<?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-7254768998355891622</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:56:38.859+08:00</updated><category term='s-factor'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Yelle'/><category term='Effort'/><category term='Shut up'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='business'/><category term='irritation'/><category term='music degree'/><category term='new friends'/><category term='funny'/><category term='finally'/><category term='KL'/><category term='Jakarta'/><category term='complain'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='wakeupyourfuckingidea'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='success'/><category term='stars'/><category term='new'/><category term='tiger'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='foreign workers'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='virgin'/><category term='onitsuka'/><category term='fears'/><category term='opportunity'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='asics'/><category term='french'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='You'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='dubai'/><category term='tektonik'/><category term='william spencer'/><category term='screwed'/><category term='hot'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='questions'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='commitments'/><category term='skateboarding'/><category term='turning point'/><title type='text'>THIS IS IT</title><subtitle type='html'>goodbye</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-2198766593778216840</id><published>2009-11-21T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:56:51.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE BLOG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After what i've just read , i am more determined than ever before to keep my private life out of the radar. In view of that, i will quit blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So goodbye everyone, I see you when i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FGB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-2198766593778216840?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2198766593778216840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=2198766593778216840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2198766593778216840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2198766593778216840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-blog.html' title='GOODBYE BLOG.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-8612663608075159814</id><published>2009-11-09T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:57:58.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever You Call..</title><content type='html'>For you you you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDP33T0ffq0&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-8612663608075159814?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8612663608075159814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=8612663608075159814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/8612663608075159814'/><link rel='self' 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must have spent a LOT more time on you!'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-8897158922837354686</id><published>2009-10-04T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:52:20.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men REALLY want in a Women.</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know i've been posting alot of boliao entries the past week or so, and i also know that some of my female readers are getting pretty impatient with my lack of 'LRPs' (Love-Related Posts). You see ladies, the reason why i've not been posting anything "informative" these past few days was because i was doing some research work! For what? For this entry la duhh..hurhurhur..Why i chose this topic? Oh well, i received 21 emails requesting for me to write something that will help them understand men's words and body-language better. In view of that, i have researched probably dozens of books/ scientific journals, and compiled the more important ones in this Nutshell i call 'What Men Really Want in a Woman'. Enjoy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; I am NOT a Love Guru or neither am i a Qualified Psychologist (Ethically speaking, i can't be called '100% Qualified' since i've yet to take my Masters in Clinical PSy). However, my main source of Free-time Entertainment is researching, and reading up books about the Psychology of Men, Women and everything in between. Everything i write will be based purely on factual stuff, so you can safely bet that none of the thoeries that i will share with you, were coined while i was doing the dishes, late last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever i am about to share with you will change how you view men, dating, and relationships .I'm about to take you "behind the scenes" in the male mind. Are you ready? Now sit back, relax and allow me to disect a man's cerebral cortex, and give you a perspective that most women will never be able to see or realize, until its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sadly for most women, not seeing things the way I'm about to share with you keeps them trapped in patterns of misunderstanding and unfulfilling relationships with men.If you pay careful attention , you're going to start having better chances with men, whether you're single and looking for that right guy... or you're already in a relationship, and you'd like to start connecting on a deeper level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT MEN SAY AND WHAT THEY REALLY MEANT BY THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever heard a guy telling you, "I'm not ready for a serious relationship." How about this one : "Let's take a break." If you've ever been close to a man, then i'm sure you've heard those words before (Yes, even if you're Miss World). Men say these kinda things all the time; All across from Spain to Singapore, and London to Japan. And do you have the slightest idea by what they really mean when they say those words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you think about it, most men who've actually said those words will most likely end up with another woman soon after. They would start meeting new women, go on dates, and once they've found a woman they liked, and were very attracted to, they'd spend most of their time with this new woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They would end up jumping into another "serious relationship" with this person, even though they said they were'nt ready to do so with the previous woman!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now what's the freaking problem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a WOMAN says, "I'm going to stay home and relax today," she probably means that she's going to stay home, make sure that her house and life is in order, catch up on chores, feed the cat, and then maybe watch some Desperate Housewives DVDs, &lt;em&gt;alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a MAN says that he's going to "stay home and relax", he's probably going to watch some porn with 20 of his closest friends, play the PSP, surf Tagged.com looking for females to prey on, and/or sleep till the cows come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In simple words: MEN and WOMEN are programmed to think, feel and react differently.While women are mostly emotionally driven, men are catalysted by the power of Testoterone. The words they use often don't mean what they sound like they mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE BIG SECRET MEN AIN'T TELLING YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most men rarely declare what they really want from a woman, why they date, and what it means for them to have a relationship.Unfortunately, for the good women who are trying to create a great relationship with a man, this invisible barrier may be hard to penetrate! Sibei heng, I have the answers.... (Thanks to the Men-Expert, Mr C.Carter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most Men only want a relationship with a woman who already has about 100 other qualities that they never mention and could probably never list or describe even if they were asked to. And, they'll only end up emotionally involved and not RESISTING a long term relationship, if they experience for themselves a woman who proves she has these qualities over time.In other words, most men have a set of "WANTS IN A WOMAN" subconciously programmed in their Brains, and until they find that perfect woman, he is mostly likely bail, and look for the next one that fits/nearly fits his pre-requisites.MOST MEN don't want a woman they have to 'train'.The last thing a man wants to do, is to take a woman who DOESN'T "naturally" understand these things, and show her what they are, and how they work. It's unfair you say? But hey, you women are not easy to understand either! Hahaa..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE IDEAL WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a few that are important to most of us, Men:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Lack of Insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men absolutely hate it when they see a women who are'nt confident about how they look, feel or being perceived by others. EXAMPLE: You happen to be someone who has a near perfect WHR (Waist to Hip Ratio), but keeps on ranting about your weight issues. Come on la, how much thinner can a piece of paper get?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you expect us men to accept your imperfections when you yourself are unable to do so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) Easygoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most men love hanging out with women who are fun-loving and sociable, especially around his friends. Girls who are anti-social are a no-no for most men. (Singaporean Terms: &lt;em&gt;Rilek one corner, chill, steady bom pi pi&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most men love someone whom we can joke with, and goof around like nobody's business. Men are weird creatures who find even the simplest thing amusing. Who do you think invented the World Farting/Belching Championships?? Kate Moss?? DUh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) Unpredictability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been proven that men get bored more easily than women. If a man fails to find something new about that lady he is dating, he is most likely to bail. It does'nt have to be something overly unpredictable like suddenly discovering that the woman he's been dating is actually the daughter of the King of Swaziland-Land..even subtlest of things like suddenly finding out that you actually enjoy digging your nose in public, is good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a difference between a Genuinely Independant woman and someone who is just a Destiny Child's wannabe. How to spot the difference? The latter is someone who constantly says that she is uberly independent and openly declares (every 15 minutes) that she is capable of living without a man's presence in her life. A genuinely independent woman is someone who does things independently in the pretext of wanting to 'help' ease the burden of others (in a non-declarative way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6) Emotionally "balanced"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last thing that a man needs is to play Psychologist/Nanny/Care-giver/Uncle Agony to the woman he is dating. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean of course, its okay to feel moody sometimes but 24/7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If we want an emotional Train-wreck victim as a potential mate, you will probably see throngs of men queueing outside some random Mental Asylum already&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not easy to describe an IDEAL WOMAN in a few sentences... but the truth is that a Man who Really Knows what he Wants in a Lady, can recognize one, &lt;em&gt;INSTANTLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&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/7254768998355891622-8897158922837354686?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8897158922837354686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=8897158922837354686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/8897158922837354686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/8897158922837354686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-men-really-want-in-women.html' title='What Men REALLY want in a Women.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-1905370654430299897</id><published>2009-10-04T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:27:38.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i Don't date girls from my own Race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK...i know for a fact that with an entry title such as this, i will bound to ruffle some feathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before you even begin to judge, please hear me out first.I am not racist. Err..especially when it's pretty ridiculous to be racist against your own race.If you know me well enough, you will know that alot of my good friends ( like Abdillah, Nish, Nat ) are from my own race, and i truly enjoy every minute i spend with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, to be completely honest, i've never been in a relationship with someone from my own race. Am i proud of it? No. Have i tried dating malay girls? Yes. Do i find them interesting? Yes, some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Do i think malay girls are beautiful? Of course. Then what's the bloody problem right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emotional attraction. That's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Emotional attraction is clearly a chemical thing which is reinforced with a person’s social conditioning. Physically, the same principal applies, but without the cultural component, of course. I can’t explain exactly why i find it so difficult to be emotionally attached to a malay girl, no matter how cute,sexy or gorgeous she is. There is no correlation between Physical and Emotional attraction. Not for me atleast. However, I have found that all of the key physical characteristics that work for me can be found in virtually every racial group.This is especially true in a multi-cultural society such as ours where there is a growing number of people from diverse races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think the key word here is Social Conditioning. You see, it all started back in my secondary school days. I came from a school that is predominantly populated by chinese students, and it's a no-brainer that cognitively, i tend to behave, act, and date like one too. For a start, there were'nt many malay girls for me to oogle at or talk to ( probably less than 10?) in school. It was considered normal for me to interact more with girls from other races, specifically those from the chinese race. Naturally, i developed a sense of closeness (proximity, emotional attachment, whatever you want to call it) with them. And it does'nt take the Supernatural Powers of Captain Obvious to predict that i would inevitably end up dating one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have i tried dating malay girls? Of course. I tried dating a few malay girls during and after Polytechnic, hoping that what happened in secondary school was another phase of Self-Discovery. However, no matter how much i may have liked them, physically or personality wise, i always find that there was something missing. As much as i was attracted to them, i was not able to commit myself emotionally enough to take it to the next level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So do i Promote Interracial Relationships/Marriages?I think it all comes down to the individual cognitive mindset of each person. If both partners can deal with the flak that will certainly come their way at some point in their relationship, then I say go ahead. Dating in most societies is used to find a suitable mate. If that suitable mate happens to be of another race, then so be it. I like to think back on my art training when thinking about this subject. The only time you see color is when there is light to reflect it back to our vision. In complete darkness you are blind. I guess that's why Stevie Wonder seems and the Late Ray Charles seemed to be so happy because that was one less care in life that they had. In fact some of the most happy people I have ever seen have been blind . I don't wish to get off into a rant so here is the conclusion. You can either open your mind to the truth or you can be in darkness for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I chose to open my mind, and accept myself for who I truly am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My beloved mom said this to me once, a couple of years ago, "&lt;em&gt; You know Faiz, i foresee that you will end up marrying someone from another race. I don't really mind, just as long as i know that the woman of your choice can accept and love you for who you are, the same way you accept and love her for who she is. As long as you're happy, you have my blessings."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That is all i ever need to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Phewww....with this off my hair-less chest, i can finally move on to something a little more light-hearted. I was 'rummaging' through my old phone and look at what i found! Ahaha..its me and Abdillah goofing around in Toys R Us!! I think this was taken in October last year?!! Oh great, nothing have changed since then. I am still collecting Rubiks Cube (47 now and counting) and more importantly, we are still epicly crappy as ever. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-1905370654430299897?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1905370654430299897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=1905370654430299897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/1905370654430299897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/1905370654430299897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-dont-date-girls-from-my-own-race.html' title='Why i Don&apos;t date girls from my own Race.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-475831580840100194</id><published>2009-10-04T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:01:17.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Science Behind Interpersonal Attraction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; To those of you who have been emailing and asking me shit..Let me clear the air once and for all: I am NOT a Love Guru and neither am i a Qualified Psychologist (Ethically speaking, i can't be called '100% Qualified' since i don't have a Master's Degree). However, my main source of Free-time Entertainment is researching, and reading up books about the Psychology of Men, Women and everything in between. Everything i write will be based purely on factual stuff, so you can safely bet that none of the theories that i will share with you, were coined while i was doing the dishes, late last night. Before i start to explain the Stenberg's Triangular Theory of Love, let me begin by introducing to you the Science behind the Laws of Attraction. Ah yes, the reasons why we actually start 'falling' for someone, and why we find that person attractive in the first place. So yeah just sit back, and continue reading (If you want to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prejudice pretty much explains why people don't like each other. What does Psychology say about why people 'attract' or 'repel' certain people? Believe or not, Psychologists have come up with a 'Rule Book' which pre-determines your liking or the desire for a relationship with someone else, and it's coined the 'Science of Interpersonal Attraction'. There's several factors involved in the attraction of one person to another, including both superficial physical characteristics, such as physical beauty and proximity, as well as elements of personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE FIRST RULE: PHYSICAL ATTRACTIVENESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When people think about what attracts them to another person, it's often all about the looks. So in other words, physical beauty is one of the main factors that influence people's initial choice for selecting people they want to get to know better. Yeah looking like a hybrid of Brad Pitt+Tom Cruise+Wentsworth Miller will definitely help you to get that initial attention from the opposite sex. However, if you look like me, and think that you're beyond the realms of hope in the Beauty Department; Fret NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As long as you're sincere and have a decent personality, the ladies/gentlemen will still take notice. Although it's not exactly 'Love at first Sight' but more like 'Love at first Humour'. And damn it, for whatever reason you're hopeless with jokes (even those lameass knock-knock ones), there is one last Weapon Of Mass Attraction (WOMA) that you can use to create that lasting first impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SMILE. Yes, it does'nt matter if your teeth are mostly crooked like a line of fallen domino chips. Just smile. And make sure you look sincere when doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SECOND RULE: PROXIMITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The closer together people are physically, such as working in the same office or living in the same Hostel, the more likely they are to form a relationship. For those of you who are probably WIKIPEDIA-ing the meaning of Proximity, let me explain. Proximity in this context simply means being physically near to someone else. When you think about it, people are most likely to choose friends and lovers from the pool of people available to them, and availability depends heavily on Proximity. Okay i am going to go into the 'Theory' of things, so for those of you who are Anti-Theories, please look away now. Haha.. It has been theorised that Proximity is so important because it involves the idea of repeated exposure to a new stimuli. The more people experience something, whether it's a song, picture, or in this case a person, the more people will tend to like it. The Phrase "it grew on me" refers to this reaction. When people are in physical proximity to each other, repeated exposure may increase their attraction to one another. Oh please, that does'nt mean that when you like somebody, you have to be 24/7 circling that person like oxygen. Don't be stupid. There's a HUGE difference between 'significant presence' and 'emotional/physical scotch-tape'. Give that person his/her space. Take it from me, the King of Space-Outs. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE THIRD RULE: BIRDS OF THE SAME FEATHER EAT THE SAME WORM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha..okay i made the 'eating the same worm part' up. What im really trying to say is 'Similiarity'. Similiarity as a factor in Relationships makes sense when seen in terms of validation of a person's beliefs and attitudes. In other words, when other people hold the same attitudes and beliefs and do the same kinds of actions, it makes a person's own concepts seem more correct or valid.As a person you are constantly searching for some kind of identity that defines who you are as a person, and the best way to accentuate that identity is to mix with like-minded people. That is why Mats are doing so well. They have this inbuilt GPRS Mat-Tracking System which allow them to track down other mats where they can then share their undying passion of irritating the living hell out of people like me. Okay, that's beside the point. Sorry, i can get rather emotional when i talk about these people. Anyway..that brings us to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FOURTH AND LAST RULE: THE REPROCITY OF LIKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OmG, let me sidetrack abit..Class95 is playing the 'Lemon Tree' Song on radio!! Haha..i used to dig this song so much that i begged my High School's Discipline Master to allow me and my wannabe Rockstar friends to perform that song onstage during assembly! hahahahaha.."im turning my head,up and down, turning turning turning turning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ehem, where was I? Oh, the Reciprocity of Liking. People have a very strong tendency to like people who like them, a simple yet powerful concept. The only time that liking someone does not seem to make that person like the other in return is if a person suffers from feelings of mistrust. This mistrust can cause you to act unfriendly to that person, which makes the person more likely to become unfriendly to you in a kind of self-fulfilling Prophecy.What's up with the mistrust? It's hard to explain. There could be a million and one completely different reasons; It could be an aftershock from past relationship experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It could even be as weird as 'That the person's face reminds you of a character from a movie you've grown to hate/distrust', and for some reason you feel it's hard to connect to that person from an emotional standpoint. To each his own, basically. So people of the world, i truly hope that this little write-up will help you better understand the logic behind how 'Harry Met Sally', and why they can't seem to get enough of each other, after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think i shall discuss Robert Stenberg's Triangular Theory of Love in my next entry. My stomach is calling me for a Big Mac Meal and i think i might have to answer that soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Okay, Good Luck with that quest for that Special Someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-475831580840100194?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/475831580840100194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=475831580840100194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/475831580840100194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/475831580840100194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/science-behind-interpersonal-attraction.html' title='The Science Behind Interpersonal Attraction.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-9112813747107686211</id><published>2009-10-03T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:21:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and their Power over Men.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Entry has been sitting in my draft folder for ages. Thought i let it out. Enjoy. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Power over Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about women that makes us, men, wish we were Smarter, Richer, Better-Looking, Better-Dressed, Socially eloquent...etc ? (You get my drift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be a woman, Kindly skip this entry. This is not for you. Can someone please invent some "HTML' codings, that can temporarily block out female-readers? Haha..Gender verification code; anyone? Gosh, i feel so helpless. Nevermind. Please Pretend that you did'nt read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, let me ask you this question:"Let's say you meet this lady and wanted to date this person. But the person said that after 2 years, she would disappear from your life forever and there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could do about it. Would you still try and date this person?" Anyway, believe it or not, there did a survey on this and the results were pretty much...Predictable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95% of the women said 'No'while 89% of the men surveyed said 'Yes'.So what can be hypothesized from this survey? That women are far more serious about relationships while us men are just in it for the 'chase'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm...Okay before i start this potentially long post, i suggest that you go make yourself a cup of hot milo or go take a smoking break. I need one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YOU HAVE EXACTLY 5 MINUTES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before we start, let me explain that i am, by NO MEANS a dating/love expert...However, i have read and analysed tonnes of books, journals, articles in regards to this topic. .Whatever i am about to share with you are purely my own views as a Singaporean male living in Singapore, and by no means, am i asking you guys to take them word for word. Okay guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you pricks that think you are the smoothest cat in the alley, let me bring you back to mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Versus Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy..when a man looks affection&amp;shy;ately into his partner's eyes and says those magic words "I love you", he is probably not faking a genuine concern for her and her welfare. These signs are extreme&amp;shy;ly important to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it always true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genuine concern and will&amp;shy;ingness to invest are relatively meaningless, if the man has nothing but time and energy to offer. He must also have the ability to invest sufficiently; money-wise. Men who are sensitive, caring, and affectionate but who, in the eyes of their female partners, cannot provide an adequate material investment are likely to be discarded. The signs of emotional investment are important to most women, but unfortunately, not sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, im particularly talking about those matured women, not girls who are still very much into 5566, Powerpuff Girls and all that nonsense.. (Secondary school puppy-lovers please exit now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's stuff like these that inspires me work so bloody hard at my resort business and wonder if my best is ever good enough...No la, like you, i expect no pittance. It's not like i cry each time i see a couple holding hands as they stroll to their $1.4 mil Purple Larmbourgini, thinking how happy their life must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....you might say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No, Faiz.! Not all women are like that..not all of them are lecherous creatures who are out to swindle all your money at the very first date!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not what i meant, you self-righteous whoever-you-are ..im just saying that, in this expensive society that we live in (i paid $0.40 to use a 'public' toilet just now), how little is too little for a man to safely say that he is ready to take the plunge (into marriage)? ..Yes i know, there are women out there, even the very successful ones who don't give a freaking hoot whether their partners earns as much as they do; &lt;em&gt;as long&lt;/em&gt; as the sex is awesome.I'm &lt;em&gt;just kidding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let us be realistic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We Singaporean men, (remove our fathers' generation from the equation) jolly-well know that we simply can't expect to sustain a marriage on the basis of Love Alone. Even VR-man (our super-famous local superhero), has a day job doing sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clothing Experiment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A survey was done (yes, i don't fire blanks, it's all about the statistics) where they got random men and women to assess random pictures of models from the opposite sex (not the runway model kind, but ordinary looking people like you and i) in different clothings and asked to rate them from a scale of 1 to 10 on their level of attractiveness .They then reported how willing they would be to enter different types of relationships with people like the one in the picture--from coffee and conversation through dating, sexual relations, and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the models were dressed (if i could remember correctly):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high-status costume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; consisted of a white dress shirt with a designer tie, a navy blazer thrown over the left shoulder, and a Rolex wrist watch. Female models wore a white silk blouse,a navy blazer thrown over the left shoulder, and a woman's Rolex.To &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depict medium status&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, models wore an off-white shirt and khaki slacks. For low social status the models wore the uniform of a well-known hamburger chain. Male and female models were matched for physical attractiveness. Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men said they were very willing to have coffee and conversation with the prettiest model, and they were completely indifferent to how she was dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, however, were affected by how the men were dressed: they were more willing to have coffee and conversation with men who wore the blazer and Rolex. In rating models' acceptability as dates, the greatest difference between men and women was in the effects of the high-status costume. For women, the high-status costume made the homely model acceptable as a date, but he was not acceptable when he wore the fast-food uniform. Men, on the other hand, were not willing to date the homelier model in either costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, for women, the blazer and Rolex made the homely model more acceptable than the best-looking model in the fast-food uniform for all types of relationships. This was not true for men. Costumes did not affect men's ratings, but they did affect women's ratings. &lt;em&gt;(Haha...Thank God the female models were not made to wear nurse's uniforms, or something like that..cos the results would be very different otherwise.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, i wish to clarify that this survey was'nt done in a local Polytechnic or some random high-school. These subjects were matured working adults. So you see!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; How you dress is pretty important to the opposite sex! It's pretty clear that women see clean-cut guys as homely material, no matter how fugly they really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, apparently we can be as horny or fugly as we want, but hey, put on some crispy blue shirt and slap on that Rolex Oyster Perpetual (Real ones, not petaling street) and presto, you're marriage material!!&lt;br /&gt;Eat Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to own a Rolex but i don't need one to be viewed as marriage material. Seriously, this is why i freaking hate this kinda surveys, simply because it is useless and pointless and does'nt prove a point, really. And its actually pretty deragotary to both the sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like trying to pigeon-hole women as materialistic creatures and us men, as monsters that make decisions based on what their dicks tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-9112813747107686211?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9112813747107686211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=9112813747107686211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/9112813747107686211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/9112813747107686211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/10/women-and-their-power-over-men.html' title='Women and their Power over Men.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-4936585990276077636</id><published>2009-09-13T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:47:41.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations! You're officially the World's Worst Barista.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those of you who have been following my blogs for the longest of time, you would have probably realised by now that i rarely ever bitch about anyone or anything. Tonight i am going to make an exception. Cos im fucking pissed. Fucking fucking fucking pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am supposed to be doing my assignment on Ageism, but that can fucking wait. Cos im fucking fucking fucking pissed and i need a second outlet (the first being my Gf of course..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been a regular at Mac Cafe west coast park since its inception in 2003. I really like the place. Until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let me tell you why i am so fucking pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a fucking smile on my face, i went up to the Mac Cafe counter to place my order. Over at the register, i was 'greeted' by this lady who for some idiosyncratic reasons, only God knows what, behaved as if i was her long lost runaway groom!! Oh my GAwdddddddddddd you should have seen her expression! There was so much aversion on her face, it's fucking unreal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;World's Worst Service Staff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;" Yes...what you want?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Errr... MOCHA Frappe please.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Judging be her affronted countenance, I was pretty much sure she's convinced i was her runaway groom, and that i was destined to be stabbed to death in 5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World's Worst Service Staff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;" Having here ah??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Yess..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was getting annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World's Worst Service Staff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;" So you want CARAMEL Frappe??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Errr...no i want a MOCHA Frappe.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She was getting fucking annoyed, for some fuck-what reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World's Worst Service Staff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt; TWO DOLLAR SEVENTY CENTS.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I handed her FOUR DOLLARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World's Worst Service Staff:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Eh..it's FOUR DOLLARS SEVENTY CENTS LAA!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At this point, all i could do was to stare at here. I could have sworn i would have drag her ass across the counter by her collar, and completely muaythai-ed her ass IF she was a MALE staff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She took my seventy cents, and literally threw it into the register!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PUANINANEICHAUCHICKENNN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;" Eh hello.. your service fucked up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I continued to stare at her while she made my drink. She refused to pass the drink directly to me, and instead asked her collegue to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World's Worst Service Staff; &lt;em&gt;Runner-up&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Nahhh.."&lt;/em&gt; *slams my drink on the counter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What have i done to deserve this kind of service sia??? Don't like to serve others then go fucking work in a feather duster factory la!!! You know where else i can recommend you both?! The Zoo. Yes, the fucking zoo. No, not at the ticketing counter but right there at the back SCOOPING UP ELEPHANT SHIT. You can EMO ALL YOU WANT bcos the elephants won't give a fuck, as long as their pen is clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations.You're both officially the World's Worst Barista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-4936585990276077636?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4936585990276077636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=4936585990276077636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4936585990276077636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4936585990276077636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/congratulations-youre-officially-worlds.html' title='Congratulations! You&apos;re officially the World&apos;s Worst Barista.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-612140609881630164</id><published>2009-09-02T05:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:58:41.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy but Sooo True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry if this entry pisses you off but hey, try to understand that im in love here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway Darling, this one is for You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xxy8seOoR-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xxy8seOoR-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-612140609881630164?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/612140609881630164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=612140609881630164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/612140609881630164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/612140609881630164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheesy-but-sooo-true.html' title='Cheesy but Sooo True'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-2091642178250308461</id><published>2009-08-19T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:23:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I may sound like a poisoned frog, but atleast i'm being sincere here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqo9upU2RQs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-2091642178250308461?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2091642178250308461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=2091642178250308461&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2091642178250308461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2091642178250308461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-4290514654222869671</id><published>2009-08-17T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:08:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Up the Pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the long hiatus from blogging. Been &lt;em&gt;extregrousicantilanciously&lt;/em&gt; (reads: very very very very very very &lt;em&gt;to the power of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;1000000&lt;/em&gt;) busy. Busy with what? Busy with everything else but blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was at the Art House last Friday to catch my students' maiden stage performance! Oh my Gosh, they were like freaking amazing cannn??!! I am like superrr proud of all of you! Your months of practice completely paid off that night, and judging from the reactions of the sponsors, i can safely conclude that they were extremely proud to be a part of &lt;em&gt;Picking up the Pieces, The Musical.&lt;/em&gt; Kudo darlings. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SoldbHmVCwI/AAAAAAAAACM/NKtSbTy8R_s/s1600-h/5495_136456024313_607399313_3199174_8329568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926751093689090" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SoldbHmVCwI/AAAAAAAAACM/NKtSbTy8R_s/s400/5495_136456024313_607399313_3199174_8329568_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/Soldbk6wZHI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ods2oXFOmrE/s1600-h/5495_136456019313_607399313_3199173_723902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926758963995762" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/Soldbk6wZHI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ods2oXFOmrE/s400/5495_136456019313_607399313_3199173_723902_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SoldbyDrNUI/AAAAAAAAACc/gtNTFwN3UUM/s1600-h/5780_137609150819_608605819_3278282_2334166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926762491065666" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SoldbyDrNUI/AAAAAAAAACc/gtNTFwN3UUM/s400/5780_137609150819_608605819_3278282_2334166_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They are my students okayyy..so don't anyhow say. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; To the anonymous person who commented on my previous entry, asking who Fann was.. she is my girlfriend la kaypo. Now take a look at the second picture again, and you can spot this gorgeous person sitting with a bouquet of roses in her hands. Yes, that's her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-4290514654222869671?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4290514654222869671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=4290514654222869671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4290514654222869671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4290514654222869671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/08/art-house.html' title='Picking Up the Pieces.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SoldbHmVCwI/AAAAAAAAACM/NKtSbTy8R_s/s72-c/5495_136456024313_607399313_3199174_8329568_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-5604149643400466232</id><published>2009-08-11T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:32:22.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Orh gorgeous, I Love You! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-5604149643400466232?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5604149643400466232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=5604149643400466232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/5604149643400466232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/5604149643400466232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-6016399458843705020</id><published>2009-06-30T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:51:20.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shut up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>The Dogs are Barking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjvHrz_4K1U&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know if you can hear my neighbour's dogs barking in the background. It's a slap in the face i tell you. Haha!&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/7254768998355891622-6016399458843705020?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6016399458843705020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=6016399458843705020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/6016399458843705020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/6016399458843705020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/dogs-are-barking.html' title='The Dogs are Barking.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-1808395693067123041</id><published>2009-06-25T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:21:47.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effing awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lunchtime dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn6unSl-9X4&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-1808395693067123041?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1808395693067123041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=1808395693067123041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/1808395693067123041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/1808395693067123041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/effing-awesome.html' title='effing awesome'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-9010982643005685129</id><published>2009-06-22T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:04:22.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>nice song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jK7ojVSCxII&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/7254768998355891622-9010982643005685129?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9010982643005685129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=9010982643005685129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/9010982643005685129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/9010982643005685129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-i.html' title='nice song'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-4793285376904352271</id><published>2009-06-13T04:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:14:46.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music degree'/><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SjK1XpK8kEI/AAAAAAAAACE/GluVfiJz1Zo/s1600-h/song-chart-memes-music-degree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346535125435584578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SjK1XpK8kEI/AAAAAAAAACE/GluVfiJz1Zo/s400/song-chart-memes-music-degree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-4793285376904352271?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4793285376904352271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=4793285376904352271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4793285376904352271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4793285376904352271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SjK1XpK8kEI/AAAAAAAAACE/GluVfiJz1Zo/s72-c/song-chart-memes-music-degree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-4835948269664814125</id><published>2009-06-12T01:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:26:24.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>Heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The stars are looking exceptionally beautiful tonight. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-4835948269664814125?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4835948269664814125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=4835948269664814125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4835948269664814125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4835948269664814125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/heaven.html' title='Heaven.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-9175337198682839327</id><published>2009-06-07T02:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:52:43.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wakeupyourfuckingidea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreign workers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The MRT Sleeping Beauties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I fucking hate it when i see you fuckers behaving as if you were magically sedated by some imaginary anesthesist the moment you see a pregnant woman, an elderly, or someone &lt;em&gt;who clearly needs that seat that your ass is on &lt;/em&gt;more than you do, coming your way. Kanina want to act also don't know how to act. Who in the world goes from perfectly wide awake to a dead kangaroo in a matter of seconds? What amazes me more is your fucking ability to suddenly come back from the dead the moment the train reaches your intended station. Fucking self-centred MOFOS..i feel like kicking you unconcious there on the spot, so atleast you'll be more deserving of that seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Unappreciative Heartlanders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want you to imagine Singapore as a Third World Country. Jobs are scarce, and your children are not going to school because you simply could'nt afford the fees. You wanted to create a better life for you and your family so you decided to find work overseas. You arrived in a new country, and was immediately put to work. You are paid between $1.50 and $2.45 a day, forced to do the shittiest of jobs, and on top of that, had to endure the ridicule of having the locals hurling abuses at you on a daily basis. You are constantly missing your family, and despite all the hardships, you decided to sacrifice a little longer because you know that this is the only way out of poverty. For those of you fuckers who are guilty of treating our 'lower-class' foreign workers like pests: WELCOME TO THEIR WORLD.Stop behaving like as if YOU OWE THEM A LIVING. Just because they clean up after your mess does not automatically make them your slave. I am not asking you to embrace every Filipino, Indonesian, or Bangladeshi worker, the next time you see one. All i'm asking is that you treat them with a little more respect because afterall, they're the ones who are making your home/neighbourhood a little more livable for you, and your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-9175337198682839327?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9175337198682839327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=9175337198682839327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/9175337198682839327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/9175337198682839327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-4590503244538995943</id><published>2009-06-06T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:37:10.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skateboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william spencer'/><title type='text'>My Man, William Spencer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His style is so sick! I would looove to have a session with him. One Full-Day, that's all i'm asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFJScxC18xc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-4590503244538995943?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4590503244538995943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=4590503244538995943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4590503244538995943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/4590503244538995943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-man-william-spencer.html' title='My Man, William Spencer.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-2132501174210160905</id><published>2009-06-04T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:42:48.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had an amazing time. Thank You. Oh, and i think i owe 3 lovely ladies a nice 'Tom Yum' Dinner Treat. Call me to claim your prize. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-2132501174210160905?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2132501174210160905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=2132501174210160905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2132501174210160905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2132501174210160905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-amazing-time.html' title=''/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-5759441355161528279</id><published>2009-06-02T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:42:00.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>Stop making me Puke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you're reading this, i'm probably somewhere on a Rust-bucket doing my Reservist. I am so not looking forward to this because like most of you, i have better things to do. I am a rescue swimmer by vocation, and nothing kills me more than having to sit on that freaking uncomfortable chair, hours on end, waiting for someone to fall into the sea so i can do my freaking job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This post has been scheduled to appear on the 2nd of June, exactly at the stroke of midnight. Please send me an sms if it does'nt so i have a very good excuse to leap off my Observation-Chair (this is the correct term), jump into the water, and swim to the nearest Cybercafe to fix the problem. Any excuse is a good excuse actually, so please save me before i die of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I want to complain. I want to complain about People who Love to Complain (PLC). To be specific, i am talking about People who Love to Complain about Not Finding True Love (PLCNFTL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently,a &lt;em&gt;friend &lt;/em&gt;of a friend was referred to me by a &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; of a friend who knew that &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; of mine. He needed help. Apparently &lt;em&gt;that friend &lt;/em&gt;of a friend of mine knew that i've been reading alot on &lt;em&gt;Neil Strauss&lt;/em&gt;, and felt that i was the best person to seek help from. Reluctantly, i agreed. 3 days later we met for the first time at my &lt;em&gt;friend's&lt;/em&gt; place, and he was fashionably late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi! I'm your friend's friend. Thanks for agreeing to help."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was surprised to be honest. I was'nt expecting to meet someone so goodlooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"So what's your problem actually?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I already knew the answer, i just wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been out on dates with this girl..the problem is that she kept insisting that i pay for everything, and it is starting to get really irritating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't mind sharing, how did you guys met?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Err...Dating.Com."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Are you still dating her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And WHY??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Cos i already asked her to be my girlfriend.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And did she say yes to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's really hard not to judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you tried getting to know girls outside? At social events maybe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Err..No."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How long have it been?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"About 2 years."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whats stopping you then?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Work."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That was all i needed to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Dude, cancel your subscription to that site immediately. You don't need it, trust me. The only reason why she is asking you to pay all the time is because she thinks you're desperate and that you're willing to do anything to keep her. Are you desperate?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Maybe you're NOT desperate. You just APPEAR desperate, and girls can sense this. Go out more then. Meet more people. When it comes to finding that special someone, you have to put in that extra effort. She won't come to you if you don't go searching, and when i say search i don't mean google."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You see, this is the problem of most men, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; women. They assume that just as long as they're not ugly, someone will bound to be interested in them. This is when you're wrong. I've been to so many freaking sites, and i am totally disgusted by what i see. STOP FUCKING COMPLAINING that this guy, or that girl is not, or no longer interested in you. If you already knew that, then what's the use of whining?? Yeah, i understand that it's your site, and you can write whatever the hell you want, but seriously STOP FUCKING COMPLAINING and do something about it! You can write as many poems about how dissapointed you are, but that is not going to make that person you're eyeing/dreaming of to suddenly come to his/her senses and fall flat at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Life does'nt work that way &lt;em&gt;my friend.&lt;/em&gt; You have to put in the effort. You have to go that extra mile, to get what you really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-5759441355161528279?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5759441355161528279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=5759441355161528279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/5759441355161528279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/5759441355161528279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-making-me-puke.html' title='Stop making me Puke.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-1073846495425885321</id><published>2009-05-30T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:56:59.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onitsuka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>ONITSUKA TIGERS by Asics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check out my hot new purchases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGMPsZFI/AAAAAAAAABM/cPO5k-EEBw4/s1600-h/30052009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341298951241622610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGMPsZFI/AAAAAAAAABM/cPO5k-EEBw4/s400/30052009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGSLC7sI/AAAAAAAAABU/lDZnu8PSZK4/s1600-h/30052009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341298952832741058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGSLC7sI/AAAAAAAAABU/lDZnu8PSZK4/s400/30052009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGvzI9GI/AAAAAAAAABc/03hJBEr3ux8/s1600-h/30052009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341298960785536098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGvzI9GI/AAAAAAAAABc/03hJBEr3ux8/s400/30052009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbG9dAikI/AAAAAAAAABs/OvDJkbezAi8/s1600-h/30052009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341298964450806338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbG9dAikI/AAAAAAAAABs/OvDJkbezAi8/s400/30052009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buy a few pairs so you can wear a different color every other day to match your clothes/belt, and of course by doing so you're reducing the chances of exhausting the soles faster than you can say, &lt;em&gt;" I just bought those..."&lt;/em&gt; A pair costs around $125. Is it worth it? Yes, despite the fucking thin soles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS: Virsui. I did'nt know that you really wanted to go for Anna K's Ballet Performance at the Esplanade. Damn, cos I got 4 free tickets but gave them away...ahh so sorry!&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/7254768998355891622-1073846495425885321?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1073846495425885321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=1073846495425885321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/1073846495425885321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/1073846495425885321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/tigers-by-asics.html' title='ONITSUKA TIGERS by Asics'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75V-rvCZDgA/SiAbGMPsZFI/AAAAAAAAABM/cPO5k-EEBw4/s72-c/30052009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-6415871562440381254</id><published>2009-05-28T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:34:05.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tektonik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><title type='text'>Je Veux Te Voir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever the hell that means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't have the slightest idea of what she is actually singing about in this video. But honestly, who cares? There's &lt;em&gt;Sexy&lt;/em&gt;, there's &lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt;, and then there's &lt;em&gt;Yelle&lt;/em&gt;. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FsrN3qxX2Yw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS: Singyee. Let's go to that Sushi Place again.&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/7254768998355891622-6415871562440381254?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6415871562440381254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=6415871562440381254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/6415871562440381254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/6415871562440381254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/je-veux-te-voir.html' title='Je Veux Te Voir'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-2191705349996186855</id><published>2009-05-26T23:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:44:12.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dubai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jakarta'/><title type='text'>Mark this DATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Dr. _____ :&lt;/strong&gt; Thank You for believing, and entrusting me with this. I won't let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To L _ _ _ _ :&lt;/strong&gt; You can &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; quit that stinking Day job of Yours, and start packing. We are moving to a bigger brighter future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Myself:&lt;/strong&gt; Congrats. You worked hard, and never gave up. You totally deserve this. Finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Those who never believed in me:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank You. You've been my biggest source of motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye Corporate Rat-Race..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jakarta, KL, and Dubai...here i come.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-2191705349996186855?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2191705349996186855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=2191705349996186855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2191705349996186855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/2191705349996186855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/mark-this-date.html' title='Mark this DATE.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-7302781476326343951</id><published>2009-05-25T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:48:16.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today must be the hottest day ever. Our Ozone layer is screwed. I bet you already knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-7302781476326343951?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7302781476326343951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=7302781476326343951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/7302781476326343951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/7302781476326343951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-must-be-hottest-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-397279199835863733</id><published>2009-05-25T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:39:50.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jakarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As much as I'm excited about what lies ahead for us, I am NOT ready for Jakarta. I understand that this trip equates to having more doors opening our way. However, I have my other commitments, and i don't think it's right to leave everything behind just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-397279199835863733?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/397279199835863733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=397279199835863733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/397279199835863733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/397279199835863733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/chasing-dreams.html' title='Chasing Dreams.'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254768998355891622.post-395275835614404068</id><published>2009-05-24T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:40:54.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s-factor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin'/><title type='text'>Virgin Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi all welcome to my new and not-so-improved blog. What can you expect from this blog? Everything and Anything. I can finally say whatever the hell i want without the fear of losing my job. No students. No collegues. No google-me access. Anynomity. That is the true beauty of this Very Smelly Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So if you're looking for some Raw materials, this is the place to be. Forget about my other blog. That blog is getting too boring and predictable for my own liking. This new blog may stink, but atleast i get to say whatever the hell i want. Speaking of which, i absolutely hate that stupid show on channel 5. The S factor. Stupidity at its Greatest. Such derogative, untrue potrayal of Singaporean girls. If all the girls here are like those bimbos on the show, i will be the first to jump the fence, into Adam Lambert's Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254768998355891622-395275835614404068?l=verysmelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/feeds/395275835614404068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254768998355891622&amp;postID=395275835614404068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/395275835614404068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254768998355891622/posts/default/395275835614404068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verysmelly.blogspot.com/2009/05/virgin-entry.html' title='Virgin Entry'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
