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/3700/blog5rd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eugene and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/4153/blog6bl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chi mui of 10 fucking years, meet Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-83471260267463557?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/83471260267463557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/83471260267463557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back From Hiatus'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-6686250568282026965</id><published>2007-06-05T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:16:23.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruit Talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn you Chloe! You're soooo lame with your dirty jokes =p And I ain't sending you a box of fresh mangoes via FedEx so you can stop day-dreaming. Come back home from Brissy soon, will ya? We (your folks, your bro and I) miss ya heaps! Let's visit the Viet restaurant in 1U again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/2356/chloevn7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-6686250568282026965?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6686250568282026965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6686250568282026965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/06/fruit-talk.html' title='Fruit Talk'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-7491585475189722549</id><published>2007-06-01T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:03:52.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...the results are in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally...the results are in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At last, I've got my very own degree in graphic &amp; advertising design! Went to college earlier around 4pm to collect my stuff. The results are pretty remarkable as I obtained a B+ for the entire FYP. Yay! Actually the college management already prepared the cert for me a couple of months ago. Just that I didn't have the time to drop by and collect it. Phew! Well, I still gotta hand 'em my proposal so that they can return the deposit to me. Anyways, I had such a wonderful time with all the peeps there. They really are down-to-earth and kind human beings. Unlike some bitches who brag 24-7, about their luxury lives, bla bla bla. As if we're soooo interested to know. The truth is they have no idea that life ain't easy. Debbie, agree with me? =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/9869/degreemx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;27th September 2006...I graduated good. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-7491585475189722549?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7491585475189722549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7491585475189722549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/06/finallythe-results-are-in.html' title='Finally...the results are in!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-2007932922657545905</id><published>2007-05-20T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:25:46.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night To Remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Night To Remember!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tsk...tsk, I'm too busy for an update since I've been stuck with a pile of work lately. What to do? Life is a bitch. Too bad I ain't like some lucky bitches who just sit down it front of the PC ('till they get a fat ass!) and shake their elephant legs to get highly paid, yet still act like they work real hard in front of other peeps and shit like that! Alright, alright. Enough of that! Anyways, Happy B-day Elaine! You're getting old. Shit! Haha! Hope you enjoyed the night with us at the so-called VVIP area! All of us did have some crazy fun together, except for Darren as he looked kinda bored, sitting there at the corner alone. Poor dude =( And thanks to Kelvin for re-filling the drinks non-stop for me 'till I have a goddamn sorethroat right now. You're gonna get it from me next time, asshole! And I doubt you finished the two bottles of Dewars all by yourself while we headed to the dancefloor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody...just give it to me, give it to me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/5655/blog1hv2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alex, looking cool, huh? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img527.imageshack.us/img527/3382/blog2wf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;VVIP baybee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9733/blog3vs8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cheers, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/1417/blog4qu8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/6401/blog6aq6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kelvin oh Kelvin, it seems more like your big day, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/7306/blog5if8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picture perfect =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-2007932922657545905?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/2007932922657545905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/2007932922657545905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/05/night-to-remember.html' title='A Night To Remember!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-528001005313653078</id><published>2007-05-01T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:32:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Joke, Mate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks For The Joke, Mate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Krystle oh Krystle, what's the matter with you, man? You've been cracking shit up all day long! Audrey is so gonna laugh her ass off if she ever gets to see this. Wuahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/7051/jokesy6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-528001005313653078?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/528001005313653078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/528001005313653078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-for-joke-mate.html' title='Thanks For The Joke, Mate!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-6492680677922137278</id><published>2007-04-30T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:31:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Another Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"If I had another chance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'd try to tell you that the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We had were right..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks dear for the wonderful song! Miss ya lots! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-6492680677922137278?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6492680677922137278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/6492680677922137278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-you-lately.html' title='Love You Lately'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-4658111333576420730</id><published>2007-04-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:58:50.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG! I Met Chester Bennington!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG! I Met Chester Bennington!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeh right! I just got home from KLCC and &lt;strong&gt;I fucking met the front man of LP, Chester Bennington&lt;/strong&gt; a moment ago! Holy fuck! When I first got there, I placed an order for the pre-sale thingy then got myself a gigantic LP poster! Gotta wait for another one goddamn month to collect my CD. Surprisingly, I bumped into the twins - Alicia and Alexis! They were just right bbehind me in the front row. Although we waited three fucking hours in a row, it was really worth it! Around 5.30pm, Chester arrived at Tower Records and all of us totally went berserk! Trust me, I was never this excited before! Those who had a poster in hand got themselves a chance to meet Chester for the autograph session and no doubt I was one of 'em! Be jealous, very jealous. Not only that I got to shake hands with him, &lt;strong&gt;I also received a super warm friendly hug from him&lt;/strong&gt;! Chester,you're SO fucking good looking! He was really kind and humble to the fans there! Definitely different from lotsa huge stars out there. Hopefully, there'll be a gig real soon! Can't wait to watch 'em perform live! Linkin Park rocks my socks! LP FOR LIFE! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/2493/posterox7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;CHESTER's autograph! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-4658111333576420730?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4658111333576420730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4658111333576420730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/04/omfg-i-met-chester-bennington.html' title='OMFG! I Met Chester Bennington!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3013386745676211876</id><published>2007-03-31T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:52:34.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet Another Chill-Out Session&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;First of all, I have to say that Mr Bean's Holiday is one of the funniest shit I ever watched in my entire life!&lt;/span&gt; I must admit that the loudest bitch in the cinema that time was me. No biggie as it was so bloody hilarious! That shit was phat! Afterall, Q-ing for like 30 goddamn minutes at the ticketing counter was worth it! Liz and I were so excited bout the movie! So effin funny 'til I shed a few tears. I fucking love comedies! Yesterday was pay day! Therefore we gals planned a day out at my second-home, KLCC. Chilis was so fucking packed by the time we entered. But we managed to get a table though. Couldn't ask for more than an hour of gossips as well as sinful indulgences (great food + cool drinks)! Ernie sent me some text messages, informing me that he's in Malaysia at the moment. He got me some stuff from UK. I wonder what it is. So sweet of him, indeed! Phew! Really tired after spending the whole day outdoor. Gotta take a hot shower, then off to bed. Chatting on MSN with Debbie and Su Gin at the same time. Damn! I suck at multi-tasking, trust me. I'm so outta here. Fucking off now, peace out peeps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img476.imageshack.us/img476/4231/01iy8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Triple Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img476.imageshack.us/img476/1408/02nr6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Monterey Chicken - me like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img476.imageshack.us/img476/1033/03zu7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Green tea frapuccino =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img476.imageshack.us/img476/1091/04su2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My homie, my big sis, my good buddy...meet Liz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3013386745676211876?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3013386745676211876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3013386745676211876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/03/yet-another-chill-out-session-first-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3404968800295332410</id><published>2007-03-30T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:25:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Is Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Is Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Black has always been my favourite colour and it always will be. Nokia N73 ME, welcome to my life! =) I know it's kinda pathetic posting the following picture here but I just can't help it. It's just freaking cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/7204/hpsq5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3404968800295332410?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3404968800295332410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3404968800295332410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/03/black-is-beauty.html' title='Black Is Beauty'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-4867550835098566903</id><published>2007-03-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:18:58.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Chillin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know there hasn't been much updates lately but to be brutally honest, I'm starting to get fed up with all this blogging shit. But for the sake of my dearest friends, I have to make sure that this shitty thing isn't 'abandoned.' Well, just got back from 1Utama. As usual, woke up damn early in the morning for work. But it's all right as I usually finish work around 1pm, sometimes even earlier. Met up with Anne a.k.a my partner in crime in Tmn Bahagia, then we ended up chilling in 1U. Whoa! She has changed alot since I last saw her! Seriously, I'm really really glad we're still very close buddies despite there was some kinda misunderstanding before. Both of us have endured hardship together and learned to appreciate our friendship better. Thank you for being just you all these years, Marianne Chan Chi Pek! =p...Let's go sing K and shop 'till we drop next week yea! Gotta thank her for the company today since I've been really tense with my job lately as there'll be an upcoming roadshow in KL pretty soon and I gotta make sure that everything sails smoothly (there'll be like 1000 guests that time, for like 2 days straight). Basically there'll be promotions, contests and stuff whereby every guest can participate in. I managed to get some hot chiques (you know who you are!) for this roadshow , so it's all cool. Of course there'll be pictures coming up soon. I so love my job! Can't believe I got promoted this fast. Phew! As what Deb jie said, we shouldn't give two fucks bout those damn fakes that claim they're our friends but actually treat us like crap and look down on us when they don't fucking know a damn thing bout us. I couldn't agree more. All these pricks, stay outta my way puh-leeze! I'm really happy with my life now! =)...Life has never been this good. And yea, I'm getting my Nokia N73 Music Edition real soon, together with a Hewlett Packard iPaQ RX4540. Can't wait! Alright, I'd better stop crapping now as I got some stuff to do and I'm talking to Adam, my dear, at the same time. I suck at multi-tasking! 'Till then, be patient for the next update! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/6613/001bz4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Our first order, fried calamari with marinara sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/9025/002qc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Classic carbonara, yummy! Italiannies definitely serves the best pasta in town =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/9797/004zk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stop playing with your LUX 'sabun' phone already, Anne! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/9146/003ma1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After a sinful indulgence at Italiannies, time for Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/6596/image2171xe9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last but not least, the chiques of the day, muh homie and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-4867550835098566903?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4867550835098566903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4867550835098566903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-chillin.html' title='Just Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3031312325184585064</id><published>2007-03-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:13:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just A Quick Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What's up folks? Just to let you know that I'm fucking alive and kicking. Sorry for the delay, Krystle! Been really busy with work recently. Gotta travel here and there each damn day. Well, dressing in preppy clothes ain't that bad, afterall. Sigh! Have to prepare stuff for an upcoming roadshow next week! Anyways, fuck blogging and shit! I feel like I've pretty much lost interest in this thingy. It's getting meaningless and tedious! Audrey, since you're so free at work, why not you help me with this crap instead? Talking bout Audrey, she's so gonna kill me when she sees me as she called me like 10 times the other day just to ask me out for a drink or two but I didn't answer her calls mainly 'cause I was watching Saw III excitingly on DVD and I didn't want anyone to annoy the shit out of me! How lame! But at last I did pick up the damn phone though. Life has never been this good. Can't believe I'm still in touch with my high school buddies esp. Ling Ling who has been missing in action lately! On the other hand, I'm getting a brand new Nokia N73 Music Edition soon! Jo, you'll be the first to play around with it! Screw my N80! The fucking battery died on me yesterday when I was waiting for a client in the office. Thank god I brought a spare phone. What's with technology and shit these days where they can produce a good shit gadget but can't prolong the battery life itself? That's really ridiculous! By the way, who watches American Idol? OMFG! What's up with Antonella Barba, the Eva Mendes look-alike? Geez, she butchered my favourite Corrine Bailey Rae song, Put Your Records On! I wouldn't be surprised if she leaves next. Poor gal! Her so-called fake XXX pictures are all over the net! AI is nice to watch at times when you have nothing better to do. Melinda Dolittle kinda reminds me of Anne. I can see the resemblance there. That bitch is kinda overrated. Urgh, enough for now. I seriously need some beauty sleep...Zzz! 'Till then, peace out! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4839/newpic1nc6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What a geek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3031312325184585064?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3031312325184585064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3031312325184585064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-quick-update.html' title='Just A Quick Update'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-7742390200683306752</id><published>2007-02-27T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:04:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Say hi to my childhood hero, the ever-famous Doraemon or Ding Dong. This ain't childish, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/4546/oraia7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-7742390200683306752?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7742390200683306752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7742390200683306752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/adorable.html' title='Adorable'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-8562471930543884380</id><published>2007-02-26T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:49:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Hey, wanna hang out today? I haven't had my lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krystle : Sure. Can come over and find me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me : Where? At your work place or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krystle : Nope. My house&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Your bro's house is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krystle : Yep, that's right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : The one near AP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krystle : I'm in New Zealand now, dude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : WTF?! I thought you were still in KL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krystle : Nah, I'm in NZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fuck! Time flies! Seriously, I really thought she was still in KL. Of course she fucking told me that she was leaving on Sunday but I never realized it'd be this soon. Fucking bitch never even asked me and Audrey out before you left! Krystle Ong, pls do finish your studies and come back as your family and friends here miss you heaps! A few days ago, Melissa and Su Gin headed back to Aussie soon after their CNY break. Sigh! But at least I got to hang out with them previously. Miss ya guys loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-8562471930543884380?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/8562471930543884380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/8562471930543884380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/omfg.html' title='OMFG!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-7189947084264937739</id><published>2007-02-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:16:06.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY Feast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eat, play, sleep. That's what CNY is all about. I fucking seriously need to shed off the extra pounds after CNY! =(...So not funny! I do feel depressed at times, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6462/party2pd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-7189947084264937739?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7189947084264937739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7189947084264937739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-feast.html' title='CNY Feast'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-7183806601939980504</id><published>2007-02-14T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:22:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What does Valentine's Day mean to you? Honestly, I don't give a damn bout it as it's just like any other days. You can spend it with your loved ones and friends as well. To those who're attached, do enjoy your day with your beloved bf's / gf's whereas those who're single can also hang out with your pals. Don't feel down just because you don't have that special someone by your side! By the way, I talked to Audrey last night and she sorta taught me something, about guys! Yea, right! Audrey a.k.a Sook Voon is one of my fav people in this entire world. We've been buddies since high school and she's always been very humble, down-to-earth and kind-hearted. Most importantly, she's not like other bitches out there who like to show off and think they're damn freaking hot, but actually not. Here's our conversation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : I don't get it. What's with guys?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Audrey : Tell you what, in this world, there are two types of guys you wouldn't wanna mess with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : WTF?! Wait a min! Which two types?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Audrey : Firstly, guys who always flirt around and secondly, guys who have an extremely bad temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Yea, you got it all right. I totally agree. Screw 'em!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well, thanks alot for your advice, Ms SeTo! Haha! Enjoy your Valentine's dinner with Chris, okay! As for me, I'm just gonna spend my day at gym, then have dinner at Kiku Zakura. Apparently not gonna fucking rot at home the whole day as it's a little bit sad and pathetic, isn't it. Supposedly meeting up with Sam today but his friends are coming too so I'd better have a good workout at gym instead. Alright, that's it for now. Gonna fuck off and go pack my stuff. Last but not least, Happy Valentine's Day '07! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/greeting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, fuckas! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-7183806601939980504?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7183806601939980504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7183806601939980504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-4231776429992128217</id><published>2007-02-11T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:01:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Guys =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liars, Kindly Fuck Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Guys, what's wrong with them? Most guys I know are mainly jerks and pathetic liars. I mean, if you have a gf or something, just fucking admit it. Why hide the truth? Such a goddamn sissy you are! Don't try to be a player as I ain't fucking stupid! To top it all, it's not like I'm into you or something. Blah! Give me a break. Some guys really do think highly of themselves, thinking they're absolutely perfect and flawless. Hey, pls stand in front of the fucking mirror and take a good look at yourself, k! Who the fuck do you think you are, in the first place? I don't fucking care whether you're rich or not. If your attitude sucks to the max, kindly stay outta my way 'cause I can't tolerate no more. One damn thing bout rich guys; they're very egoistic. Besides that, they're fucking full of themselves too. Despite the fact that I had an arguement with my dad last night and got pissed off with someone this morning, I still had great fun today. Nothing can bring me down, seriously. I've learnt my mistakes well. Guys can't be trusted as most of the time, they're telling lies. That's why being single isn't that bad, afterall. I'm fucking paranoid and not to mention, bitchy, I know. But this is the best way to express my anger. Perhaps throwing tantrums is what I do best. Just fucking sick of mankind, pardon me French. Goddammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyways, here's a list of what brighten up my fucked up day :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1. Japanese lunch with my bitchy gf Krystle at Octopus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2. Got a surprise phone call from Sam as he used a new number to call me. "Jie jie, how are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3. A few text messages from Gary, asking me out to the movies next week. Protege! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4. Yum cha session with Elaine, actually more like a bitching session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5. Bumped into old friends Kristy and Sook Ching at the restaurant. Kinda missed 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;6. Bernard called to cheer me up. OMFG! I never expected that at all. So sweet of him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;7. Saw him at gym and we talked for a while. He lost his hp yesterday. Poor thang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8. Jin got me a Buddha pendant from Thailand. I fucking need that to get rid of all the evils!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Some people used to tell me this shit,"An apple a day, keeps the doctor away." but I actually think that,"A ciggie a day, keeps the problems away." would be much more accurate. Bwahahaha! *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last but not least, this is dedicated to all the jerks out there :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/2wq8qjk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-4231776429992128217?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4231776429992128217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/4231776429992128217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-guys_11.html' title='Thanks Guys =)'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/2wq8qjk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-1430361565751229588</id><published>2007-02-11T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:23:04.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Meaningful Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Meaningful Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yesterday's History,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tomorrow's a Mystery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Today's a Gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;That’s why we call it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-1430361565751229588?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1430361565751229588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/1430361565751229588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-meaningful-words.html' title='Some Meaningful Words'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-7156578453768220339</id><published>2007-02-08T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:19:51.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dearest Brother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This entry goes out to my lovely bro, Sam. No matter what, you're still the best bro in the world to me. We share the same interests as we both love red wine and vodka! Life would be meaningless without your existence. Really can't wait to see you soon! I promise that I'll spend some time with you during CNY and that we'll play PS2 together, okay. Not to forget, we'll get the hell drunk while talking crap there with Ivone! Remember to do well in your exams! Be good when I ain't around! Love ya loads =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/2hs0t9l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-7156578453768220339?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7156578453768220339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/7156578453768220339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-lovely-bro.html' title='My Lovely Bro'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/2hs0t9l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-3296472322746358362</id><published>2007-02-06T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T02:44:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fantasic Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, it's like 2 fucking am right now and I can't get myself to sleep. The feeling is just so fucked up. Lost my fucking voice and I can't even speak clearly right now. WTF?! Put the goddamn blame on the weather! Anyways, I don't get it why people tend to complain bout Monday blues and so on as my day was fantastic! At least I got to watch some magic performance during dinner time, while enjoying my goddamn meal. I like magic alot, really. Ever since I was a kid, David Copperfield has always been an inspiration. I used to have a collection of books that contained magic tricks and stuff like that. The magician, Black is Alycia's friend, actually and he's a really awesome guy. He knows tons of magic tricks, he knows to dive, he knows how to juggle, he knows how to dance and a whole lot more. It's always cool to meet interesting people like that! Far much better, compared to those Ah Beng, Ah Seng out there. Well, he actually took two pics using my bloody N80 in Haunted Adventures and I could actually see a black figure in both pics. OMFG, it might sound scary but true! I don't wanna upload the pics to my laptop now as it will definitely scare the fucking shit out of me since it's so late now and I'm fucking alone in my room. After the wonderful dinner, we headed to 7AteNine in order to meet up with Bryan. Again, I had my lychee martini! Look how faithful I am! No matter to drinks, food, the one that I love, things, etc. But too bad, not many people fucking appreciate this special quality! Back to those days when I left my bastard ex, I'd be complaining bout being single each and every fucking day but now, I guess I'm enjoying my single life, every bit of it, more than anything else. Guess that time can really change a person and time can really turn the impossibilities into possibilities. It's just a matter of time. Anything can happen. But of course I've gotta delete all the bitches and fuckas off my life in order to start anew. No time for fools! At times goes by, I'm starting to realize who my true friends are, who aren't. Those people who try to take advantage of other people, kindly fuck off and stay the hell away from me. Some people are just meant to make your life miserable. WTF am I talking bout? Guess I'm too tired and need some good night sleep. Alycia, if you're reading this...hell yea your friend did cheer me up a little and brighten up my day! Hadn't seen someone perform magic tricks in front of me for quite some time already! Great to see ya again too! Don't forget bout the Seremban trip, yea! Alright, alright. Need to fuck off now and have some 'early' rest! It's early, isn't it...almost 3 am now. OMFG! Holy shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.tinypic.com/2hda6ib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;me and my chi mui at 7AteNine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2uhbaww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bryan, Alycia and me @ 7AteNine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-3296472322746358362?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3296472322746358362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/3296472322746358362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/fantasic-monday.html' title='Fantasic Monday'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.tinypic.com/2hda6ib_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-117052747250004063</id><published>2007-02-04T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:31:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Never thought that James would come over to KL and look for me since he has been busy with work and shit lately. But around 4pm yesterday...; first surprise of the day :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James : Hey, I've reached KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : What? You serious?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James : Yea, I'm already in KLCC right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Alright. Gimme some time to prepare and I'll be right over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;James : Owh, okay then. I'll just wait for you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I first got there, he took me to the car park as he claimed that he had a surprise for me. Once he opened the car door, OMFG! A bouquet of pink roses! I was flattered for sure as I love roses. Fucking typical of me, I know. Thanks dear for the lovely flowers! Actually we planned to watch The Holiday but heck, there were tons of people around and it was kinda hard to get ourselves tickets. Therefore we went to Mid Valley and have some tea instead. We were at a Taiwanese cafe, telling each other ghost stories...again! Again, fucking typical of me! Well, I don't really know how to communicate with humans other than telling ghost stories and talking cock. But surprisingly, I didn't bitch bout anyone today which is good as I usually bitch bout this person, that person. Maybe I wasn't really in a mood as I used to go to the same cafe with my bastard ex last time. After the tea session, we found ourselves having dinner in Bangkok Jazz. They sorta renovated the place and it was kinda empty when we arrived. Not too crowded. The food was all right but I only ate a little. Why? 'Cause I've been feeling sick for one goddamn week. Even now, I have a terrible sorethroat and my voice has totally changed. For the first time ever, I feel like having a voice like Cecilia Cheung. Damn! Believe me when I say this, the Sex On The Beach that I had sucked to the core! It tasted really bad and I couldn't stand the smell. Eww! That's why we decided to shift to 7AteNine. Man, the Lychee Martini tasted like heaven! One of my fav picks, actually. Hung around 'till 2am and here I am, in my room blogging like an idiot while everyone is sound asleep. I gotta go get some beauty sleep now as I still have to meet up with my dear friend for lunch and movie later. Dammit! Gotta run. Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4cu540n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love this place. Not too bad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/2uetk3t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fucking typical of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-117052747250004063?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/117052747250004063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/117052747250004063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/4cu540n_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-117004977154463272</id><published>2007-01-29T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:49:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Beatrice Xu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P Ms. Xu Wei Lun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Life is short, indeed. The most shocking news of the month; my favourite Taiwanese actress Xu Wei Lun passed away last night. The Mini Cooper she was in was crashed by a container truck after hitting a road barrier. Although she was rushed to the hospital immediately, she couldn't be saved as she suffered from internal bleeding and major brain injuries. Gosh, she was only 28! I used to watch her dramas on TVBS and also Shuang Xing. Can't believe she died at such a young age! Such a talented star and pianist! R.I.P Wei Lun, you'll be greatly missed! May the angels look after you in heaven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/490hjpx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Xu Wei Lun 1978 - 2007 R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-117004977154463272?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/117004977154463272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/117004977154463272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/rip-beatrice-xu.html' title='R.I.P Beatrice Xu'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/490hjpx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116982518299698705</id><published>2007-01-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:26:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epic Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally had the chance to meet my homey Melissa after ages! As usual, we went for a movie and had some drinks at DOME after that. This time, Epic Movie! Yea, the last movie we had watched together was a comedy as well. A lame ass movie called Where's Mama's Boy, starring Nancy Sit and William Hung. Basically, a HK film that made me laugh like a lunatic in the cinema! Let's move on with Epic Movie. For those who haven't had a good laugh for quite some period, you guys should catch this movie! I, for sure enjoyed every bit of it! Quite entertaining, actually. Not to mention, lame as well! Really fucking lame! Melissa was like,"Why must we watch all the lame movies? Let's watch something different next time, k." Gosh, I needed a good laugh so bad! As much as I hate to admit it, I don't dig lovey-dovey stories! (except Titanic as it really moved my heart and made me cry a river!). I love comedies and horror movies to bits. But I actually noticed that there ain't any nice horror movies at the moment. Forbidden Siren was a piece of crap, I thought. Have yet to see Ghost Cinderella! I wonder what the hell it's about since I've just bought the DVD. Whatever it is, Epic Movie is worth watching. Make sure you fucking prepare some tissue as you might laugh 'till your tears come out! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/30rya10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116982518299698705?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116982518299698705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116982518299698705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/epic-movie.html' title='Epic Movie'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/30rya10_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116971311481361435</id><published>2007-01-25T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:18:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Cheapskate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking Cheapskate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just got back from JB. The wedding dinner was all right. Nothing to bitch about! Was glad to see my lecturer / buddy after quite some time! Damn moody earlier this noon, so I decided to go to Isetan and buy some stuff. Done with my retail therapy! Here I am, sitting at Starbucks with my laptop. Some fucking Malay dude just approached me and started a conversation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay dude : Excuse me, miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Yea? Anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay dude : Do you mind if I sit down and use the Internet for 10 mins to check my mail?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Oh, okay. Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How cheapskate! Just a fucking drink costs you only less than 10 bucks! Can't you just go to the counter and order a fucking drink then get yourself a goddamn place to sit? I'm feeling cranky now and this Malay dude is totally annoying the fuck out of me as he's sitting just right in front of me. Alright, I'm an educated person, therefore I won't ask him to fuck off just like that, since I'm leaving soon. Why? Why the hell am I being so kind all the time? I just don't fucking get it. I'm sick of the people around me, seriously. To be brutally honest, I'm paranoid and this feeling just won't go away. Sigh! Why must all the bad things happen to me? What have I done wrong? Seriously, I'm sick of this life and the entire world. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116971311481361435?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116971311481361435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116971311481361435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-cheapskate.html' title='Fucking Cheapskate'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116900371323824185</id><published>2007-01-17T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:30:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After not seeing bitchy Alycia for two goddamn weeks, I decided to ask her out for dinner and movie. Surprisingly, she showed up and she wasn't that late, afterall. I must give her props as she used to come all the way from PJ just to find me. How touching! Yea, I owe you one, biatch! Glad to see her again though. When we were having dinner, we sorta had a conversation that gotta do with curiosity. Here it goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : You know what, you might be right. Maybe he's only going after the gal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Why do you still wanna find out bout his stuff? You like him is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Come on, I don't like him. I mean, if he has a new gf, of course I'd be happy for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : How come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Knowing that he has moved on and all that, I should be happy. No?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Owh pls, come on...he has already moved on long ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Shit, why should I bother? But then again, don't get me wrong. I'm just curious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Humans are like that...how to say, erm, things that you don't wanna have, you wouldn't want other people to have 'em too. Don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Yea, I agree. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sometimes I tell myself that other people's business, they fucking mind it themselves. Nothing to do with me. But then again, I can't be so cold-blooded and so self-centered. Maybe most Librans are like that. Well, I mean I only care bout my loved ones and close friends a.k.a homies. After the scrumptious dinner, we ended up having a drink at a PLU Cafe. Did I just say PLU? Yea, the same fucking lesbo / gay cafe that we used to visit! Speaking of gay, I bumped into 'him' at KLCC when I was hanging around with Alycia. WTF?! I never thought he was gay! What a waste! Such a hot model like him! Seriously, I thought of saying hi to him at first but his head was facing down, as if he was afraid to see me or other people around him. See, what's with that fucking manner? Alright. Let's move on to the movie that we watched last night. The Return - starring Sarah Michelle Gellar...what a fucking huge disappointment as I expected more from the film since it's her movie but it turned out to be another piece of crap / full of nonsense and shit that Alycia almost fell asleep! Nevertheless, still better than Sinking of Japan though! Fucking Malay couple behind us kept kicking our seats. Goddamn motherfuckas! I should've given them a tight slap each but no idea why, I was being such a &lt;em&gt;guai guai lui&lt;/em&gt; (girl-next-door) instead of a bitch last night. Guess I had a million thoughts in mind that time! Alycia kept complaining bout the movie and it kinda made me feel bad as I fucking chose it! Damn, yet another lousy and boring movie! Sorry Alycia, I'll let you have your pick next time, k! Thanks for spending your precious time with me despite the fact that you're always busy with work. Really appreciate it! I'm gonna miss ya loads when you're not around! That's it for now. Gotta prepare for work or else I'm gonna be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/3ymelpw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116900371323824185?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116900371323824185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116900371323824185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back To Normal'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/3ymelpw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116885651515299205</id><published>2007-01-15T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:32:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Streamyx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking Streamyx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Definitely not in a good mood right now as the bloody Internet is down once again. Chilling at Starbucks again, all alone while listening to some smooth and relaxing music. Just to calm my ass down! They just played Michael Buble's Home and I was so much in love with his voice! The Internet here is moving like a total bitch and it takes forever for me to open a new URL. You fucking pay for the service, yet you have to deal with all this crap. Nonsense! At the same time, my cousin-in-law Stephane is annoying the hell out of me on MSN. Damn, I just wanna talk to my cousin but he's fooling around with me, asking me stupid questions like "who are you?"..."just to double confirm, what's your mother's name?"...WTF?! Anyways, I had lunch with Joanna and Andrew at Old Asia, The Weld this noon. The beef stew that I ordered was awesome! Never had it for like ages! As usual, they talked bout their crushes again. WTF?! I was sitting there, completely stoned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joanna : So, you actually organized a pre-b-day celebration for her, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Andrew : Yea, I went out with her the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Tell us about the gal you're into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Andrew : We're just colleagues. Erm, actually...her sis...*pauses*...Owh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joanna : What? You're into her and her sis as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Andrew : Nah, we're only friends. Nothing more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : What the hell? Come on, just go for it! Tell us who you're into!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joanna : You know what, Ryan just called me. Yea, we're going to watch Lee Hom concert together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : How nice! You can go with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sigh! Both of them, again...with their crushes! Andrew, not only that he has a crush on that colleague of his, even her sister as well! Yea, combo! As for me, I'm currently enjoying my single life. Relationship is only part of life, but not everything. Still remember me and Alycia's tagline,"We flirt around, but we don't fuck around"...Hell yeh! When you're single, you can go out with whoever you want without feeling bad or guilty. No strings attached! Whereas when you have a bf, you have to care bout his feelings and spend time with him always. Not only that. You have to be ready for commitments as well. WTF?! Don't know why! I'm seriously sick of this lovey-dovey thingy. Maybe I've had enough of the past relationships that didn't work. That makes me lose my trust in guys. Mr Right, where are you? Damn! My laptop is running low on battery and I forgot to bring my charger. What a fucking klutz! It'll automatically shut down on its own in just 10 mins. Fucking shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2uq11qw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116885651515299205?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116885651515299205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116885651515299205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-streamyx.html' title='Fucking Streamyx'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/2uq11qw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116861253728115746</id><published>2007-01-12T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:35:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chilling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Chilling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So glad to find out that my homey Melissa is back from Melbourne! I've missed her lots! Basically she's gonna be in KL for another one month. So yea, I'm looking forward to our meet-up as usual. Can't believe she has changed alot. Still remember the first time I met her 5 years back then, she looked so innocent and kinda nerdy too. Gosh, she's so gonna kill me for bringing that shit up! She's so pretty and gorgeous now. Great to know that she has finally found her Mr Right as well! Hmm...I still haven't found mine yet! Still searching for the one who will treat me like a princess. Haha! Had a fun time chilling with Yue Wei at Dome this noon, just to fucking kill my time. Call me anti-social or whatever as I only hang out with those peeps I feel comfortable with. Before our chilliing session, we went to Parkson as she wanted to check out some perfume and again, the temptation - Christian Dior Addict 2! Man, how I love the fragrance! Fucking spent alot on perfumes and clothes lately! Gotta start working soon to support my bloody ass! Hopefully can earn a shit load of cash for my retail therapy! I ain't like those spoil brats out there who ask for money from their parents. Even some guys I know are like that! How disappointing! And to top it all, they're around my age or some even older! Get a life, k! Just kinda pissed off with their I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. Useless bunch of fucktards! Worthless pieces of shit! Anyways, I'm gonna fuck off and get myself some rest. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/dome1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cranberry Cooler to cool down my temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116861253728115746?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116861253728115746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116861253728115746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-chilling.html' title='Just Chilling'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116826292135283917</id><published>2007-01-08T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:34:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procrastination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Same old shit. It's all about procrastination, baby! Woke up at 11am this morning and grabbed my cereal right away 'cause I was starving to death. Actually, I was supposed to get up early in the morning as I had an appointment with my dad's client at 9am. What's new? Talk about punctuality! I screwed things up again! But seriously, I really had the need to continue my beauty sleep or else, I'd die real soon. My dad didn't even get mad at me. No biggie! It's been raining all day long. Such a nice weather to take an afternoon nap, eh? A bastard used to tell me this,"Each time the sky turns dark and it starts to rain, it makes me miss you even more."...Goddamn son of a bitch! Owh, what nonsense! Bitches and jerks who did me wrong, for your information, you losers are officially out of my list. Alright, let's carry on with my daily crap. Hmm...I checked out Alycia's blog this morning and found out that she was in Ipoh last weekend! No wonder no news from her! This hou chi mui a.k.a sister of mine actually visited the orphanage home, along with some friends of hers, also known as the organizers. How thoughtful of her! She drove all the way to Ipoh, she looked after the children, took good care of them for two days in a role, played with them, watched them asleep and made sure they had a wonderful time. Okay, I never in a million trillion zillion years thought she would ever go to the orphanage home! Let's give my idol Alycia Hui a standing ovation! Alycia, you prove me wrong once again! =)...Ya know what I mean! Here's part of our phone conversation earlier :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : "Hey, tell me more bout the Ipoh trip!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alycia : "You know, there was this mentally disabled guy, aged 38 and he called me 'jie jie!'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : *laughs hysterically* "Haha! Really? Jie jie! What did you call him then?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alycia : "Basically when I got there, the social workers asked me to call 'em di di or mei mei"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : "What else?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alycia : "Then there was this lady, around 35 years old who called me 'aunty'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : "OMFG! She called you that, huh? You're really getting old then!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alycia : "And guess what? If you were there, she would probably call you 'ah poh'!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : "WTF?! You fucka! Bitch! *&amp;amp;^%$#@!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Haha! What a sarcastic joke! I'm gonna miss her loads when she ain't around but she'll return to KL occasionally. At least Singapore isn't that far from Malaysia. Unlike UK! Yea, as I mentioned in my previous entry, a good friend of mine Ed is leaving for UK real soon. It's true that people walk in and out of our lives. That's what he used to tell me. Therefore, we should cherish each and every one of them before it's too late. I, for sure will appreciate my family and my buddies (you know who you are!) 'till the day I die. God bless y'all! Love ya guys! Can't be procrastinating anymore! A brand new year is here. That means I have to focus on my career and make big money instead of wasting time, doing nothing. I wanna be an independent woman as men are bastards. Most of them, to be exact! Owh well, I'm about to sign off now as the Internet is functioning like a bitch. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Some random pictures :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/4c9qdly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My &lt;s&gt;daughter&lt;/s&gt; niece a.k.a cousin's daughter, Jade in Tangalooma Resort, Brisbane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/3zguhpu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My cousin Elaine and her two princesses, Jade and Ivone in Dream World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116826292135283917?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116826292135283917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116826292135283917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/4c9qdly_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116799710791945991</id><published>2007-01-05T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:05:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thought it wasn't wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To hide from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Simple truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I felt it all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But it hurt to much for me, to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I, had been this blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'd have someone to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I, could change your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I had known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I had you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why things have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And how it all could go so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Will this pain ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'cause I don't think I can carry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I, had been this blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'd have someone to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I, could have spoke my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only it were true, we could start brand-new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know I'll make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If only I had you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This song (If Only - Hoobastank) goes out to someone special who's leaving for UK soon. Someone I've known for many years, someone who used to make me laugh and cheer me up when I was down, someone who used to call me in the middle of the night just to listen to my problems and daily ramblings, someone who used to give me endless support when everything fell apart, someone who used to brighten up my days. Thanks for everything, Ed! Somehow I wish you could stay, as I never really cherished you in the past! My bad! But then again, you're leaving for good, for a promising future. Perhaps this is the wisest decision you ever made! I'll be waiting patiently for the day you return so that I can spend more time with you and be there for you when you need a friend or listener. I'll always remember you no matter where I go, what I do. You're indeed one of the greatest guys I ever come across in my entire life. Take good care of yourself once you get there. Last but not least, I'll be missing you, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*updated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just came back from a meeting in Damansara. Late for 20 mins this time! So typical of me! But we managed to close the deal and my dad seemed all satisfied bout it. So yea, the client was happy with the proposal as well. Thank goodness as it was some last minute shit! No idea why. I've been feeling crap + paranoid lately. Definitely not a good sign as I'm starting to feel sick of the people around me. Hypocrites, bitches, liars, bastards...all out of my way, pls. Some moron just texted my mobile and begged me for help. WTF?! Such nonsense! Just stay the hell away from me, loser! I don't even want you as a friend 'cause you ain't worth it. Who the hell are you to talk to me in such manner? Damn you! And screw your Chinese SMS-es as well 'cause I can't read Chinese for heaven's sake! What a pain in the ass! See, insincere and phony bastards like that only come to you when they need help or something. Downright pathetic! I'm rather frustrated as he just can't stop bugging the hell out of me. Sigh! What on earth...losers are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116799710791945991?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116799710791945991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116799710791945991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116782180842343494</id><published>2007-01-03T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:56:48.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bad luck again! Fucking unlucky this time! All the data saved in the fucking Kingston memory card (meant for my fucking Nokia 80, a so-called smart ass phone that works like a dumb bitch!) is now officially gone with the wind. Man, of course I don't give two fucks bout the memory card since I can get a new one anytime but heck, some important files were stored inside and I couldn't fucking retrieve the data (including the video clips, voice clips and pictures), even after I restarted my laptop again. Same old shit! What's new? Sick and tired of all this nonsense, seriously! How I wish someone could just fucking pull the trigger and let me rest in peace, for once and for all! I'm gonna fuck off and get myself some good rest. Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116782180842343494?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116782180842343494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116782180842343494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/gone_03.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116765561980935962</id><published>2007-01-01T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T02:49:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink, drank, drunk! Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink, drank, drunk! Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What's new? Got the fuck drunk again! And this time, puking like a bitch outside Ramon's crib! At first we thought of celebrating New Year at Velvet after the countdown at The Curve but fuck, Desmond told Alycia that it was damn packed like sardines over there. Plus, our 'kakis' (members) weren't there. To top it all, someone FFK-ed me! Like WTF?! I for sure, hate people who break their promises! Alright, since it's New Year, I don't wanna mention it. No biggie! Like what Alycia said, he's a very nice guy. So, I won't be angry with him. Thank god we didn't drive all the way to the club and wait for him there. If not, we'd end up going home instead of celebrating. Well, we still had heaps of fun as usual, anyways. As much as I hate to admit it, it was really one fucking dramatic night. Still remember we ordered some pasta at Empress Cafe and the food didn't arrive at all, even after 2 fucking hours. The waiters were basically a bunch of retards, I could tell. Thank god Bernard and Bryan were there. If not, we'd sure be bored to death. I watched the fireworks for like 10 mins. Really awesome shit! Never been that excited when watching fireworks before! To be able to watch it with Alycia and Bernard, couldn't be any happier than that! One is my best buddy, another is also a good friend of mine. Owh yea, did I mention that Sanctuary has turned into a fucked up shit-hole place? Yeh right, it was fucking full of slut-hos (I fucking hate 'em and feel like bitch-slapping 'em each time I see them in the club), pork chops, lalas, kiddos as well as ah nehs. Give me a break! Some fucking Indian bitches were pushing here and there and one even fell on my shoulder. How I wished I could just fucking spray some perfume on her! Fucking pathetic! Since the place was damn crowded, we shifted to Soda. Bernard had to send Bryan and Alycia to take his car so that we wouldn't need to travel back and forth, after our drinking session. On the way there, a fucking Nissan Sentra with a big P sticker in front of us suddenly stopped and of course Bernard had to use the emergency brake. There weren't any serious damages or whatsoever but that bunch of Ah Bengs took forever to negotiate with Bernard. I mean like WTF?! Why make such a big fuss out of it? Come on, just a fucking vintage Sentra! Not a fucking Ferrari or Porsche, afterall! Alright, thank god Bryan was there 'cause he managed to settle things with the bunch of kiddos. Let's carry on with my shit. I was in Bernard's car that time when we first got there around 1.40am, waiting for Alycia and Bryan that time. I was just rubbing my nose 'cause it was itchy. Bernard was like,"Why? Why are you crying? Don't cry, okay! Why suddenly like that?"...Damn! I wasn't fucking crying, I swear! Why would I cry? Again, he made me laugh with his joke! Meanwhile, they got there around 2am and we entered the club right away. OMFG! A 'feng tau' heaven! Damn! Couldn't stand the fucking lalas and shuffle kakis there! Again, Black Label! Nah, Absolut is still my bestie! This time, we finished the whole bottle within an hour. As usual, things to do with 'bottoms up' and shit, I gotta finish it all! Some lala suddenly appeared and came near to our table. He kept talking to Alycia but she didn't give two fucks. Poor Bernard gotta entertain my fucking nonsense and crap when I was kinda tipsy (not that drunk yet! mind ya!). He told me that last night was the swan song for him and that he won't go clubbing anymore. If that's so, I'd be very sad. Why? 'Cause we used to have so much fun in the club each time, along with Alycia, Brian, Ken and friends. Owh yea, before it fucking slips off my mind, Alycia and I had one fucking shock in the ladies washroom after Bernard left! I thought I was in a coffee shop instead of club the moment I stepped in 'cause it was really dirty and smelly! What a low-class spot! Fucking shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Washroom scene (serious shit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A man's voice : "Who is inside? What are you doing in there? Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Who the fuck is out there? This is the ladies washroom. How come there's a guy out there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A man's voice : "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Justine, you heard the voice or not?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "Yeh and who the fuck is out there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "I don't know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Without any doubt, we fucking got out right after peeing just to find out that it was a fucking ah gua (she-male)! She was going all ape-shit, kicking here and there in the washroom. Action speaks louder than words. So, I fucking pointed at the last lot and asked that fucking beast to just check out if there was anyone inside. Basically just fucking making up shit like what I do best! Alycia and I fucking ran out immediately just to save our asses. Who knows that the fucking tranny might whack the shit outta us since &lt;s&gt;he&lt;/s&gt; she was kinda big and tall. After our drinking session, we moved to Ramon's crib and had our third round there. Finally got the fuck drunk after a few rounds of Absolut! Yeh, my bestie! Pity Alycia as she had to look after me again! If ya happen to read this, thanks for being there for me all the time, no matter what situation, no matter who we are with, no matter what consequences we have to face, no matter day or night. Still felt very touched by her kindness and sincerity although I was dead drunk that time! At first I puked in the garden, then on Ramon's shirt and my goddamn top as well! OMFG! I still have to wash the fucking top and skirt later! Never ending shit! Always drink 'till 'hai lat' and trouble my buddies! So typical of me! I don't fucking deserve the title 'hardcore drinker' anymore since I might wanna quit drinking. Seriously, I have been having breathing difficulties lately and it's so not funny as I might fucking go to hell faster. When I was taking a nap a while ago, I could hear some fucking weird noise, like people talking out loud, shouting at each other, screaming like mad. Gosh! Don't tell me I was fucking in hell at that very moment! Whatever it is, last night was a blast! The best New Year celebration I ever had! Reached home at 10am, crawled to the damn bed and Zzz, then woke up at 2pm. Phew! International time! WTF?! Can't tolerate this kinda life anymore! Gotta prepare a line-up of healthy activities next! 'Till I fucking have the mood to blog again, Happy New Year and all the best in 2007! Au revoir 2006 a.k.a the most fucked up year of my life! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Earn more money to fucking shop, shop, shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Spend more quality time with my mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Go to Singapore and visit Alycia, my hou chi mui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lose some weight. Visit the gym often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Add a new guy into my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quit smoking and drinking (hopefully!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Go on a vacation every now and then to ease my fucking mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meet new people and fucking delete the unwanted contacts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Here are some pictures for viewing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/4cni9hc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard, my saviour...thanks for taking care of me in the club each time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/3z8b5h0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia having her last stick of ciggies...bye Malboro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.tinypic.com/4ggnmo8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What a cool babe! Who else but my fucking idol? I'll miss ya when you ain't around *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/4htdqms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Charming Bernard...never fails to brighten up my day whenever he's around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.tinypic.com/3y7uvd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Drunk bitch and drama queen! The perfect combination...fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.tinypic.com/2qavfvk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ramon and me...he was there for me when I was drunk in his crib! My saviour too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116765561980935962?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116765561980935962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116765561980935962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2007/01/drink-drank-drunk-happy-new-year.html' title='Drink, drank, drunk! Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/4cni9hc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116733652087134158</id><published>2006-12-29T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T04:34:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking Depressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fuck! It's 4am in the morning, everyone is asleep. So what the fuck am I doing here? Ain't I supposed to be seeing Jau Gong's son in my dream now? Can't fucking bear the pain! It's like someone just fucking smashed my forehead with a bottle or something! It's swollen and red in colour! Not bleeding though. WTF is wrong? Even Bernard ain't feeling well as well. If God wants to fucking take my life away, just take it. No need to let me suffer from all this nonsense and shit. I've had enough already, seriously! No idea why. Feel like breaking down after hearing some bad news from Aaron, all the way from Texas. His dad has just passed away due to a terrible accident. Pity him as he has to be the breadwiner of the family at the age of 20. On the other hand, a friend of mine's life was taken away somewhere around this time of the year like two goddamn years ago. Thanks to some fucking irresponsible ma chan driver who ran him over in the middle of the fucking night when he was on his way home from work! Shit happens! He was actually riding his bike that time 'cause his car was in the workshop. Sigh! He was in coma for two days before he died. Really saddening and fucking shocking news, indeed! We used to work in the same company before. A few years back, my paternal grandma was diagnosed with liver cancer (4th stage...fuck!) and she just left us like that. I didn't even get to see her face and fucking talk to her for one last time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I was 13, my maternal grandma left me too...same old shit = liver cancer! (distant metastasis = stage 5! fuck!). It was a little too late when we found out bout the evil illness. Of course I was fucking depressed! Well, the operation that the surgeons performed on her was in vain and she couldn't be saved! Yea, they came all the fucking way from Singapore to save her life but still, she walked out of our lives and found her way to heaven. Still remember I used to visit her in the hospital room almost everyday. My heart was really painful when I witnessed all the sufferings that she had been put through. She did nothing to deserve all that shit! Why? Why did she have to leave us? I promised her that once I got my fucking license, I would drive her to Penang and try all the nice food there. God, why couldn't you spare her another few more years? Grandma used to act cool in front of us even though we knew that deep down, she was crying in pain, her body was so weak! She had to rely on some fucking machine to provide her oxygen! Each and every night without her by my side to tell me her past stories, life struggles and shit like that, I cried myself to sleep. It's been 9 years since she left us, yet I never forgotten that I once had the best grandma in the world. I never had a chance to tell her how wonderful she was to me, never had a chance to show her my future family of my own, never had a chance to let her know she was a good cook, never had a chance to tell her that I got A for my essay writing competition (my teacher asked the whole class to write a story about our hero, the one who means the whole world to us and I wrote about my grandma). Yeh, she was my fucking hero 'cause her husband, erm my grandpa died of cancer (again! fuck!) in his early 50's and she had to raise up her children on her own. Plus my mum, 7 kids altogether! She worked very hard under the sun just to earn a fucking living and bear her children's education, shit like that. Also, she was insulted by others due to her education level and often made fun by 'em as she was a widow, living in poverty. My mum told me that grandma starved herself for a couple of days in order to save up some money to get them some new clothes. As dramatic as it fucking seems, it's all based on a true story. Tell ya what, I was so fucking depressed up to the point that I wrote a note on a piece of paper, saying : "Dear God, I miss grandma so much. Grandma, where are you now? How's everything up there? Pls come back to us." Hey, I was only 13 for fuck sake. Laugh as you wish! Well well well, my life is full of dramas and shit, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So tell me, what's worth living for when your loved ones leave you one by one? At times I don't feel like fighting for my life anymore. Really tired! Another few more fucking days, we gotta say goodbye to 2006! In this fucking shitty year, alot of shit happened to me and the people around me (those who're close to me, especially). Less joyful and happy moments. Basically full of dramas and unbearable shit! My heart was broken by some son of a bitch early of the year. What a fucking ideal way to kick start 2006! Screwed up a few friendships. Backstabbed by some bitches. Lost some personal belongings! Many thanks to those bastards and bitches who put me through all the nonsense and shit! I've become a much stronger person. May you get your fucking dicks and cunts BBQ-ed in hell! What goes around comes around! Yesh, I believe in karma for some reasons. Owh fuck! To top it all, I've become a full-time procrastinator and I'm seriously running low on cash! No regrets shopping non-stop for the past two weeks 'till my pants dropped though! By the way, I think I need some retail therapy! My boss Mr Wong called me the other day and asked me to work for an upcoming event. Damn! Fucking lazy as usual! I'd rather get the proposals done for my dad 'cause I get to spend time alone in my workstation, without anyone bothering the fuck out of me. OMFG! Almost 5am now! Guess I'd better go get some sleep before I turn into a zombie and scare the shit out of you peeps! Fucking off! I'm dozing off quickly! Just pray hard that I'll be all right! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116733652087134158?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116733652087134158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116733652087134158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucking-depressed.html' title='Fucking Depressed'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116729205370295165</id><published>2006-12-28T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:38:20.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night In Velvet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Night In Velvet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bingo! Fucking got drunk again last night, with Alycia, Bernard, Brian, Crystal and Ken. When I first arrived, I saw Ken and gave him a hug. Then he was like,"Alright, don't give me that look again. Very dangerous! Something will happen to you after this"...OMFG! He got it right! Bernard and I finished a bottle of vodka by ourselves! By the time Crystal reached our table for the last round, the bottle was empty! Shit! Let's just say that I wasn't completely drunk as I managed to question the kakak at the washroom about the Mambo Ring incident and hell yeh, she fucking recognized me! Thank god! She took care of me and made sure I was all right, since Alycia wasn't in there with me. Tiu! Bernard and Brian were there with me and looked after me. Alycia was my cam-whoring partner of the night. Owh yea, Alycia and I actually saw Bernard's sister in the club! Wearing almost the same attire! Trust me, I wasn't drunk that time! Alycia kept laughing hysterically..."Hahahaha! Your sis is it?"...Poor Bernard sweetheart! Whatever it is, I missed our saying,"Bottomssss up!" and I missed singing We Will &lt;s&gt;Rock&lt;/s&gt; Fuck You with Alycia. Thanks alot guys, gotta love each and every one of you! At first I thought Alycia wouldn't get drunk since she gotta drive me back. Yea, one fucking life in her hands! And to be brutally honest here, I don't have a life-insurance for fuck sake. Or maybe I do. No idea! Don't give a fuck either! But she got drunk and we sorta 'sat yi tai' a.k.a lost our cool in the car. To top it all, I fucking got scolded by her for I-forgot-know-how-many-times-as-I lost-count and she went ape shit on me all of a sudden! So sad! I hate you, biatch! *sob sob*...Alycia, don't scold me next time, pls! Esp. when I'm being so nice to you all the time. I promise I'll be good. Fuck! She drove at an extremely fast speed again and this time, 180KMPH! Voodoo queen ---&gt; Dancing queen --&gt; Racing queen. OMFG! Tell you what...I nearly died of heart attack! Been smoking and drinking alot lately...I wonder how many years I can survive in this world. I would like to drive around in a 2006 Toyota Celica before I fucking die and bid goodbye to this cruel world. Anyways, whatever happened last night is history. No lives were taken. Nobody got injured. Everything was cool, until the point that I felt very depressed at 5 fucking AM, squating down in front of the damn bloody loo, thinking of him. Still remember when I was only 15, I even dreamt of becoming his wife in the future. A 'siu lai lai' whereby you don't have to work, just stay the fuck at home and watch TV, then go shopping all the time in his sports car. How naive! Ken asked me to go get some sleep and not to think too much. Really kind of him! He watched us fall asleep, then only he left the place. Bernard was sleeping like a goddamn pig that time since he never returned my calls. Pity Brian 'cause he still gotta work early in the morning! Ken SMS-ed Alycia when we just woke up and told her that we were soooooo dramatic last night. How come? Haha! I wanna find out myself as well. Fucking stomach ache and headache...yea, combo bay-beh! Damn 'bei' right now! De-hydrated as well! Fucking shit! I'm so outta here. Gotta get some rest since Alycia said she might be going out with me and Phoebe later. Fucking off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well, just fucking came back from dinner, with Alycia and Phoebe. Had some lousy tasteless bak kut teh and goddamn asam fish in KL. We were at Starbucks before that and as usual, voodoo bitch Alycia took a few hours to get her blogging routine done! Thanks to the fucked up Internet connection, so-called broadband! Fucking shit! I was damn stoned, sitting down there with my Mocha drink. Thank god Phoebe was there. Pity her as she somehow gotta fucking entertain my nonsense! Charming Bernard called then asked us gals to hit The Loft later tonight. Fuck no! No alcohol tonight! Set me free and fucking spare me 'till NYE! I promise I'll drink as much as I can on NYE itself. No idea why my forehead is swollen! Found some bruises on my right leg as well! KNNCCB! *&amp;amp;^%$#@! By the way, the Internet is really down today! Wonder what the fuck happened to the Wi-Fi connection. Each and every website that I try to enter takes forever to load! Now that I wanna upload some new photos, the fucking site is down. Holy crap! Definitely not my day! Listening to Vertical Horizon's Best I Ever Hard. How emotional! WTF?! Jin promised me to get online and now, where the hell is he? Poor dude! If you happen to be reading this, pls don't be mad at Samantha or curse her, okay! No matter what, she's still your sis. I believe she's just trying to help ya ass out. Owh fuck, my stomach is hurting like hell. Now stomach, later liver *touch wood*. Prepare to fucking feel the heat from the 18th level of hell! Be afraid, be very afraid, Justine. Okay, okay, enough crap...gotta go get some beauty sleep and get my hands off my laptop! Out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/726495/zouk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/530895/zouk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Charming Bernard and me...still sober!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/839576/fs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/677757/fs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/754343/zouk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/453857/zouk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bodyguards of the night - Bernard and Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/784705/zouk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/134329/zouk6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! What the...? All confirmed K-Oed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/653274/zouk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/725712/zouk7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bernard...gotta look after this drunk bitch again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/622253/zouk11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/383208/zouk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/815312/zouk9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo bitch Alycia...gotta love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/1600/751116/zouk12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8076/512/320/318031/zouk12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alycia the drama queen! Damn dramatic as always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116729205370295165?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116729205370295165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116729205370295165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-night-in-velvet.html' title='One Night In Velvet'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116704899470101124</id><published>2006-12-25T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:32:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry X'mas and Happy B-Day Alycia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where to start...alright, last night's celebration was indeed a blast! It was X'mas eve and the traffic in Starhill was kinda congested. We ended up having dinner at Bangkok Jazz instead of joining the sick crowd in BB. Yea, no offence but those lala muis and lala chais were mostly there. Fucking bitch was still sober after a few rounds of house wine. I didn't feel like drinking that time as I knew we would definitely be celebrating X'mas in a club or something, after the countdown. In fact, we (Alycia, KF, Bryan and I) headed to Zouk instead of Aloha, leaving Bernard and some friends there. Pui Sze didn't join us as well. Sigh! Didn't get to celebrate X'mas with my cute and charming friend Bernard! But he did call me a few times to wish me. How sweet! Bumped into some friends at Zouk. Surprised to see Jasmine's friend Amanda in the goddamn washroom. WTF was she doing in the club? She's only 17 for heaven's sake. Kids nowadays! Girls just wanna have fun. While waiting for Alycia and Bryan at the entrance, KF and I saw an Indian gal getting really drunk, even worse than my Mambo ring incident. Fuck! She was lying there on the floor, unconscious! When her friends were trying to lift her up, we could even see her panties 'cause the skirt was damn short and she was like outta control. Owh yea, I saw my Singaporean friend Andrew making his way out that time. We managed to catch up a little despite the fact that everyone was in a rush to leave. Bryan had a plan for us after the clubbing session and we spent the night at Ramon's crib in Bangsar 'till 7am. Geez, I remembered watching Ju-On and The Doll Master with Joe until he fell asleep, then drove off. We almost turned the place upside down as his mum was awake. Alycia claimed that I was drunk as I hugged Ramon's mum goodbye. She put me on the table this time but I didn't blame her 'cause I used to do that to her all the time. Haha! She's such a good drinker, I must say. A few rounds of house wine, a few glasses of Black Label and vodka didn't manage to take her life away. Bravo gal! She could still drive at 140KMPH, almost 160KMPH. I was like,"OMFG!!! Tiu!"...She didn't give a shit bout the traffic light as well. To my dear friend, red means green, GO! No big deal, okay! We were so dead tired. When we reached home, it was already 9am. Once again, we broke the record of reaching home "in time." WTF?! Without removing our makeup, we hit the bed right away! What a night to remember! At least a memorable one! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last but not least, Happy B-Day Alycia! May all your wishes come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pui Sze and of course b-day gal, Alycia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Star Wars? So not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Give it up...for the live band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My dear friend Alycia and me, still sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The hunks, Bryan and Kar Foong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia and Bryan at Zouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Group piccie...cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The charming KF and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Where the fuck is the fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Our b-gal having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bryan and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WTF?! Uncle Su, look at the camera pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Getting a lil comfy on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gentlemen - Mr Pereira, Joe, KF, Bryan and Ramon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fucking peace sign...gosh, I must be drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bryan helping Alycia to finish another round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ramon with the fucking peace sign...muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joe the cutie and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Family portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/P1030118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shit! Joe is down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116704899470101124?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116704899470101124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116704899470101124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-and-happy-b-day-alycia.html' title=''/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116690147177286898</id><published>2006-12-24T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:17:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre-X'mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just got back from Cineleisure after watching Haunted Apartments with Alycia and her younger sis Phoebe. Not spooky at all as it didn't manage to scare the shit out of me! The storyline was quite okay, I thought. What do you expect...typical Japanese horror movies. But there were some scenes that actually made us laugh. Whatever it is, it was really nice to see my hou chi mui again as she had been MIA lately, like WTF?! Received a surprise phone call from her around 10pm! Really a fucking surprise as I never expected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Hello, what's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : At home. Where else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Come. Let's go watch a midnight show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : You mean you're coming over to pick me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : Yea, now! Go get ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Really a great friend! She never fails to fulfil her promises. Well, she promised she would take me to Genting, she did. She promised me to give me a call in these few days, she did. She promised me to watch that fucking movie with me, she did. Unlike some bitches and fuckers who say one thing, do another a.k.a chui shui kakis. Those people can be sent to hell anytime. It was nice meeting Phoebe again as we didn't get to talk to each other when we met for the first time, at Alycia's place. Aww, she actually told me that I look very young. How sweet! She actually had three chances to guess my age. At first she said 21 which was wrong but nevertheless it made my day and she had the right guess for the second time, therefore I promised that I would get her a small gift. Really tired like hell right now! It's almost 3am. WTF?! I haven't been getting enough sleep lately and it sucks big time. Let's see. I almost fell asleep while shopping with Jasmine and her mum at KLCC in the noon and also at Esquire Kitchen while having dinner with my mum and aunt. Shit! I'm getting old. Feel like my body is getting weak! To top it all off, I've been coughing like hell since I got home from Genting. Shit happens, I guess. Meanwhile, some friends have been asking me to celebrate X'mas with them. But the thing is that I'm not in a mood for any kind of celebration. Sick and tired of year 2006! Goddammit! Recently got into a serious arguement with him, that makes me vulnerable. Someone I used to have high hopes on, someone I used to trust most, someone I used to respect most, someone I used to lean on to...has become a fucking hypocrite. Leave me alone and let me be. She needs you by her side and you should be there for her always. No mood to write more. Get some beauty sleep or die real soon. You choose. End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/img01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Siu long bao...seriously, the one that I had in Shanghai tasted much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/img02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;X'mas decoration...lovely ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/img03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A giant X'mas tree, only available at Suria KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/img04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So adorable...how I wish I could bring it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/img05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Highway blues...I need a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/img06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lonesome night...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116690147177286898?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116690147177286898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116690147177286898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/highway-blues.html' title='Highway Blues'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116655719376550319</id><published>2006-12-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:38:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night...Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepless Night...Again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's kinda lame playing Buttons (Remix) at 3 fucking AM when everyone else is sound asleep. But what to do? I'm a weirdo. Even my ex thinks so. Go ahead and think that I'm a lunatic bitch or something. For your info, I don't give two fucks bout what's going on between you and your darling. Stay the hell outta my business and let me be! Geez, guys...What the hell do they want? Can't they just compromise? Can't they just leave us alone? Can't they be understanding? Can't they tolerate a little? Seriously, I don't know and I don't wish to know. Alright, another sleepless night...WTF am I doing in front of my lappie again? Had a conversation on MSN with Alycia earlier. Yep, the longest online conversation I had with her. As usual, couldn't stop laughing like a sickfuck! You guys should check out her blog 'cause there's a special dedication for me over there. Geez, I'm honoured, really am! So nice of her! Really touched! Tears flowing down my cheek, flooding the whole room. Alycia, pls ask Fatimah to come over and clean up the place for once and for all! That drama queen is getting a lil too emo over her ex as she's still awake at the same time. Don't be like that, k? Your b-day is just around the corner. Be happy and cheer up, k? Year 2007 will definitely be a better year for us. Hopefully my Mr Right will appear as well. Haha! Nah, just leave it to fate! =)...Sigh! X'mas is coming soon! No idea how I'm gonna celebrate it...It's not important anymore. Basically every year is the same to me. Lonely X'mas! Maybe I'm used to being alone. Eating alone, shopping alone, drinking alone, watching movies alone (not in the cinema though, never!), hanging out alone! What else? Been shopping like mad for the past two days! Even the CK Jeans sales assistants as well as Zara's fucking recognized my face! OMFG! Give me a fucking break! My ex's been giving me a hard time. Alycia has been busy lately. Jin has been stuck at home. The rest, some gotta attend classes, some gotta work. Who else to turn to? Like what Alycia said, "Hey, you thought everyone so 'hou meng' like you, no need to work?"...Chill babe, my results ain't out yet! Plus I'm gonna have to make up my mind and set my career path when 2007 hits! Headache! How I wish I had a life like Ms Hilton, shopping every damn day, partying like nobody's business every single night! Now tell me, how can I not think that life is unfair? =(...Ms Paris Hilton, can I switch my life with yours for just one fucking week? Yea, just one week, not a lifetime, afterall. I'm not greedy, you see. Santa, pls pls grant my wish! Santa, do you hear me? Santa, I wonder if you really exist...or are you just part of a fairytale? Come on, this is the real deal. Anyone (no matter rich or poor, where you come from, what you do) can be Santa too. Ya know what I'm saying...You can just dress up like Santa and walk around the shopping mall in that fucking suit with a bag, full of candies or be it just Hacks or Mentos, holding a fucking bell *ding dong ding dong!* and kids will be surrounding you like bumble bees. Even some adults will be tempted by your small little gifts. Hell yeh! No joke! A bit sad, isn't it? Tell me, do I have to give a shit bout Santa's existence anymore? Yea, keep wondering...Zzz! Better find Jau Gong's son first before my eyes turn out to be like Mr B***y's the next day (Alycia, you know who I'm referring to! *wink wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back at you, drama queen a.k.a voodoo lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Specially for the lovely Selina...oops, Alycia, I mean! Fuck, what am I thinking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise you, you're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the lights go out at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're feeling lost inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When your world is falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be the one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is full of ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take every obstacle as a challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't feel sorry for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you're still the same Alycia I first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A new chapter, a new beginning awaits you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be there for you, no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To share your joy and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also also your bittersweet moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for being such a great friend =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can always count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For better or worse, I'll always be your hou chi mui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll always be one of the few very people in this world that I cherish most. Promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia, remember to stay happy and pretty all the time! All the best to you! =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116655719376550319?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116655719376550319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116655719376550319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleepless-nightagain.html' title='Sleepless Night...Again!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116652880050071178</id><published>2006-12-19T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:48:20.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Hate You Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Can't Hate You Anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;An empty room can be so deafening,&lt;br /&gt;The silence makes you wanna scream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It drives you crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I chased away the shadows of your name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And burned the picture in a frame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But it couldn't save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And how could we quit something we never even tried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well you still can't tell me why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We built it up, to watch it fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like we meant nothing at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I gave and gave the best of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But couldn't give you what you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You walked away, you stole my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just to find what you're looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But no matter how I try, I can't hate you anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't hate you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You're not the person who you used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The one I want who wanted me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And that's a shame but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There's only so many tears that you can cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Before it drains the light right from your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And I can't go on that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And so I'm letting of everything we were, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you hold so tight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It slips right through your hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Will I ever understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116652880050071178?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116652880050071178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116652880050071178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-hate-you-anymore.html' title='I Can&apos;t Hate You Anymore'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116638625177940375</id><published>2006-12-18T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T04:10:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WTF?! It's almost 4am and what the hell am I doing in front of the fucking laptop? Haven't been feeling well since the moment I got back from Genting. Thanks to Bernard for telling us some stupid and lame ghost stories in the middle of the night. Around 2am, I had the need to enter the washroom as it was freezing cold up there. So I asked 'em to wait for me at the entrance of some cafes. Guess what? Nobody was in the loo except me but the other three doors were locked and I could hear the water dripping like nobody's business. As if someone was having a shower or something. Damn! Exactly like what I encountered in Hangzhou before. A lesson to be learnt - Don't ever mention those 'stuff' when you're up in Genting! Believe it or not, they're all around us. It's a matter whether we have the ability to see 'em or not. Seriously, I didn't really enjoy the Genting trip. Why? Someone that I wouldn't wanna see for the second time was there. Yea, thanks to Bernard again for bringing him along. Some typical Malaysian guys are just so desperate. They'll never stop bugging the hell outta you. Losers! Please leave me alone, okay. I've had enough trouble and shit lately. Get the right signal this time and fuck off! No offence but that idiot is really annoying. If I wasn't drunk at The Loft that night, I wouldn't even bother to say hi to him when he approached me. Somemore SMS-ed me early in the morning and accused I was drunk in Genting just because I never talked to him? Give me a break! Such a weirdo! Or to be exact, a psycho? God knows! I only talk to those people I feel like talking to. I only hang out with those people I feel like hanging out with. Well, I believe I've made my statement very clear there. Just stay the hell outta my way if you don't know me. Don't ever try to judge me as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Owh yea, I met up with Jin on Saturday afternoon. We had lunch at Chilis, then watched Arang together. To be very honest, I expected more but the climax didn't do much to scare the shit outta me. Kinda disappointing but overall, yea it wasn't too bad. Worth watching, eh! Basically I had such a fun time with him! Another people's person =)...Saw a very cool ring at Versace but didn't have time to try it since we were in a hurry. Damn! Guess I really burnt a hole in my pocket while shopping with Jasmine the other day! Alycia told me that I should buy stuff from FCUK and CK Jeans in Singapore. Much cheaper over there, as she said. Not realizing that it's already 4.10am now, guess I should better hit the bed or else, I will be late for my gym session in the morning. Don't think I can wake up that early either! Yea yea, talk about laziness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116638625177940375?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116638625177940375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116638625177940375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116609912778567323</id><published>2006-12-14T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T02:55:57.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mambo-ed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fuck! I was drunk again and last night, the most terrible night ever. What a fucking night to remember! What do you expect? Down by 2 bottles of Black Label, 2 bottles of Absolut and 3 rounds of screwdriver. Finished everything by 3am! How screwed up could that be? I was all screwed, for sure. All thanks to Mr Ken Pereira! OMFG! All of us were dead drunk, except Kobe, Alycia's beloved dog! Don't be fucking surprised if I'm diagnosed with liver cancer as I've been drinking like nobody's business lately! Damn! Enjoy reading this goddamn post as I seldom write much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flash backs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;11.30pm - Reached the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12am - Had a chat with 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;1.30am - Still sober after 2 rounds of screwdriver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2am - Things started to get a lil' hectic. Couldn't walk properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3am - Drunk like a shithead. So pek chek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3.30am - At the mamak place with Alycia, Bernard, Mr Pereira and a few friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5am - Reached home, had a slight arguement with 'em 'cause I refused to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;8am - Got my ass off Alycia's couch and went to bed...Zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3pm - Finished searching for Jau Kong and Jau Kong's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As usual, had heaps of fun with 'em despite the fact that I threw up in the club for the first time in history! On a fat guy's shirt and Bernard's pants! See how drunk I was! I could barely walk on my own. Alycia and Bernard had to take good care of me, as they promised me before that. Love 'em so much! Gosh! I fucking fell flat on the washroom floor! Like WTF?! Some fucking ang mous were staring at me in shock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;RECAP OF SOME INTERESTING MOMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In The Washroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "Alycia, where are you? I can't get out! Damn it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lady cleaner : "Ah moi, lu punya kawan kat dalam la! Kepala dia tadi kat bawah itu lubang oh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia to herself : "Lubang? WTF is lubang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Justine, are you okay or not? Come on, try to get out! You can do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "I can't! Damn it! Fucking stuck inside! Help me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Okay, okay. Try to open the door. You're doing good, trust me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lady cleaner : "Aiyo, ah moi, you tengok lu punya kawan la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAR FACTOR STYLE OR THE RING? MAYBE I WAS THINKING TOO MUCH THAT TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Alycia grabbed my hand and got me outta the damn place...Bernard came and they accompanied me to our table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Alycia's house (in front of the main gate)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard : "So how? What are we supposed to do now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Just send her home. She's so drunk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "No, I'm not going anywhere. Even if I were to die tonight, I would fucking die here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mr Pereira : "My car is in Hotel Maya parking lot now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "Go get your car, Ken! Someone's gonna steal it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Are you okay or not? You go home with Bernard, okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "Bernard, can you see how cruel she is? Fine, I'll fucking go home then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia's friend : "What the hell is going on? It's not early! Everyone is asleep!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "If you wanna stay, just go upstairs, okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "No, no...You guys are still here. I ain't going anywhere!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard and Alycia : "What's going on? Let's settle this and get some Zzz!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "Bernard, pls stay, k...I'm afraid that Ken will rape Alycia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia's friend : "Wei, I wanna go home! My hubby is so gonna kill me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(after a few mins of conversation, not to mention a fucking dramatic scene! all of us left the spot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Alycia's house - part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "Alycia, I just spoke to Bernard on the phone. He's coming now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "WTF?! It's like 5am now, okay! Where is he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "On the way! Oh no, he's here! He's outside!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Shit! I'll go outside. You stay here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard : "Hey, what the hell do you gals want now? I just wanna go home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Why the fuck are you still here? Thought you went home already!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard : "Justine called and said you were drunk. She asked me to come over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia's friend : "Oh my god, I just wanna go home! Pls pls send me home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard : "My mum's gonna kill me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia : "Don't worry, we'll be all right! Just send my friend home! Her husband'll kill me for sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard : "Alright, you take care of yourselves then!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : "What the fuck is happening? Goddammit! I'm really tired, Alycia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Never in my life I thought I would experience such shit! So ridiculous right? Thank god I stored Alycia's IC and money inside the car! If not, I'd be dead by now. Another visit to the police station again? Thanks but no thanks! How funny that she ran out and chased her fucking dog in her Mambo Jambo polka dots dress at 6 fucking am in the morning! From her house 'till the main junction! Yea yea, when the sky was still dark! Really a drama queen! I apologized to her with a sincere heart 'cause I scratched her hand in the club and promised her that I would fucking cut my nails (like tiger claws!). Sorry babe, didn't mean to be harsh to you that time! Not to worry, I still have 'yi seng and yan seng'! She proved to me that she has got two personalities. Yeh, Alycia One and Alycia Two. Lemme define! Alycia One - Straight hair, innocent looks, sweet smile, definitely a babe! Alycia Two - Curly hair, fierce looks, not too friendly, definitely one angry lady! Why's that so? 'Cause she scolded a policeman at the mamak place after we had our supper there! Where's the sweet gal I used to know? Don't worry! She shouted at 'em 'cause the two Malay fuckas were rude to her. She was just trying to protect herself. Whatever it is, she's such a great friend! No matter how many times I get KO-ed, she will sure be there for me. Thanks for giving me a golden opportunity to be in your debut movie. If ya know what I mean! Haha! Thanks for everything, hou chi mui! =)...Alycia is one hou chi mui whereas Bernard is a good companion. That guy is so charming and cute! Pictures will be up next, once I get home and get my hands on my laptop! Her laptop doesn't have a built-in memory card reader, so I can't transfer the pictures. Damn! So hungry! The sup kambing that we shared this morning was one of the best I ever tasted! Alright. Gotta get my ass outta here and go downstairs to check out what Alycia's up to. Fucking pei now as I have bruises all over my body! Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hou chi mui Alycia and me...still sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mambo night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammy, Alycia, me, Bernard and his friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard, you still okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Charming Bernard and sleepyhead me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;P.I.M.P Diddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Bald and The Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got vodka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Selina S.H.E and Jordan Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia...how cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Screwdriver baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So fucking drunk...OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Some kinda superstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/mambo14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3am...all drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116609912778567323?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116609912778567323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116609912778567323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/mambo-ed.html' title='Mambo-ed'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116573952945473489</id><published>2006-12-10T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:13:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Is Approaching, A Brand New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just received another goddamn e-mail from him last night, before I left for The Loft along with my bitchy gf Alycia! What the hell does he want from me? Why can't he call me? Why is he so afraid to talk to me yet still wants a chance from me? I don't think I understand his needs anymore. And I don't think I have to report to him what I've been doing here in Malaysia. None of his business anymore. Since the moment he walked out of my life, I had already told myself to forget him and start anew. It was a happening Saturday night! Sadly, it was Dennis' last day there and he ain't gonna work there anymore. How sad! *sob sob*...Alycia was a bit drunk but not as drunk as a shithead (clad in a working attire, like one of those Isetan promoters, with a black tie somemore! Avril wanna-be? so not! ) that bumped into her at the washroom and said,"Wei, hou chi mui!"...I was like,"WTF?!" when Alycia told us the whole story. She drove at a really fast speed at 4am and we reached Steven's Corner in less than 15 mins. Bravo Alycia! I salute you, Ms F1! She's so mean, always telling me when she'll be leaving this fucked up place, this and that...always telling me that she's gonna start a new life and leave everything behind. Although it's really hard to say goodbye, I still hope the best for her since a series of unfortunate events had happened to her this year. I hope that she can be strong, no matter what. I promise that I'll be there in Singapore to give her a visit when she's no longer here. She's one of the nicest friends I ever had and she's like a sister to me, always bringing me out jalan-jalan, always clubbing with me, Brian, Bernard and friends. She made me realize the meaning of true friendship as well. Although she can get a little too bitchy at times, she's still the best kaki (companion / member / buddy) in the universe! Who cares if she's gonna have teary eyes when she reads this post (she's not a cry-baby though she gets touched easily!)...Haha! Yea, as what the post title says, 2007 is approaching, time to fucking come up with new year resolutions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile, here's a list of what made me proud and happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Dumped two bastards. One early this year, another in August. Good, good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Bought alot of stuff using my own money, never asked fora single cent from my folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Finally graduated from college. Got a degree in graphic design, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Completed some event / roadshow jobs. Tiring but fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Met some great friends. Alycia, Brian, Bernard, Pui Sze, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Got myself a brand new phone. I love my N80! Can get online anytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Cooked some noodles for Alycia (trying to sound like a pro here but actually a goddamn fucka!) and managed to turn her kitchen as well as the entire mansion upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Made my first ex fall in love with me once again. How ridiculous! After so many years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. My relationship with my mum is much closer than before. She got me alot of stuff from Brissy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. No longer a depressed fuck. Quit complaining about being lonely already! Bravo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Learnt to be stronger to carry on with this fucked up life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Broke the Malaysian Book of Records - Two gals (bitchy Alycia and me, of course) went clubbing for one week straight and got home at 5am every single morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Owh fuck! All of a sudden...The lightning and heavy storm caused Alycia to enter the room and say,"That just scared the hell outta me!"...Damn! Kinda feeling cold right now after listening to her ghost stories at 4am this morning. I do believe in supernatural phenemenons, shit like that although I never really bumped into a ghost before. Phew! Alright. Gotta run now! We need to have dinner at The Curve after this. And how funny that I haven't even had my shower! Alycia is so gonna fucking kill me if I keep dragging the time. 'Till then, peace out my dear readers! I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so outta here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116573952945473489?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116573952945473489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116573952945473489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116567090460442525</id><published>2006-12-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:28:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want You Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Want You Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where were you when I needed you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where were you when I cried for your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where were you when I was totally lost and hopeless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where were you when I needed someone to comfort me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where were you when my life was completely miserable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You were with her and you're still with her even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So. pls stay the hell away from my business and stop all the bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You hurt me once, you hurt me twice but I ain't gonna let you hurt me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've had enough, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is the end of you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116567090460442525?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116567090460442525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116567090460442525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-want-you-back.html' title='Don&apos;t Want You Back'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116559503737973595</id><published>2006-12-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:23:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/42s35g7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116559503737973595?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116559503737973595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116559503737973595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/42s35g7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116557607191533247</id><published>2006-12-08T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:07:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme A Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gimme A Break!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After talking to my Korean friend, Jin Ho over the damn phone this morning, I started to feel very moody and down. No idea why! Maybe because of what happened to Alycia previously. How could her good friend of 11 years treat her that way? What has she done to deserve such ending? WTF?! Now, to all the lesbians out there, I don't fucking care where you're from, what you do and stuff like that...I just wanna know something. How can two gals be in love with each other or in other words, fall for each other? That is sooooo wrong! Yet gross! Man, I was really mad at that stupid bitch called Ying who messed with Alycia! That fucking lesbo caused damages to her car and even threatened her, as well as hurt her physically. I was so drunk that night and I kept asking Alycia to bring me to her place so that I could give her a tight slap in the middle of the night. But Alycia stopped me and told me that she would put that fucking bitch in jail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(in the car, still stuck in Jln Ampang around 3.30am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "Why are you driving so fast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia : "Come on, it's only 60KMPH! Not even fast at all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "Bring me to Ying's house. I wanna fucking slap her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia "Okay, okay...Don't worry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(on the way to Steven's Corner for a yum cha session)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : " She lives nearby right? I wanna go find her now! I wanna beat her ass up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia : "You're drunk. Don't worry! The police will do something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "No matter what, promise me that you'll get her ass in jail!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia : "Yea, I will. She deserves it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "Fuck, I wanna go to her house and find her now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(at Alycia's place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "Pls bring me to her place now! I wanna give her a tight slap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia : "I told you already. Let the police handle this case!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "What's her no.? I wanna call her now and scold her like hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alycia : "I wanna go to bed already. It's very late now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : "Alright, alright. I'll call Bernard then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so pissed off that I kept repeating the same sentence all night long, from Zouk 'till we got home at 5.30am. Gosh, I even dreamt of revenging on that stupid bitch last night! Why? Why did it all have to happen to her? She did them no wrong and she didn't offend them in any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, I never seen Alycia so depressed before. Just because of the shit that they caused, she has to suffer from sleepless nights. Does she deserve all that? No, she doesn't. She's very kind-hearted, always being nice to the people around her. Humans are very selfish and they tend to take things for granted. I've been betrayed by some so-called good friends of mine before. So I know how it feels like when a friend hurts you so much. 11 years of friendship has just gone down the drain like that, without an explanation or answer from the other party. I wonder how she could be so heartless...Does she even have a heart? Or she's just blinded by the word love? But Alycia has been there for her this while, lending her money and shit when she was poor. Also spending her meals when she said she had no money to eat. Maybe it's true that you never know when you got 'till it's gone. Sooner or later, she'll realize her wrongs and regret it. Everyone deserves a second chance, I believe. But the hurt that she caused Alycia is really deep. Something must be wrong with her fucking brain. She chose to let go of the 11 years friendship because of her lesbo partner whom she has known for barely a year. Gimme a break! Ain't that ridiculously funny? A fucking butch and a lala mui, go get a life, you both! I'm so speechless after finding out what both of you have done to my dearest friend. There's always a price to pay, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Always cherish the people around you as you never know when you'll lose 'em. There ain't no turning back in life. Whatever we do, we have to twice twice and we have to be responsible no matter what the consequences will be. I really hope that she'll be all right soon. It really sucks seeing her like that. Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2d7ypug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2nu382e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.tinypic.com/2zhmjhl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116557607191533247?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116557607191533247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116557607191533247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/gimme-break.html' title='Gimme A Break!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/2d7ypug_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116525219460524020</id><published>2006-12-04T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:04:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From 'Vacation'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back From 'Vacation'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally got back online! Phew! After spending a week at Alycia's place, I actually realize that I've been losing alot sleep lately! What do you expect? Clubbing and hanging out 'till 5am every damn day! Imagine that each morning you have to crawl to your bed when everyone else is preparing for work. Bravo! Pity Alycia 'cause I always &lt;em&gt;fann&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;gao&lt;/em&gt; (annoy) her! I'm going to her place tomorrow to get some stuff done. So I'll be away from home for another couple of days. Met alot of friends at The Loft on Saturday night. We dropped by Poppy for a while 'cause Alycia's pal was having her b-day bash there. Seriously, the place has become a &lt;em&gt;ma chan&lt;/em&gt; spot&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;No longer that happening! And guess what? Our table was near the kitchen and washroom. Not even a table, actually. Just one fucking small bar without any stools. OMFG! We then headed to The Loft as it was full-house at Velvet. Really pissed off with the crowd there! People were pushing here and there at the entrance. Neverthelessly, we had heaps of fun at The Loft. Two bottles of Black Label! Man, thank god Pui Sze was there! Alycia was like,"What? Both of you finished it all?"...Haha! I was supposed to help Alycia to finish the fire shooter but I backed out as I couldn't find a spare straw. Her voice then turned out to be like Cecilia Cheung Pak Chi after 5 rounds of the same damn thing. Alycia, I know that things might not go your way at times but don't worry, everything will be fine soon! We'll always be there for you when you need us. Promise! You have to be in a really good mood to celebrate your b-day soon, you know =) Cheer up, k? We all love you and care alot bout you, you know! I believe that year 2007 will be a better year for all of us! By the way, I met Bernard and also a guy named Andrew at The Loft that night. Bernard kept referring Alycia as Alice. Gosh, gimme a break! Even when those SMS messages! "Tell Alice to drive safely, k!"..."Have you and Alice reached home?"...How funny! Yea yea, I'm trying to be sarcastic again! That's it for now as I need to get some Zzz terribly! It's almost midnight and I still haven't had my shower. Holy shit! Meanwhile, enjoy the pictures I'm gonna post next! Out! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last but not least, this poem goes out to you, Alycia! Cheer up, bitch! Will meet up with you again soon! In less than 24 hours...Will check in at your mansion, first thing first! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/332ry2q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2wnsf1d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Zouk Mainroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/35ce4v5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2l9p8xs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/29v0z76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia, me, Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2evt1l2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brian and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/4bp329l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bernard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2vjal42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meet Pui Sze, my drinking kaki of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2e34jsl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My best buddy...the name is Black Label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2d77udv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pui Sze, Alycia and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2dlusl5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Three buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116525219460524020?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116525219460524020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116525219460524020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-vacation.html' title='Back From &apos;Vacation&apos;'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/332ry2q_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116495336810564350</id><published>2006-12-01T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:42:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close To The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close To The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Another 30 more damn days to go and we'll have to say goodbye to 2006! Time flies, right? I wonder how many jerks have broken my heart so far and how many hearts I've broken. Gotta live life to the fullest, eh? For me, life is wonderful at the moment as I have some chi muis and heng dais who can spend some quality times with me whenever, no matter yum cha, clubbing, shopping, movies, makan, bla bla bla. But I also have to admit that I've been kinda down lately because of someone. Someone I used to adore for 3 goddamn years, someone I used to respect most, someone I used to turn to whenever I had a bad day. All this while, I never realized that he felt the same for me, until we had a serious conversation at a restaurant not long ago and we talked about this issue. He told me that it's kinda late now to turn back time as he has found someone new. At the same time he doesn't want me to put any high hopes on him anymore since he can't guarantee how long he'll stay in this country as he might return to UK anytime. Why? Why didn't he confess to me back then? Why did he choose to be such a coward and walk away? Why did he have to make me sad when he could make me happy? Why did he tell me that I'm the most special gal in his life? Did he really mean it or it was just a lie to make me feel better? All these questiones remained unanswered as he walked away and disappeared from my life. Both of us decided to go seperate ways in order to stay away from this platonic relationship. Enough info for now! He does read my blog and I don't want him to see this stupid post and start worrying about me. To that special friend of mine, I wish I was there for you too, I really do...If only I could turn back time, if only I could make things right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll be fine soon. Gonna party at The Loft with Alycia and her buddies tonight! Hopefully can get the fuck drunk this time without getting hai lat and forgetting my mum's name. Yea yea, Alycia was like,"Are you okay, Justine? You're drunk is it?" when I forgot to lock the fucking door. Gimme a break, biatch! I thought you meant the main gate, of course I did lock it! Thanks to her for cheering me up in the past few days! I won't ever forget the way she laughs...It's like how a woman cries when she loses her baby in a shopping mall or something. Or perhaps how a lady cries when her 5 year old kid falls from the apartment window. Right, Alycia? Don't spank me like how you spanked your dog last night! She's very scary when she gets mad...*wink wink*...Owh yea, I met Danny Wen at Zouk Mainroom last night. Avid introduced him to us when we were rotting there. He seemed quite friendly though. Also I met a cute guy there as well. Not really my type though but somehow could be a friend =)...No harm, right? Damn! Gotta run now! Supposed to meet up with Alycia at 2pm! Fuck, she's so gonna kill me this time! Will update more when I get free! Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.tinypic.com/2dui6oo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks for being there, biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.tinypic.com/402xb2e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alycia, can you not look like a slut? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.tinypic.com/483fvq0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cute guy, Avid a.k.a Alycia's chi mui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/2usjtz9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Danny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116495336810564350?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116495336810564350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116495336810564350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/12/close-to-end.html' title='Close To The End'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.tinypic.com/2dui6oo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116468262598080954</id><published>2006-11-28T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:01:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yep, it was Seow Ling's wedding dinner last night and all of us chi muis were there, except those who ain't that close to her weren't invited. Really happy for her 'cause she has finally found her Mr Right, Wai Keat. He better treat her right, or else we'll slaughter him for good. It was held in Tai Thong Imperial China, USJ. The worst thing of the night = saw some bitches from ARGS - Ms T.Y.H and Ms Y.M.Y. They can screw themselves in the ass 'cause nobody gives a shit bout 'em. Well, what a night to remember as I was forced to finish 10 glasses of wine and 2 glasses of Chivas. Fuck Chooi Ling and Siew Moi! But I didn't vomit. Phew! Had heaps of fun with the chi muis - Vivian, Ling Zhe, Kristy, Joanne, Siew Moi, Foong Yee, Chooi Ling, Siew Fei, Suki, Chen Theng, Siao Hui, Evelyn they all. It was Seow Ling's big day, afterall. She looked stunningly beautiful in her evening dress. We got to snap a few pictures with her and Wai Keat. Although it wasn't me getting married, I still felt happy for her 'cause we've known each other since Form 1. Fucking 9 years! Never seen her so happy before. Spend 4 hours with them all but it seemed so short 'cause we had so much to bitch about. I still remember I bumped into Seow Ling before we left and we had a short conversation. She asked me if I was all right. I was still sober, okay. Dammit! Don't look down on me. Never even puked before! Wuahahaha, just got the pictures sorted! Gonna post 'em up later! Damn hungry now! Never really had some food last night as we were all busy drinking and then hanging out in the washroom. I mean - the chiques. What a night to remember! Will never forget the quality times I spent with 'em! =)...Wonder when will I ever find my Mr Right. Sigh! Will update more later when I get less busier. My mum has just left for Brisbane for vacation and everything is in a mess now. Need to handle stuff on my own as well as get some paperwork done for my dad's company. I hope I have time for gym later in the afternoon. Without any further delay, here are the pictures that we took last night. Have fun viewing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/w20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116468262598080954?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116468262598080954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116468262598080954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116404629697978395</id><published>2006-11-21T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:11:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm Of The Falling Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhythm Of The Falling Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Listening to the rhythm of the falling rain while sitting next to the window, staring at the sky, wondering&lt;/span&gt; why I'm still fucking awake at this hour. I'm supposed to be in bed since I have to wake up early in the morning for the fucking Kuantan trip. Gosh, what the hell am I doing now? Wasting time blogging again? Damn, I think I'm hopeless! Screw it! Jin gave me a call earlier, asking me to drop by his shop next Mon so he could take me to his friend's handphone booth in Low Yat since I'm getting a brand new Nokia hp. The bottom line - SE phones suck! Kiss my arse! Great to hear his voice again. At least it brighten up my dull Monday! Kinda cheered me up a bit! Monday blues...the same old shit! I'm definitely gonna be homesick next. What the hell am I supposed to do? Maybe it's better to leave this fucked up place for a few days and find my own peace of mind. Too bad Alycia ain't going. I missed all the late night conversations with her in the hotel room previously! I missed all the ghost stories she told me in the middle of the night as well! All the memories will always reside in the heart, never fade away. Alycia Hui, if you're reading this...why do you have to be gone soon? You can't always be saying that you don't have much time left and you can't always be saying "God, please spare me more time!"...As I said earlier, your destiny is in your hands...You can choose to stay, if you want to...Don't you know that? It really sucks each time I think of the day you're gonna leave us all here in this shit-hole country! I'm sure Pui Sze and Teng Teng will miss you terribly when you're gone. Pls don't leave us, k? Things will never be the same again without your existence. Just like when you eat cereal with Chivas instead of fresh milk. Everything just goes wrong! I hardly beg someone to stay...So, you bitch should be glad and honoured! Although I've only known you for a couple of months, I really do hope that your final decision would be what we've been wanting to hear from you. No matter what, you have my support, gal! I really do hope you choose to stay instead of heading to somewhere far from here. Do think bout it, okay? Think twice! It's 2am now and I gotta run. Goddammit! I wish I could write more though. Maybe next time, when I'm back from Kuantan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;p/s - Alycia, I'm so gonna bug the hell out of you once I'm back! remember to wash your ass again and wait for me to get back! be good, bitch! =) we'll meet up again soon! will miss having you around...*sob sob*...Aagain, thanks alot for the drawing...really sweet of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116404629697978395?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116404629697978395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116404629697978395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/rhythm-of-falling-rain.html' title='Rhythm Of The Falling Rain'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116385316111661291</id><published>2006-11-18T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:25:30.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back From JB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After a few days of prison break in Danga Bay, I've finally returned to KL - home sweet home! Fuck that place! The people there weren't as friendly as those we met in Malacca previously. But who cares? I'm back for good! I was really homesick when I was there. Thank god Alycia was there with me. If not, I'd be bored to death. We actually encountered something eerie last night. Maybe it was just an illusion. Almost scared the shit outta me! A lesson to be learnt - don't tell any ghost stories in the hotel room! Anyways, we had heaps of fun with the crew members, didn't we? Alycia actually had an arguement with one of the crew members yesterday. How happening! I forgot to record the special moment! Bwahahaha! That bitch drew something special for me while we were cruising in the Ford Escape yesterday. Man, I was so touched! Damn! I should better get some rest now. Without any further delay, here are some of the pictures :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/danga4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Danga Bay Condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/danga1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/danga3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The crew members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/danga2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wake up bitch! Time to pack your luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/danga5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This piece of shit is priceless - a gift from a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/danga6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On the way to PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116385316111661291?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116385316111661291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116385316111661291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-from-jb.html' title='Back From JB'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116334872891115301</id><published>2006-11-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:36:27.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting Down The Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12AM right now. It's Monday, Nov 13th. Times flies, really. Just one more damn day to go and I'll be in JB, working like mad for the roadshow. I just can't wait to get home 'cause I tend to get home sick easily. Just received some SMS messages from him. Very surprised to hear from him, actually! I wonder when will I see him again. He was very shy when he talked to me two days ago. Then he patted my shoulder and asked me to keep in touch with him. How cute! It's always nice to have a crush on someone, right? Guess so. I never had that kinda butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling for quite some time. Anyways, I'll be away for 5 damn days. No Internet, no ASTRO, no booze, no ciggies - I wonder how can I handle it. Plus, I'll miss my bed terribly! *sob sob*...The only fun part about this fucking roadshow is that Alycia will be sharing the same room with me during the period. I'll definitely chat with this crazy bitch 'till the break of dawn and bug the fuck out of her. So sad that she'll be leaving for Aussie in January. Don't worry Alycia! As I said, I'd fucking eat instant noodles every damn day in order to save up some money to drag my ass over there and visit you. Damn! I'm still feeling very tired and sleepy. Thanks to the fucking electrical shock treatment (or whatever you name it)! Really torturing! I'm off to bed now. Can't stand it! I'm gonna fall asleep on my laptop after this. Zzz...peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116334872891115301?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116334872891115301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116334872891115301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down The Days'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116329768823081678</id><published>2006-11-12T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:18:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He The One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is He The One?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Couldn't believe my very eyes when I saw him again yesterday. I was with Elaine that time and we were on the way to Fitness First. Suddenly, a familiar figure approached us at the Maxis Tower entrance. It was him. My so-called dream guy! When I noticed him walking towards us, I was completely stoned. I was speechless. Seriously, I never had that kinda feeling for a few years already, after the shit that Mr P.K.C caused me. After Elaine left, we had a very casual conversation before he left. Will I ever see him again? Man, I ain't desperate. But heck, come to think of it, he's so hot! Esp. those eyes! I don't care if he's busy and doesn't have the time to contact me. I'm just glad that I know him. Ain't it nice to have a new friend who cares about you? Well, I was so fucking happy when my friend told me that he kept asking her where the hell I had been lately. Fuck! I have an appointment with the slimming centre in just an hour. I almost forgotten it! Dammit! Like what Alycia said, we pay 'em to torture us. Imagine you have to deal with the goddamn electrical shock thingy for like 40 goddamn minutes (that seems forever more to me!)! Definitely not fun at all! Just like Alycia, I have a wedding dinner to attend soon! So I have to lose a few pounds in order to fit in that fucking dress perfectly. Alright, I'm done for now. Will write more once I'm less busier. Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116329768823081678?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116329768823081678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116329768823081678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-he-one.html' title='Is He The One?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116326557251808850</id><published>2006-11-12T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:21:55.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Bean Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Bean Session&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Finally met up with Alycia after one fucking month. Thank god she didn't ffk! If not, I swear I'd burn her tits with Salem. Kidding! Her true colours were revealed when she yelled "fuck you!" at me. Haha! Tell you what, Alycia is really fun to be around with. This bitch never fails to make me laugh hysterically! I'm glad that she's going to JB with me next Tues, for the Marie France roadshow. Man, it'll be heaps of fun, definitely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116326557251808850?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116326557251808850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116326557251808850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/coffee-bean-session.html' title='Coffee Bean Session'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116268719964314310</id><published>2006-11-05T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:49:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night At Poppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Night At Poppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a night to remember at Poppy! It was fun, especially when my bro a.k.a tai lou was around to cheer us up. At first, we were supposed to go to Velvet but some shit happened. Man, I just can't bear with money-minded and calculative peeps! As much as I hate to say, I didn't get to meet Alycia last night as the plan to Velvet was cancelled. Jess and I went to Poppy instead since my bro had a reservation there. Yea, rich people like him always open bottles! I don't have to pay a single cent at the club when I go out with my bro or his friends. Forget bout the cover charge, shit like that. That kinda thingy is meant for those who're either too broke to open bottles or just going there for fun. I love my bro alot 'cause he always takes care of me whenever we hang out or chill together. Thanks for being the best brother in this world, kor! Haha! I didn't get drunk though. When we guys reached Jln Ampang, there was a police road block and I was like WTF?! Yea, FUCK! My bro drank a few glasses of Chivas and they might fucking slap him with a RM 300 fine! So much for those ma chan 'rasuah' policemen, right? Therefore, he got down and let me drive his car! Yay! First time driving my bro's Vios. Usually, he doesn't let me drive 'cause he's scared that his car might end up in the drain. Funny enough! Interesting! I was sober last night, kor! Michael, Michael's gf Michelle, Henry and Yuen Ling were all there. But they left earlier though. Lesson to be learnt = avoid stingy asses! =)...Typical Malaysian assholes! *shakes head*...If no money, might as well stay at home and watch The Simpsons and don't fucking come out. When I called Alycia and told her bout what happened, she was like,"Huh? Like that also can?"...I just couldn't laughing my ass off! Or should I say we? Some fucking bitch who dressed like a whore bitched bout me when I went inside Velvet to return my fucking coupon. She thought I was so dumb that I wouldn't find out bout it? Jess told me what she said about me once I fucking came out. Fuck yourself real hard, bitch! Just don't fucking let me see you walking down the street one day! I swear I'm gonna slap you real hard 'till you fall into the damn drain which is at least 2.5 metre deep, then let the flood flush you away from your honey bunny. If you have guts, say it right to my face! Don't be such a coward! At least, I don't dress like a hooker whenever I go clubbing or go out. Woo-hoo! See no evil, hear no evil! I don't give a shit bout lousy and cheapskate people like 'em! So, better fuck off, sei gao hoi yuen dit and get a life! Ham ka ling! So damn pissed! Gonna find my stupid sis Elaine at KLCC after this and bug the fuck out of her at her boutique! Good news = my tai lou won't be going to UK...he'll find a new job here in KL instead. That's all for now. Gotta get ready and meet up with Azrena and Grace for lunch! Anyways, can't wait for my Malacca trip next week! The roadshow will be full of excitement with their presence - my lady boss - Jerry, Azrena, Grace, Kerry, Sue, Norman, Edwin, Ah Hao and the rest of our crew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2jbuy9t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been 4 years, thanks for being my sei tong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/2d1nsy9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Besides my daddy, this is the man that I love and respect most - nobody but my bro =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2myvhoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jess and me. Got cigar, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2f03g2x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My one and only tai lou, my best friend, me...cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116268719964314310?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116268719964314310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116268719964314310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/night-at-poppy.html' title='A Night At Poppy'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/2jbuy9t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116260364726212254</id><published>2006-11-04T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:27:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roadshow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cruising around KL and PJ in a Ford Escape with a huge Christy Chung image all over it was heaps of fun, especially when my boss and colleagues were very kind to me. We had quality times together, during lunch and dinner, also on the road for the past few days. My boss Jerry asked us to work for an upcoming roadshow in Malacca next week and I'm up for it, although it's kinda tiring travelling back and forth. I'll definitely be bugging Yue Wei and Elaine via SMS during the period! I'll sure miss chatting with 'em online while I'm away. Phew! 3 days without good sleep - now I have a running nose and slight fever. But I don't give a damn. Velvet tonight! Right now I'm gonna have my cereal breakfast and then get ready for gym! Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2zpiop5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116260364726212254?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116260364726212254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116260364726212254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/11/roadshow.html' title='Roadshow'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/2zpiop5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116199893395735385</id><published>2006-10-28T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:55:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips Of An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lips Of An Angel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What a fucking awesome song! Yet a depressing one! What do you expect? I'm one emo bitch and not afraid to admit it. It's playing on my CD player right now. Tell ya what, it's always neat to listen to your favourite hit before you start working 'cause you'll be spending most of your time out there. No time for your own stuff! Just done reading Alycia's blog. Hey, I like this gal alot. She's fucking cool and full of fun! Can't wait to go clubbing with her at Velvet next week. Gonna be great with her presence! Alycia, if you're reading this, you're one crazy chique! No joke! Perhaps you should read back your latest entry. Haha! Sicko! By the way, mind telling me which prince appeared in your dream last night? Prince William or Prince of Eygpt? Wuahahaha! Hmm...Elaine told me that fatso went to her boutique and visit her yesterday. Thank god I didn't hear any negative feedback from her. If that fatso really did bitch about me, she's gonna fucking get it from me. Yue Wei told me one damn thing which I thought was so right. Your true friends are the ones who'll be there for you through thick and thin, also won't leave your side when you're in trouble or in need. It took me approximately 6 goddamn years to learn the fatso's true colours and I've learnt my lessons well. Alright! Enough of her! Well, there are times when I feel so lonely and all alone. I mean, I don't need a man (sounds liike PCD's new single...hmm) at the moment. It's just that I have a eerie feeling that the world is gonna end soon and that jugdement day is near. What makes things even worse is that I've been listening alot to emo songs lately. Esp. in the middle of the night. Gosh, what the fuck is wrong with me? Justine, wake the fuck up and face the reality world! Okay, I'm done with this post. Gonna update more when I'm less busier. Peace out peeps! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2z3w9cz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116199893395735385?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116199893395735385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116199893395735385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/lips-of-angel.html' title='Lips Of An Angel'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/2z3w9cz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116180533859634729</id><published>2006-10-26T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:43:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever So Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever So Sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just found a friend in one of your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To treat me so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;can't believe my bones, when they say so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;They tell me I am fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I, I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ever so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You make this seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The way things go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Its not my fault and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll miss, I'll miss you so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Through all of those nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We lost our way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ever so sweet you baked it in cakes for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What you left behind, it hurts my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Every line, it brings me right back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't you see the wall you built for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't you see the wall you built for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't you see the wall you built for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cause we're not special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We're not special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We're not special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well I'm not special, I'm not special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116180533859634729?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116180533859634729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116180533859634729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/ever-so-sweet.html' title='Ever So Sweet'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116174779973721266</id><published>2006-10-24T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:19:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't think I don't know bout you bitching about me and talking shit behind my back, you fat whore! Stop being goody-two-shoes! At first you acted all nice and sweet in front of me, then you fucking backstabbed me? Get a life, you unwanted fatso! Nobody likes you 'cause you're a fake! If you ever spread shit bout me again, I'll stuck a carrot up your nostrils! You seriously need a plastic surgery on the nose part, asshole bitch! Why? 'Cause you look so fugly! That simple. Eww! Well, I have enough chi muis around me, so you bitch has been automatically removed from the list. Go fuck a goat since you're so desperate, bitch! But I bet the goat will die in no time due to suffocation. Poor goat! Whatever it is, learn your lessons well! Don't ever fuck with the wrong gal! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116174779973721266?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116174779973721266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116174779973721266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/fucking-bitch.html' title='Fucking Bitch'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116123508044158780</id><published>2006-10-19T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:18:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gu Poh House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gu Poh House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Since I can't seem the find my Mr Right, might as well move into a gu poh house along with my chi muis. No offence here, but most guys are mean and selfish bastards. Seriously, I'm sick and tired of all this shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Time to save money for the gu poh house I've been telling you about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Elaine : C'mon, I got money! We make a house &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : A sand house or paper house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Elaine : A solid house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me : Are you drunk or something? Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Elaine : I'm not drunk. I don't drink, k. Serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.tinypic.com/4fyprn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My dream gu poh house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116123508044158780?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116123508044158780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116123508044158780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/gu-poh-house.html' title='Gu Poh House'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/4fyprn4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116122915828471188</id><published>2006-10-19T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:39:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Think Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll Think Of Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I woke up early this morning around 4am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've been tryin' my best to get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But that's OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There's nothing left to say, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Take your records, take your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Take your memories I don't need'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Take your space and take your reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But you'll think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And take your cat and leave my sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'Cause we have nothing left to weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In fact I'll feel a whole lot better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But you'll think of me, you'll think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I went out driving trying to clear my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm feeling just a little tired of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And all the baggage that seems to still exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It seems the only blessing I have left to my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is not knowing what we could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What we should have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Someday I'm gonna run across your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't worry, I'll be fineI'm gonna be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;While you're sleeping with your pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wishing I could hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll be over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116122915828471188?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116122915828471188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116122915828471188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/youll-think-of-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Think Of Me'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116033234538573491</id><published>2006-10-09T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:01:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How many of us actually believe in fate? I don't know and I'm just not too sure bout that. What I do know is that everything happens, it happens for a reason. I believe in fate 'cause I met a really great friend last month when I attended the SIA interview. At first I didn't notice her sitting down there, until she addressed me by saying hello and asking me to sit with her. Well, we started chatting and then we exchanged numbers. A very nice gal with a down-to-earth personality. We were strangers in the waiting room, casual friends in the interview room and now, we're good friends. I'm glad we're tight buddies now. Can hang out together, can go clubbing together, can share our problems together and can joke along together. Can't believe we get along so well when we've only known for just 3 weeks! We're indeed very 'ngam key' and 'ngam channel.' Alycia, you're such a wonderful friend God has given me and I'll definitely cherish this friendship between us. Don't worry! I'll eat maggie every damn day just to save up some money to visit you next year. Thanks for putting up with my fucked up attitude and childish behaviour! (I like calling you tai sou 'cause it's fun to hear you say "crazy ah you?") =)...That's what friends are for, afterall. Can't wait to hit Velvet with you, kor kor, Jess and Joseph. I'm really sad that the pics we took were all gone with the wind but we can have a small celebration again. But the memories will reside in the heart. Thanks for everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116033234538573491?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116033234538573491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116033234538573491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-116027230294968425</id><published>2006-10-08T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T09:54:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit On My B-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullshit On My B-Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To the fucking bastard or bitch stole my Panasonic Lumix FX-8 at Ruum last night, go to hell and R.I.P! Ma hai! Alot of pics were stored inside and I lost all of 'em together with the camera. I have no idea why people are so fucking greedy over things and money. If you need money, I can donate some to you but please don't fucking take away my belongings. Fucking shit! I took lotsa pics with Yue Wei, Alycia, my brother and Joe but heck, I lost everything on the same night! Since I ain't a money-minded person, I'll get a new digicam soon, definitely but still feel mm song bout the loss. Maybe they should throw another party for me again to make me feel better. Ma chi bai! *&amp;amp;^%%$#@! Life is unfair! Now I have to withdraw 1K from my bank to get a new digicam. All thanks to the motherfucka who stole my stuff! See, typical Malaysians are just so bloody greedy! I hate this fucked up place and I swear I'll move to another country when I've got enough money. Maybe it's a punishment from God! I've now learnt my lessons well. Gotta extra alert next time! Don't think I'll fucking bring my cam to the club next time. Phobia! FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-116027230294968425?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116027230294968425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/116027230294968425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/bullshit-on-my-b-day.html' title='Bullshit On My B-Day'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115989525743031311</id><published>2006-10-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:07:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You said goodbye I fell apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I fell from all we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;To I never knew I needed you so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You need to let things go I know, you told me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I've been through hell to break the spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why did I ever let you slip away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't stand another day without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Without the feeling I once knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry silently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry hopelessly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cause I know I'll never breathe your love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry 'cause you're not here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry 'cause I'm lonely as can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I cry hopelessly 'cause I know I'll never breathe your love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you could see me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You would know just how hard I try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not to wonder why I wish I could believe in something new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh please somebody tell me it's not true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll never be over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why did I ever let you slip away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't stand another day without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Without the feeling I once knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If I could have you back tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If I could lose the pain and sorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I would do just anything to make you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You still love me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115989525743031311?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115989525743031311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115989525743031311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cry.html' title='I Cry'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115985287004549087</id><published>2006-10-03T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:21:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Promises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been 3 years since you left, yet the memories are still fresh in my mind. Each time I listen to the song What Hurts The Most, it reminds me of you. Just don't know why you left me just like that, without saying goodbye. You once told me that I was very important in your life. But why did you have to be so cruel and leave me here with nothing at all? You once told me that you would celebrate my b-day with me every year but it was only an emty promise. What's the use of making a promise when you can't even keep it? You once promised me that you would always be there by my side and wipe my tears away. I still remember the good times we spent together, the smile on your face would never fail to brighten my dull days. Why? Why did you have to go? I gave in so much and cared so much bout you. But what did I get? Nothing. Nothing but hurt and pain. Until now, I'm still wondering if you ever loved me or I was only her replacement when she wasn't by your side...All the questions deep inside my heart, remain unanswered. We might've moved on but I never tried to forget you. You're just the best I ever hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"What hurts the most is walking you away and never knowing what could have been and not seeing that loving you is what I was trying to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115985287004549087?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115985287004549087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115985287004549087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115972112486259722</id><published>2006-10-01T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:40:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Special Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I met up with Ernie at Chilis this noon, he actually surprised me with this little pressie he bought from a souvenir shop in Norway. Now I have to take good care of him and put it on my study desk, together with other collection (gifts from other close pals).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It was great seeing the big guy again after 2 years. I was standing there near Swatch with Elaine but he could only recognize her! Damn! He kept telling me I had changed alot, bla bla bla. I was kinda moody that time 'cause I thought Jasmine was mad at me because of the stupid joke Yue Wei and I made. But we didn't mean it. Just joking around! Ernie and I took turns to call her on the cell like 100000 times but no answer. Then she SMS-ed me after that and told me everything was cool. Phew! Thank god! She'll most likely get pissed off if I do the same thing again. Thinking of this coming Saturday makes me feel so much better. Imagine your brother, chi muis and close buddies at your b-day party...Must be heaps of fun! Life is short. Therefore, live life cool! Party like there's no tomorrow! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/29gond1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;One of the very few guys I can click with, besides my kor, Joseph, Zhen Yue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2jbk6cm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A special gift from a special friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115972112486259722?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115972112486259722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115972112486259722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/10/special-gift.html' title='A Special Gift'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/29gond1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115958608309119475</id><published>2006-09-30T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:14:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What a fucking night to remember at Poppy last night. My kor ordered 2 bottles of Chivas and therefore, I was sent to heaven immediately after a few hours! When I was drunk, the guys took turns to accompany me to the toilet. How embarassing that I could hardly walk! What do you expect...CHIVAS baby! My newly found chi mui Alycia was there too but she didn't drink much. Yuen Ling only drank a few shots. Guess I was the one who went crazy! So 'san fu' right now, head spinning like hell! A lesson to be learnt = don't drink too much! Last but not least, Happy 23rd B-day to my one and only kor kor! Hope he had great fun last night! =)...And hope he'll find himself a gf soon so I can call someone 'tai sou.' Bwahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;First shot taken - my brother and muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me and Alycia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The three of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The chiques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cigar baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The dudes who sent me home and took good care of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yuen Ling and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Who the fuck took this pic of me wei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay, I'm drunk in this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Need to shoot the motherfucka who snapped this 'nice' pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/pic13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Michael and Just...he's a hella funny dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115958608309119475?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115958608309119475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115958608309119475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/poppy.html' title='Poppy'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115945783676804911</id><published>2006-09-28T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:37:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep And Meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep And Meaningless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I, I don't know why I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You, you left me feeling high and dry&lt;br /&gt;With nothing, nothing but the question why&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, I guess you had another direction&lt;br /&gt;And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you call me today&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice&lt;br /&gt;It's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you had&lt;br /&gt;You still walked away leaving me in this mess&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You, you knew what you were doing to me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I guess I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad&lt;br /&gt;But I'd do it again to relive what we had&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There are many things left to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Of a love that I just can't leave behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115945783676804911?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115945783676804911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115945783676804911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/deep-and-meaningless.html' title='Deep And Meaningless'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115937210986865179</id><published>2006-09-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:48:29.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Waited two fucking hours at Room 3 from 2.30-4.30pm for the lecturer and some college mates to witness my final year presentation but it was all worth it. At least I thought I did all right. So, no worries and just gotta wait for my results! Pray for me, peeps! Thank god it has finally come to an end =) Can start enjoying my break now! Woo-hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2q3bzf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.tinypic.com/2q3bzf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115937210986865179?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115937210986865179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115937210986865179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/fyp.html' title='FYP'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/2q3bzf4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115902121932148966</id><published>2006-09-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:20:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brycreem Roadshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Brycreem Roadshow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been fun working with my fellow colleagues (though we gotta stand under the hot sun) and I can't wait to see them all on Monday! We might be going to Red Box during the 6 hours break since Chooi Hun wants to sing K so badly! Well, I'm really happy that I met this bunch of cool new friends and got to know them better in the past few days. I still remember going to some mamak place for lunch with them yesterday. We got special discounts and free drinks as well! We had lotsa crazy fun talking and laughing out loud like nobody's business and snapping pictures using our mobile phones like some mad bitches! Haha! Here are pictures of our gang :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2vjde6x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kecik, Chooi Hun, Just and Azrena at McD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2ymgcg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Chooi Hun a.k.a Han Jie and me at McD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/43g37d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Big Family a.k.a The Poyo Gang, near the mamak stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115902121932148966?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115902121932148966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115902121932148966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/brycreem-roadshow.html' title='The Brycreem Roadshow'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/2vjde6x_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115841606740872985</id><published>2006-09-16T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:14:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Despite some shit that happened last night, I pretty much enjoyed my Saturday outing today! Had a drink with Joe at Dome after my work out. Yeh, I was glad to meet him today 'cause I actually ffk-ed last night when both he and Debbie were waiting for me at Ruums. I didn't mean to, just that some shit popped up and I had an arguement with my dad. Before meeting up with Joe, I went to look for Elaine for a while and we had fun bitching bout somebody that we know. Girls will be girls. Anyways, looking forward to my b-day celebration soon, somewhere around early October! Will definitely have fun with Debbie, Joe and the rest of the gang. But getting a year older totally sucks! Damn! Sigh, I'm getting old! *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Last but not least, here's a picture of me and Elaine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2renok5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115841606740872985?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115841606740872985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115841606740872985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/2renok5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115798198120495256</id><published>2006-09-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:21:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Miss Y'All Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna Miss Y'All Peeps!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't sign in MSN at the mean time. As usual, it sucks. Screw it! Well, just ended my contract with the company yesterday. My supervisor called and told me that she'd bank in my salary next month together with the commission. She even praised me for being hardworking. So happy! But hell yeh, I'm gonna miss my newly found friends! Siti, Azrena, Elaine, Mei Chen, Chooi Hun, Salwa and Mas, you gals will be missed! I'm fucking broke now. I seriously have no idea how to survive another one damn month. Not to mention, I ain't going to Genting with Debbie this month as I'm running outta cash. So, it'll be either next month or Nov, after I get my pay. Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/4hx4kqp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115798198120495256?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115798198120495256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115798198120495256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/gonna-miss-yall-peeps.html' title='Gonna Miss Y&apos;All Peeps!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/4hx4kqp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115747124010195905</id><published>2006-09-05T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:47:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 More Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 More Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Five more damn days to go! Woo-hoo, can't wait to take a long break and just set myself free! But one thing I'm gonna miss when I leave the place - my new friends esp. my colleagues Siti and Elaine as well as my pal Azryna, a really cool chique to hang out with! We always talk cock and just don't give a shit. I'm really glad that I met them. They're very humble and kind people. Unlike some fake and snobbish bitches out there who totally annoy the fuck out of me! I've missed cruising in Elaine's car! I'll post some pics taken with my colleagues here as soon as I get 'em ready! Time to go to bed now as I need to wake up early for work tomorrow. Phew! Peace out, peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115747124010195905?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115747124010195905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115747124010195905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-more-days.html' title='5 More Days'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115694987286292726</id><published>2006-08-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:57:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just got home from my work place, had a pleasant dinner after shower. I'm feeling so refreshed now! Hopefully, my supervisor, Chelsea didn't find out that I went home an hour earlier than usual or else I'll get fucked tomorrow. Man, what do you expect? It's National Day and you expect me to work the whole damn day? No way! Luckily my colleague is a lazy arse, like me. So we always laze around and chit-chat with other staff there. I can't wait to get my pay! 2 weeks = RM 1300 + commission = RM 1500. Whoa, I can use the money to shop 'till I drop! Not going anywhere for the countdown later. Just gonna stay at home and rest. 10 more days to go! Then I'll have to wait for a month for the salary as they gotta scan the sales and calculate our commission. I'm really happy that I met some new friends there. They're very nice people. Just got to know a Chinese friend named Mun Mun there. Sadly, she's leaving for Taiwan to further her studies! No chance to meet up with her again! *sob sob*...I'm waiting for Debbie to get online now so that we can do the countdown on MSN together. Isn't it ironic? Bet other people have already reached Bukit Bintang by now. Here's a picture taken before the roadshow :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/261kl5e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115694987286292726?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115694987286292726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115694987286292726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/261kl5e_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115634323543852328</id><published>2006-08-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:27:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Toy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just went to the electrical shop near my place and placed the deposit for the hair straightener. They said they gotta order some new stock or something. So happy that I'm gonna get my hands on it this coming Friday morning! But it ain't cheap. Quite pricey! What to do? I've always wanted to buy one, seriously! Bought a Zara top at KLCC this noon. Phew!&lt;/span&gt; Had a nice dinner just now - 'rat noodles' (loh shu fun) with some HK garlic sausage + lotsa fried onions and a glass of cold SoyMilk. Yummy! Had fun in the gym today. Debbie SMS-ed me and told me that she was kinda down. Hope she's okay now! She's always there for me when I'm down. A great friend and chi mui, indeed! Life's always full of ups and downs. One can't stay happy all the time, esp. when a problem strikes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/25f361f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can't wait to collect it from the shop this Friday morning! Whee! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115634323543852328?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115634323543852328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115634323543852328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.tinypic.com/25f361f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115630815756235515</id><published>2006-08-23T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:42:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I truly hate those who judge other people so quickly when they don't fucking know 'em. If you don't know me, pls don't simply make some false assumptions, okay! If you're just a stranger to me, just fuck off and get a life. Don't start a fight with me or whatever 'cause I don't even bother. Don't think you're cool and Mr. Perfect when you're not even close to it! I have my own beliefs and judgements. Some guy just pissed me off last night when I was feeling frustrated and down (due to my project and some shit that happened not long ago)! Like what Jin used to say,"Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me!"...Well-said! What the hell does he know about me? How well does he know me? And don't try to sound funny when you can't even start a joke. No one is perfect and don't always think you're right. You haven't been through what I've been through. So, don't pretend to be so understanding or whatever! Nuff said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/25asoaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115630815756235515?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115630815756235515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115630815756235515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-me.html' title='I Am Me'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.tinypic.com/25asoaw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115626004022163247</id><published>2006-08-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:03:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edison Chen's Mix Tape - Take It To The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edison Chen's Take It To The Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Man, I'm loving da hunk's new mix tape, Take It To The Heart, feat. MC Yan, DJ Tommy, DJ Chef, Stephanie Cheng, etc.! Thanks to muh da jie, Deb who sent me the song! Love his collaboration with Stephanie Cheng! Nothing new today except that I met some new friends during the staff training in Damansara. Gonna start working for the roadshow end of this month 'till early September. The pay is aight. I'm just gonna earn some extra pocket money for my good self since I'm damn broke all month long. Damn! I wanna get the hair straightener so bad! =(...Yesterday was one beautiful day as I really enjoyed myself with Debbie at Neway! I kept laughing my arse off when she sang Yat Sang Hor Kau (a really damn old song by Danny Chan). Don't get me wrong. It's a very meaningful and great song, really. One of my fav oldies. By the way, here's one picture taken at Starbucks, with muh da jie, of course:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/25aqmuw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bitches at Starbucks, making noise like nobody's business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115626004022163247?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115626004022163247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115626004022163247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/edison-chens-mix-tape-take-it-to-heart.html' title='Edison Chen&apos;s Mix Tape - Take It To The Heart'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.tinypic.com/25aqmuw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115599621577867397</id><published>2006-08-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:03:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melancholy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Shit happens. Broke like hell. Everything doesn't seem right. Where do I go from here? I'm lost and I need to fix myself. This month is all full of 'drama' and shit. Ain't a good month for me! Can't wait for September to come! That time I'll be singing "Wake Me Up When September Ends" as the whole month will be full of joy and fun activities (meeting up with my chi muis, getting a new part-time job, shopping spree and last but not least, going to Genting with my da jie, Debbie!). That biatch is so afraid of riding Skyway! But she has got no other choice as our tour bus will stop at the cable car station and drop us there. Lol! At times I do get really depressed and shit but come to think of it, I still have my chi muis (you know who you are!) and I know they'll always be there for me through thick and thin. Well anyways, nothing much happened today except the fact that I spent 200 bucks on some printing materials (for my final year project), monthly gym payment as well as a meal at Kim Gary. Met up with Li Sze early in the morning to print all that shit and I managed to get some discount from her. That's what friends are for, afterall! After the appointment with her, my dad came and sent me to gym. Jo-N wasn't around, so I worked out alone. Once I showed up at the entrance of Avenue K, Debbie was already waiting for me there, clad in a nice top and sexy skirt. Bet all the chi bengs at the LRT station fainted the moment they saw her! We then had a neat meal at Kim Gary. I had my all-time favourite baked chicken wings with cheese and Debbie had some kinda fillet burger. But nothing beats McD's fillet-o-fish, still! Two lala muis sitting near us kept staring cock at us, as if we were their enemies or such. I so wanted to bitch-slap the one with red streaks with blond highlights on her hair. See, typical Ah Lians like 'em just can't leave you alone and enjoy your meal joyfully! I'm listening to Shower Me With Your Love by Surface...."Life is too short to live alone..." So fucking true, indeed! And the song that Calvin sent me the other day (Living In A Box's Room In Your Heart) has got very meaningful lyrics too. Enough of sad songs and shit. I'm outta here. Need to finish some work. Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/medebkg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My da jie Debbie and me at Kim Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115599621577867397?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115599621577867397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115599621577867397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115572669785434128</id><published>2006-08-16T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:20:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Seriously I can't take it anymore. My final project is really a pain in the ass and I don't get it why my lecturer can't tolerate a little and approve my fucking proposal so that I can finally relax and do my own stuff. Life is indeed unfair. Even when you give in 101% of effort and hard work, you don't get any appreciation in return. I need a vacation so bad! After some shit that happened lately. At least let me leave this goddamn place for a period. Also to celebrate my graduation! Don't care if it's only for a few days. Langkawi or Genting? Jo-N told me that Air Asia is currently having a promotion now and a return trip to Langkawi for 3 days / 1 night only costs around 199 bucks. Yea, my ass! Wrong info again! The cheapest Langkawi package is at least 500++. Debbie was like,"Fuck, then we go to Genting better!"...That's what I thought too. Can have a neat dinner at Resort Hotel, a drink or two at Safari Club, get drunk in the middle of the night in the hotel room (Absolut Vodka or Chivas?) and chit-chat with my big sis 'till the break of dawn. Sounds interesting, eh? But I must save a bit for the trip since a top from Dorothy Perkins and some other stuff burnt a hole in my pocket the other day. I'm dying for a hair-straightener now! Either you start to save or you end up crying for spending all the money in you wallet. Man, I'm so excited bout the Genting trip! I've always dreamt of going there with my Mr Right since it's so-called "city of entertainment" but since I don't have anyone at the mean time, I'll be going with Debbie. We even planned to save up some money in order to visit HK next year! Hopefully we can get something from Edison's boutique and meet DJ Chef there. He's one heck of a funny fella. Their latest mixtape rocks! Alright. Enough for now. Need to do some stuff. The pile of shitty work is a never ending cycle. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115572669785434128?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115572669785434128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115572669785434128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115512033327261421</id><published>2006-08-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:58:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Princess Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Disney Princess are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/artistic.expression/1115691243_isneymulan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You are Mulan! Headstrong, and sometimes a little one-sided in your opinion, you always do what you feel is right, even if it means you get into a little trouble. You have a care-free attitude at most times, but you hide it when you're in an uncomfortable situation. A tomboy at heart, you have times when you feel like it makes you stand out from the crowd, perhaps a little too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115512033327261421?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115512033327261421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115512033327261421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Princess Are You?'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115496764095013896</id><published>2006-08-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:31:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Tiger Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dragon Tiger Gate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Man, how can you even miss a certain movie when you know that Nicholas Tse is in it? How I wish I had a boyfriend like him - smart, good looking, talented, charming, fit and cool. He has the complete package and I know that many gals out there are willing to die for him. Lol! Alright, let me update on what happened earlier today. Met up with Debbie jie (one of my best buddies, my mentor, my tai ka jie, my counselor, my yum-cha kaki, my shopping buddy!) around 11am then went to Burger King, Avenue K to have our lunch. Amazingly some Malay bitches a.k.a sei chu pohs could sit down there and chit-chat with each other for hours, without ordering anything, not even a single drink. Burger King might need to close down if everyone does the same shit everyday. Lol! They totally annoyed the shit out of me as they kept laughing out loud. Anyways, I really enjoyed the movie! Not to mention, Nic looked stunningly cool in it, I thought! I've been a fan since 1998! So, can't help it! Really tired right now! Going to gym tomorrow morning since I've already promised Jo-N. Damn! Can't slack at home! *sob sob*...I wanna build some muscles so that my arms can be stronger. Gurrrrl power! By that time I can protect my own self when I go out alone...*yawn* I seriously need some sleep now before I collapse! By the way, just wanted to say that love sucks! It's hard to find someone who can respect you, shower you with care, be there for you when you need him, understand you, see the real you and love you unconditionally. Nothing good lasts forever, now is what we've got. That's it for now, I guess. Need some Zzz! Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/23vkebl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can you see my hubby Nic in the poster? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/23vkrj9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My big sis and muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115496764095013896?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115496764095013896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115496764095013896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/dragon-tiger-gate.html' title='Dragon Tiger Gate'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/23vkebl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115478202798661698</id><published>2006-08-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:47:08.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jail-ed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. Guess the pic below is more than enough to prove that Jo-N and I are in deep shit now. To make it short, we're actually involved in a murder case which took place last night as some bastard tried to assault me and Jo-N, who was on the spot with me, took out a knife from her handbag and stabbed that motherbitch pervert to death. Then we gao dim his dead body by dumping into the river. Unfortunately, some villagers saw us and then called the cops. Alright, cut the crap! Yea right, I have nothing better to do right now! Life can be so colourful at times but life can also be such a bloody bitch. Sometimes things don't seem to turn out right and we're forced to make a decision. That sucks! Three damn years have gone by, I wonder where he is now, what he's been doing all this while...There's nothing left to say between the both of us, nothing left to be done. I just hope that he'll eventually find his own happiness in life and be happy always. He might've hurt me and left a deep scar in my heart. But I never hated him or blame him. We both have moved on with our own lives. But I never forgotten him or gotten rid of the memories. He taught me how to be happy, how to love unselfishly, how to smile, how to appreciate someone, how to care and how to stand up for myself. Well, I know that I can't turn back time and patch things up as it's too late. Just hope that he's contented with his life now and that he doesn't need to work as hard as before in order to earn a better living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Why I live in despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know he's never there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And all the time I act so brave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm shaking inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why does it hurt me so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/23qyuk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115478202798661698?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115478202798661698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115478202798661698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/jail-ed.html' title='Jail-ed'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/23qyuk0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115452609610417707</id><published>2006-08-02T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:41:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanebo [KATE] Ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kanebo [KATE] Ad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So excited when I saw this thingy at Sasa yesterday!!! Mika Nakashima is my idol and I love her to bits! She's really cool and real, unlike some pop sluts like Ayumi Hamasaki, Jolin Tsai, etc. Went to KLCC with Jo-N again today and bought some stuff - a Loreal hair-colour kit as well as a cosmetic bag for me to stuff all the make-up goods inside. I'm officially broke now as I've spent 150 bucks in just two days. Damn! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/21osr6h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115452609610417707?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115452609610417707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115452609610417707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/08/kanebo-kate-ad.html' title='Kanebo [KATE] Ad'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/21osr6h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115392615509544760</id><published>2006-07-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:54:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Happy Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just updated my Friendster. It's time to update this bloody blog as some friends have been sounding me about it. Yea, I'm a lazy ass, I know but I've been really busy with my final year project lately (presentation date on 26th August). Whatever it is, I'm glad that I have some close friends who really care bout me esp. Yue Wei, Jasmine, Chloe and Debbie. Forget bout Anne at the moment 'cause she ffk-ed me the other day yet hasn't given me a good explanation. WTF?! Alright. Back to the topic, I watched Slither with my lil' sis Jasmine at TGV, KLCC earlier and it was quite interesting, I must say. One of the two Thai bitches who sat right behind Jasmine took off her shoes and it stunk so bad! Jasmine was like,"WTF is so smelly?"...Gross! Before the movie, she spent me at Nandos! The first time she ever spent me a meal! So honoured! Lol! She's gonna kill me if she sees this. Damn! I've been having stomach ache since this morning. Need some rest now or I'll fall ill tomorrow and won't be able to work out at gym. I'm so outta here but before that, here's a photo of us, taken at Nandos :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/nandos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me and my lovely sis, love her to bits! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115392615509544760?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115392615509544760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115392615509544760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls&apos; Day Out'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115349551433237822</id><published>2006-07-21T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:27:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out With Deb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day Out With Deb Jie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally met up with my Deb jie after half a year period. Lol! Well, I must admit that I haven't been really happy lately due to some personal matters but I was so happy the moment I met her this noon! Debbie, thanks for being there for me! Really appreciate that! As usual, we gossiped and discussed a whole shit load of stuff. Ya know, girl talk! =)...We also laughed like some mental fucks in the restaurant every minute, without giving a damn bout the people around us. Bought some Maybelline product, a 1GB Sony Memory Stick as well as a belated b-day pressie for Jasmine. Almost got freaked out at Watson's as a mad man was standing near the Maybelline counter, talking to himself. He might be possessed or just simply insane. He had this really scary look on his face. No joke, like some pervert or something. Damn! Scary shit! Before that, we had buffet lunch at Sushi Station, then 'yum cha' at Red Brewed Tea Cafe. Heck, the Jasmine milk tea that we had was heavenly good! The bubbles were damn fresh as well! Only RM 7.50 per drink. Quite reasonable! Here are some pictures that we took, anyways :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/med5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/med2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/med1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v462/shatteredmeteora/med3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115349551433237822?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115349551433237822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115349551433237822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-out-with-deb.html' title='A Day Out With Deb'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115244204142350942</id><published>2006-07-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:56:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Final - Italy vs. France</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Cup Final - Italy vs. France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn! I want France to win so badly! I believe they can make it with Zidane around! Goooooo France! He's the man! Sigh! Off topic - I've started missing Cristiano Ronaldo already...my dream guy *wink*...He's like the cutest guy ever! Just can't get enough of him =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/1zeuhyd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115244204142350942?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115244204142350942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115244204142350942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-final-italy-vs-france.html' title='World Cup Final - Italy vs. France'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/1zeuhyd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115216948449583557</id><published>2006-07-06T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:04:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GO France!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO GO France!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Zidane! Zidane! Zidane! He's the shit, okay! I stayed up 'till 5am at Chloe's just to catch a glimpse of the semi final match. I actually slept like 2 hours 'cause I had to head back to Ampang early in the morning. Shit! I've been losing alot of sleep lately. Gonna turn into a zombie real soon! Whatever it is, I'm still happy bout France's victory and hope they walk home with the cup! =)...I'm listening to If I Am by Nine Days, by the way. Fuck, it's a sad song! *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1z4byxh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn sleepy...Zzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115216948449583557?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115216948449583557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925623/posts/default/115216948449583557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-go-france.html' title='GO GO France!'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16440826916697976247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9D8atgZeO54/SEVZQ9s8j8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pMUAqKfJkHg/S220/wpaper1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925623.post-115147805118310620</id><published>2006-06-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:00:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's It Gonna Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's It Gonna Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Before you take a swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wonder what are we fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I say out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I want to get out of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wonder is there anything I'm going to miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wonder how it's going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you're sure I'm not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When there's no one there to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Between you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cause I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where we used to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There's a shouting match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sharp as a thumbnail scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A silence I can't ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Like the hammock by the doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We spent time in swings empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Don't see lightning like last fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When it was always about to hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wonder how's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When it goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you found out there was nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Between you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cause I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And how's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you don't know me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And how's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Want to get myself back in again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The soft dive of oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I want to taste the salt of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The soft dive of oblivion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When you don't know me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How's it going to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925623-115147805118310620?l=shatteredmeteora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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