<?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-7340780366928429</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:13:23.304+08:00</updated><category term='Nenek keropok'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-1731075549055425101</id><published>2009-08-30T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:27:52.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and lazy</title><content type='html'>I AM TOO LAZY TO BLOG PROPERLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening??&lt;br /&gt;. I've found out I lost 8kg sey!!&lt;br /&gt;. Fasting month is a breeze&lt;br /&gt;. I can't wait for RAYA&lt;br /&gt;. I still have a gazzillion things to do for RAYA&lt;br /&gt;. My cute and hot butt no longer hot! (those in denial, Go and die!)&lt;br /&gt;. I have started downloading Raya songs oredi! LOL&lt;br /&gt;. Geylang is totally full of floating caps and kening terkejots!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;. Baju raya this year is no different from other years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LAZY OREDI!!! BYE2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-1731075549055425101?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1731075549055425101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=1731075549055425101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1731075549055425101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1731075549055425101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/bored-and-lazy.html' title='bored and lazy'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-6367623275327626268</id><published>2009-08-23T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:50:14.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to eat at a sushi restaurant</title><content type='html'>Watch the video. Now you know what you should do, the next time you have sushi at japan! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruh0TJJopn8&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/ruh0TJJopn8&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma ma ma ma!!! OH toh toh toh!! LOLOLOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seriously so weird seh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-6367623275327626268?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6367623275327626268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=6367623275327626268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6367623275327626268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6367623275327626268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-video.html' title='How to eat at a sushi restaurant'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-1939292578335168453</id><published>2009-08-23T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:06:07.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late in publishing this. LOL</title><content type='html'>22/08/09&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF FASTING MONTH STARTED TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1stly, a colleague just found my URL! remind me not to gossip and put bad notes about any other colleagues. LOL!*&lt;br /&gt;**shocking news! That colleague claimed she googled up my name and found my blog URL. I googled up too, and OMG was I shocked. My whole life is googled up just by typing Nurnainna. LOL. It's every single thing! OMG!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, How did I do for my first day of Fasting? I did great only at times I forgot that it's fasting month, I cursed out loud and I almost drank water. Even worse, I keep thinking about what food I want to eat. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, me and mum were the only 2 who woke up for Sahur(breakfast). Awin had hers the day before. It was so quiet. And I had to force myself to eat because (i am sure everyone else too) it was too early for me to eat. I am not used to eating in the morning. Even if I am working in the morning too I won't be eating until 12pm. The funny part was, it has always been a routine that before leaving for work, I would always go to the kitchen and have a sip of water. And today, I almost did just that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to replace a colleague at 11-7 when it was supposed to be my OFF day! The team for 11-7 is really not my cup of tea to befriend with. Seriously. The only people I talked to was with Kelvin and Naf. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, upon reaching work, all the chinese, especially CC bastard. Tease us all. But, it doesn't matter. It's all a challenge. Have to be patient only. But most of the time they forgot that we were fasting so, that's an aexception. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, speaking of patience, there was a visitor just now who totally tested mine. He wanted to go up to visit the patient, as usual, our SOP is to ask where is he heading(ward, bed and patient's name). He said level 7, but he doesn't know the patient's bed number. So I asked for the patient's name to track where the guy is staying, and all he gave was, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Wong! W.O.N.G." He is staying in a 'royal suite' High class."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is he staying in Johns Hopkins sir?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I don't know lar! He said he's at level 7.!&lt;br /&gt;Me: do you know his full name?&lt;br /&gt;Him: *raise voice* I ONLY KNOW HIS NAME AS WONG.! PEOPLE CALL HIM DR WONG!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Search, found 5 WONGs at level 7* Which one? *named all WONGs.*&lt;br /&gt;Him: I gave you all you need to know you should find out for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Losing my patience* I can't possibly find him if you only provide the surname. There are millions of people with the same surname. If you can't provide me the full name, I can't allow you to go up. Why not you call him up?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I got no time! If I can't go up, I get into trouble, if that happens, I make sure you get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *whispers: DON'T MAKE YOU BLOODY PROBLEM BECOME MINE!* You wait arh!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calls in-charge*The whole commotion went on and on and on, him raising his voice, I felt like smacking his FUCKTARD face, and he kept repeating, "if I don't make it in time to pass this suit to him, I get in trouble, you get in trouble" Pointing his fat ugly crooked finger at me. In the end, I was right! The patient IS in Johns Hopkins and his name wasn't spelled wOng, but it was wAng! Then I looked at the guy straight in the eye and he dared not look me back. (Too embarrassed, kao peh kao bu there in the end he was at fault) He didnt even apologised. Stupid. He expected me to know who the guy he was looking for just by giving me the surname. Aiyah! Really sickening sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, despite the fasting month, we were still entitled for an hour break. So, I decided to sit at the pantry and read my book and listen to my mp3. The malay girls from the team 11-7pm came in a few minutes after me. In total for that team, there were 3 malays. Naf, one kakak tudong and 1 arrogant girl. This kakak tudong (muke sebijik cam makcik sialan sebelah bapak aku yg last tu!) She was total two-face! When she first came in, she was with the arrogant girl. Saw me, didn't even acknowledged. She was sitting directly opposite me, and didn't even talked to me. I didn't care at all. I had my book and my songs. I didn't need any interruption. Then, after Naf came back from praying, she came into the pantry and asked me why I was so far from the rest. That kakak tudong said "Eh Inna, u kat sini. tak perasan pulak. Sini lah join kiter"&lt;br /&gt;(read: Inna, you were here all along? I didn't noticed.Come join us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH! I was directly in front of her. My phone is not on silent and I was texting my bf then. It's not possible that she didn't hear the ringtone right! My reply to her was, "takpe lar. Tak minat lar." (read: It's ok. Not interested) After which, she kept wanting to make conversations with me. I totally ignored her lorh. Why bother? Confirm, she's the kind that talks behind people's back one. CONFIRM!&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/08/09&lt;br /&gt;Today is my off day. Just woke up. Awin and I decided to clean the house up. LOL! Am thinking of going tarawih. But I cant only make it on one weekend(every week). I'll be working mostly the afternoon shift and will be home quite late. Only on the last week of Puasa, I'm working 8-4. Hopefully I can go. I really feel like going tarawih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I just knew that during the month of Ramadhan, whatever good deed that we do, our pahala will be 7 times more then usual. WOW! I never knew. And, some say that when we are fasting, we are not supposed to dig our nose. My mum said that, that is not true. We can dig our nose but we are not suppose to put anything in our mouth. Anw, we are fasting because we have to feel what the poor and helpless feels going through days without food and water. So, how can digging nose got to do with us starving? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am still religion knowledge deprived. My knowledge about my own religion is about 3% only. Terok right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, TUTOR ME PLEASE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-1939292578335168453?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1939292578335168453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=1939292578335168453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1939292578335168453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1939292578335168453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-late-in-publishing-this-lol.html' title='A day late in publishing this. LOL'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7320630013281111317</id><published>2009-08-21T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:17:08.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work again...</title><content type='html'>Today is super tiring. As always, my dear darling colleagues will always have something to say about my dressing. J said I dressed like a maid, CC said I dressed like a magician, HT said I dressed like ring master. I said, combine together, I am a maid working part-time as a ring master doing magic tricks. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today Jerome action. He didn't speak to me. Instead we've been texting each other back and forth. Lame right J! Waste your money and mine too! But the irritating thing is, J said everyone keep saying we looked like an item.. -.-'' How narrow-minded can they be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today work was kinda shitty though. My shoe was too bitchy. It bit me and gave me blisters. I think it's a curse from Anna. She left that shoe behind and I chose to wear it today and my feet is super painful! Well, Anna has a very black heart what! She BUSUK PUNYA OLANG! LOL! I had to literally walk on toes.! painful and very stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I accompanied Sheila to do a little pre-raya shopping. She bought both her boys' shirts and pants and her hubby shoes. LOL. And today I so paiseh! I didn't buy anything for myself for lunch because I was low on cash. Liza die-die said she buy me a piece of epok2 at Take5. Wah damn paiseyh! I demanded that I didnt want. But she insisted.. Gosh *blush as red as Rudolf's nose* next week I treat u back K Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at work I got new person to disturb. Kelvin Low Chee Wee a.k.a Kiwi (he name himself. He shamelessly declared that i'm his SAYANG! Pls arh Chee, I don't want! Thanks for the offer though. I'll reconsider when/if I happen to be single some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, today, Shikin decided to wear Baju Kurung today, she said "respect bulan ramadhan". Not that I'm disrespectful or I very sialan, but I just find that pointless. Bulan ni baru nak step buat baik. Lain hari wah, isap rokok lar, g clubbing cam tkd pape lar, mengumpat sane sini. But, it's her choice lar kan. I have no say! Funny thing today was, everyone at work was super pathetic. Disturbed me like nobody's business. Since we will start fasting tommorrow, most of the dear colleagues keep teasing "inna, go wash eyes a lot, talk cock, touch2 guys here and there, eat all you want. Tml cannot oredi!" LOL! It's not the end of the world K! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I keep wondering, can I make it? Since last year I did not fast the whole month due to certain reasons. So, I fear I might not make it. But hopefully I can.! The biggest fear, flaring up to the stupid visitors! Confirm there'll be many people who's gonna be a bitch mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, when I reached home, my eldest sister was at home. SEBOK! LOL. Ever since she got married, her hobby is to stalk me at my twitter. Nothing better to do. Everytime after I twit something, confirm a few minutes later she will text me about the twit. Just this morning, when I twitted about the hungry ghost + puasa = confused, she decided to scare me. Such a lovely sister she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah Nothing else to say. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7320630013281111317?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7320630013281111317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7320630013281111317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7320630013281111317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7320630013281111317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-again.html' title='work again...'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-632728681785972841</id><published>2009-08-19T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:07:44.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work fun! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>URGH!!! PURE IRRIT-NESS!! My freaking Internet is giving me problem.. Or is it Twitter? I can't reply or even update my twitter. It's really sickening lar! But I doubt it's twitter's fault coz I can reply and update from work. Hmm. It MUST be the comp at home lar! IRRIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of work, I would like to wish Ah Gong(grandpa) Vincent, a HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY!!! LOL. It was funny, among the team, only me and Kai Sin knew, early in the morning while doing the VTS, I texted him wishing him a happy bdae and I suggested that I wanted to tell everyone about it and sing him a bdae song loudly! LOL! Lame and very childish. I know. It was just a joke. But this Uncle didn't want the rest to know. So, I kept my mouth shut. By the end of our shift, our head HR came to our group and was wishing him, then he blushed, everyone except me wished. Then the HR asked, why you so mean nvr wish him? Then I said, I wished him 7 hours ago. -.-' LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today is super fun, as always when the 11 o'clock shift come, I'm out of my seat and going around disturbing others. And today, I think I made an impression that I'm a flirt (which I strongly disagree). Because I went around disturbing Vin, J, CC and Kelvin. And only occassionally I went over to the other girls' counters to bother them and inject insults and criticisms into their thick skins! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I just realised that most of the people working there(including myself), when wearing the face mask, "we" can actually fool people to thinking that "we" have good looks, but when "we" take off the mask, OMG! it's totally not wat you imagined! Seriously. No kidding. So in conclusion, I think all news right, should not cover the eyes of the victims to keep their identity, but to actually censor the part starting from the tip of the nose. Confirm nobody can recognise one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I think I'm starting to love the chinese there. Hee.. My new "BFF" J. Chua, and Hui Dting!&lt;3 LOL! They're super cute and super fun. Will never go out of topics and jokes with them. Too bad our shifts are never going to be the same. Else my work life would be ultra superb. Gah! I don't know what to write already. I want to go bathe and go catch up on my sleep. Toodles now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-632728681785972841?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/632728681785972841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=632728681785972841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/632728681785972841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/632728681785972841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-fun-3-my-new.html' title='Work fun! &lt;3'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-2505379149246991616</id><published>2009-08-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:12:14.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from work and briyani shopping at Bugis! *LOL to Upi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is really a tiring day. I woke up damn early and had to dress for work. Today, my stupid colleagues said I looked like i'm going to do Yoga class! THANKS LOVELIES!! Yesterday, they said I looked like schoolgirl, wonder what tml's gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aunty kpochi commented I and Jerome looked like an item. Wah! No hor! Me and J are just BFF!! LOL! Jerome, if you actually found my URL and is reading this hor, you are not just gay lar. You are SUPER ULTRA GAY!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today, the whole day(starting from 12), I kept tormenting Jerome. He's super fun lar. And, thanks J, for saying I'm first pretty followed by the shay-la. LOL! *BLUSH2*.. Oh yes, this might sound old and not new (-.-)''  a colleague (not gonna mention names.) said that another colleague said I have a HOT ASS!! gah!! lololololololol I don't know if you noticed, but I blushed! I always do. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to get funner at work! Especially disturbing the chinese! I'm not being racist lar. But, I find the chinese at my workplace way better then the Malays there. GAH! Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, accompannied upi to Bugis to get his mom the Nasi Briyani she wanted. Ai cik, PM tkder ke nk beli nasi briyani jauh2? keke! After purchasing the nasi briyani, upi decided to grab some thing to eat. He decided to give me a treat jugak. So nice (: We shared a murtabak ayam and upi also had roti prata telor. And honestly, it was the first time I saw the roti prata and it was so big! As big as the murtabak. Thanks Upi btw, for treating me. Oh yes, saw Faiz too. Chet! da abg2 motor seyh. And, he looked and sounded like he was having his awkward moments. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, today marks the 4th month of my relationship.. YER! aru 4 bulan ajer! Can't wait am meeting BF in a lil while. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-2505379149246991616?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2505379149246991616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=2505379149246991616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2505379149246991616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2505379149246991616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-from-work-and-briyani-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7425393475440302956</id><published>2009-08-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:52:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 pm sharp!</title><content type='html'>Wah! It feels so good to be home when the sun is still shining bright. For the past 1 month, I have been working till late. This week, it's my turn to gloat and make my other colleagues "heart-pain" with me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, my colleagues will never fail to bid me goodbye (right in front of my face) at 4 and 7 o'clock. This week and next will be my turn to do that to them. Childish right. haha! But so far working here, i've grown closer to the chinese then the malays lar. The malays there are too makcik KPO lar. I've grown to despise those kinds already. I'll be my own makcik KPO during my own free time to my own trusted people. I don't go around spreading ludicrous remarks and rumours to just about anyone(not that i do that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, work is super slack. I went around every counter disturbing people. My favourite target; Jerome Chua Wei Jie. (J, i got ur name right oredi k!!) He's super gay lar. He have truckloads of girl friends and he listens to sappy songs. He memorises those sappy lyrics too! GAY!! LOL. But, he's super fun to be around. Non-stop laughter SIA! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's Hui Tin, she's super "kemarok" to learn malay. Everyday without fail, she would come to me and ask how to pronounce or say or what's the meaning of this word and how to spell.. Sometimes, it would get on my nerves lar. But most times, it's fun to tease her pronounciation. I love teasing chinese who are trying to learn malay. Try asking every chinese to pronounce "tangan" they confirm will pronounce it as "tan-gan" That's when I laugh out loud pointing straight in their faces. LOL! I swear I do that K. But after that I teach them lar the correct pronounciation... "Tongue+aunt(with a silent T)= tangan"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the chinese, I mix well with.... WAIT! I just realised I have more fun with the chinese then any malay colleagues there. Though during break time I'd be with the two makcik kecik(I forgot where I heard this from.) ; Sheila and Liza, but when working time, I'd go mix with the chinese. Wait!! I do have a good conversation with an indian (NO LAR NOT SHANTY PARIAH LAR). Sri Sangari. She's quite ok lar. Funny and she's not like Shanty.  But I'm not gonna risk it. I do not want to be close to her! Chinese people are funner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible Reasons :&lt;br /&gt;1. They don't gossip like makcik headquarters&lt;br /&gt;2. They won't betray you harshly like all makcik KPOs are bound to do.&lt;br /&gt;3. They barely smoke. An encouragement and motivation. (:&lt;br /&gt;4. They are lame but at the same time, matured-thinking. *as compared to the makcik KPOs.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever it is, I am enjoying every minute of this week. Though I have to wake up as early as 5.45 am every day for the next 5 days, I don't mind coz I will come straight home and catch up on sleep by 5-6 pm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, while on the train ride back home, I was planning on what to do when I reach home, I was listing down the possibilities, I listed : skipping, muscle toning, look up on healthy diets, study FTT, watch monday night laughs .... Then, it came to me.. BUAT PER BLAJA TOK FTT LAGI...!! KAN DA PASS!! I almost burst into laughters. GAH!! Too obsessed. I can't wait for 26th to come. Mom wants to give me some cash for my PDL. Of course I'll pay her back when I get my pay. *HUMSTOMYSELF* the wheels on the car go round and round, round and round, round and round. Blah3.. *SMILESFROMEARTOEAR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yes.. A reminder to all muslimins and muslimahs. Saturday is the start of our FASTING month K. The best time to do good deeds and lebihkan pahala. Memember(as elfie says), cannot put anything in our mouth, cannot say nasty things e.g. gossips, vulgarities. (confirm makcik KPOs and MINAHS at my workplace merane!) Niat kiter kene suci and ikhlas! I am so up for this year's puase! I can already feel the Raya feeling. OOOHHHH BESTNYER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, yesterday night, while I was downloading new songs into my Imesh, I decided to d/l raya songs as well. LOL! Semangat right. Wah! Can already imagine the busy times we're gonna have cleaning up the house, shifting here and there, clearing out useless things and WAH!! BESTLAR!! I still haven't decide yet what colour for my Raya outfit! Can't decide. Anw, this year, we'll miss out on the funnest part; baking the kuihs coz we're not making any kuih coz we are oven-deprived! So, sesape nk derma oven, sila lah ke rumah saya ye. TQ. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, time for excersizing(still not sure of the spelling). Toodles now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7425393475440302956?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7425393475440302956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7425393475440302956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7425393475440302956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7425393475440302956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-pm-sharp.html' title='4 pm sharp!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-5569896258551369962</id><published>2009-08-15T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:09:45.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC..</title><content type='html'>I skipped work again today. Haha I had too. My head was pounding too furiously. In the end, I tagged along with the rest to view my sister's new apartment. Elfie had the time of his life for the first 5 seconds as the place was empty and was echo-ey. Overall, her new house is not bad. Can't wait till it's all done up. I am so very sure I'm gonna irritate her and come every night and stay over just to piss her off! I don't mind sleeping on the cold floor!!WAKAKAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while they were still feeling2 the house, me, mum,dad and elfie went down to check if the doctor was opened. I had to go to the doctor to get an mc. But to our dissappointments, it was closed (what do you expect. Saturday what!). So, dad gave me money to buy the drink Anna wanted. While I was at the counter, I saw this very cute lollipop. It is really cute. I bought it for Elfie and he was too excited. I would post it up here but my blogger is having mental problems right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, in the morning today, my aunt called me up again offering me about the job at airport. I wanted to go, but my head was aching bad. So I had to miss it again. Sorry cik Siti. Next time i'll try to make it k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!! I am too bored. Gonna take my medicines and go to sleep now. Bye2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-5569896258551369962?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5569896258551369962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=5569896258551369962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5569896258551369962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5569896258551369962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/mc.html' title='MC..'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-40794826683750237</id><published>2009-08-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:04:15.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates on recent happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shanti is no longer working with TTSH anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, we heard the news from another colleague. Shanti texted her saying that she has been sacked already because she claims that Joyce said Shanti was rude to the in-charge. Blah3, all the commotion, she texted Kai Sin and said she will be starting work at SGH as a patients' service associate, paying her 1.3k. (ACTION LARH TU. PASAL GAJI KITER $7/HR) Blah3. Bagus jugak si pariah tu da takde pat tpt keje tu. Aman damai sikit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarah aqilah menang anugerah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K this is very random, but from the starting when she was on her audition I like her voice already and i'm so happy that she won (though it does not benefit me at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce called me this morning and she said that our pay is confirmed 1.4k. But not yet confirmed when start lar. Coz right now it's still 7 bux per hour mah. HAH! IN YOUR FACE PARIAH!! OUR PAY 100 BUX MORE THAN YOURS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have passed my FTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to BBDC early in the morning, to take my Final Theory Test. I was super nervous seh. Seriously...It felt like i'm taking my BTT all over again. I think BF was right. I can only pass when I go alone. Or in my theory, i can pass if the test is in the morning coz that's when i'm still awake. LOL whatever it is, I passed. Only thing left, Practices and Tp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Family building?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. My sis has her own home and a kid in tummy. hahaha!! (random no. 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I think it's time to sleep. Elfie is being irritating with his cute voice asking "nenek. storykan elfie bad(bed) story la!" hahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-40794826683750237?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/40794826683750237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=40794826683750237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/40794826683750237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/40794826683750237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-on-recent-happenings.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-4435362371172661108</id><published>2009-08-14T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:28:19.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging from work.. it's 9.27pm now.. 30 more minutes.. lalala.. so boring.. stupid visitors.. bodoh nyer orang2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.4k.. kene marah pon tkp oi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-4435362371172661108?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/4435362371172661108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=4435362371172661108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4435362371172661108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4435362371172661108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-blogging-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-4065857959451651636</id><published>2009-08-10T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:27:07.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWNS!!!</title><content type='html'>FUCK!!! I STUPIDLY DELETED THE WHOLE POST!! I WAS ALMOST DONE!!! DARN IT!! I HAVE TO START OVER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, yesterday was a super fantastic day because the fat pig pariah is not working! A peaceful and joyous day at work! WHOOHOO!!! And another good thing, I am paid double! I am working too today. Another double pay day. Yes!! I'm gonna be a rich bitch by end month! *wait! i just calculated, and it made no difference! pantat lar!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed the Singapore Idol and the NDP. Sucky, but at least I had fun at work. I managed to stupidify(memperbodohkan) a colleague, Wan, to taking the pledge. SEMANGAT-LY. LOL. Hilarious! I should have recorded the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of National Day, yesterday on the train ride home, there were too much red and white in there and I saw the goodie pack and it has a detacheable flap. What's that for? Like as if anyone would actually use it. Except for lame retarded people and stupid young kids lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, have you guys(those reading my blog) watched The Hangover? It's a must watch. Highly reccommended by me. Seriously. There was one part the whole theatre did not laugh at the joke and I LOL-ed so loud. Embarassing. It was the part where the bearded guy said "retard" as retard(with the re pronounced like &lt;u&gt;re&lt;/u&gt;sah). Come to think of it, it wasn't that funny! OMG! I'M SO LAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, the show was funny. I give it a 2 thumbs up! And if I had hands like Hritikh Roshan, then, it'd be 4 thumbs! LOL. im so mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!! I am so bored! Today, I am wearing my office wear. The only one that i have! I managed to rummage through my wardrobe and found some old clothes my sister left back home. Time to mix and match stuff! But come to think of it, It would feel and look funny me wearing office wear on a public holiday where everyone else is dressed up sloppy and effortless-ly. Oh well, then like that, i'd have an excuse to why other days I won't be wearing any office clothes.. wahaha! LAME lar aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Isabel, our HR, is totally ridiculous. Don't tell her I said this. But, seriously, I think she enjoys too much of her power and what she's able to do with it. So far, the only thing I heard her do is, hiring and firing people. Just yesterday, Hong Gee, was on MC. He was always on the good side lar. Then, this another fat pig (always comes to work with miniskirts and making our eyes bleed with her uber fat thighs) said she's sacking HG. Like wth! Then the other day, she sacked Noraini and Shikin. Coz she claimed that they weren't wearing mask while at the ushering station. When in fact the two just came back from break and was talking to the usher FOR A MASK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap lar this job. But, i have to stay for the money. And stay for 6 months so as not have to pay the penalty fee. 4 weeks' pay leh! sape nk bayar! GILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's time for me to get ready for work! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-4065857959451651636?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/4065857959451651636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=4065857959451651636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4065857959451651636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4065857959451651636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/yawns.html' title='YAWNS!!!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7167830985908492300</id><published>2009-08-08T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:27:18.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreplaceable.</title><content type='html'>This is really stupid but it did made me smile ar.. haha! watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0alEPs-8n6U&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/0alEPs-8n6U&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/7340780366928429-7167830985908492300?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7167830985908492300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7167830985908492300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7167830985908492300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7167830985908492300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/irreplaceable.html' title='Irreplaceable.'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-1463555145507575125</id><published>2009-08-07T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:42:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE PURE MAMA PARIAHS!!</title><content type='html'>This post is dissing that black fat pig mama pariah! I might sound racist but this racist remark is only meant to curse and swear that pundek mama!! No offence to other kelings and/or people yang terasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, I just want to say that i'll be working on National day!! It sucks to be working on a public holiday. And, secondly, my pay is in and I earn only 300+ for this month. Coz I work only for 10 days. Blah3. My pay is left with 100 dollars only... Sedih kan.. Baru kaya dah miskin balik... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, back to the mama pariah selalu belit2 story tu, i've worked here for almost a month already. And, frankly speaking, I am too lazy to make friends with anyone. People talk to me, I answer very friendly-ly. I go for my lunch break with random people everyday. Only the first 2 weeks of work, i went for my break with the people from my agency lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sometimes during that time, the pariah insisted to treat me. Even when I said don't need, she still insisted. So, mak aku slalu kater, rezeki takmo tolak. And furthermore, I demanded that she take the money I pay her back. But she don't want! Then, the other day, 7-11 was having promotion for pokka drinks 2 for 1.60 or something like that lar. So, this pariah wanted to buy the drink and asked me to take one. So i did and blah3, 2 days later, a colleague from a different agency told me that she heard from the keling pundek tu yang I always ask people to treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like WTF kan, I didn't ask her to treat me what! She's the one who insisted. So after I heard that, I didn't talk to her. And, as I said, I go to work, I didn't make a lot of friends. I prefer to be on my own. But this mama pundek, she think she popular lar. Coz the other day, I was seated at counter 6 and she was at counter 8. Then, most of the people were at her counter and none were at mine. So this pariah, she looked over, and give the "haha i have friends and you don't" kind of smile. I ignored lorh. Why should I bother. After break time i came back, she still give me that very pariah anggek smile. Then so, I went around ar and made friends. In the end, those who were gathered at her counter, most of them were already at mine chatting with me. Then baru si keling mamak tu nak sebok2 datang pat counter aku angkat tetek. "Inna, you go break already? Inna, come i help you chop the visitor's hands" Tu part tros aku kene kan dier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she always want to sit down and buat pantat dier besar kan, aku sound dier "I thought you only do the registering. You don't stand up and chop2 wat." dier jawap "nvm lar today i tired lar. I kena fuck oredi just now." then, aku jawap "u everyday oso kena scolded by visitor wat. wat makes today diff from any other day." Then, she went back to her counter and keep glancing at my counter where I am happily laughing away with the rest while she sit there quietly like a apple busuk yang dah hitam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, ytd I had to OT. Then at 10 when everyone had left, I was right behind them, a colleague turned and asked me to join them, so I did. Since, she just knew me, she asked me a lot of qns, like am I still schooling or not, how old am I, and all the normal things you ask lar. Then when I told her that i thought of taking up Psychology nxt year, everyone in the group started to get interested and keep asking me qns lar. Then that keling mama pariah keep wanting to steal the lime light lar. wahaha! Then in the end, on the train ride home, wah sikit peh baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when she wanna alight, I purposely said, "tommorrow payday already right, wah I can afford my own food lah. No need for anyone to give me a treat. Nanti ade je people talk behind my back." She just gave me a guilty smile and alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIAH PARIAH PARIAH PARIAH PARIAH PARIAH PARIAH PARIAH&lt;br /&gt;PUNDEK PUNDEK PUNDEK PUNDEK PUNDEK PUNDEK PUNDEK PUNDEK&lt;br /&gt;MAMA KELING MAMA KELING MAMA KELING MAMA KELING MAMA KELING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENYAMPAR AKU!! Because of her, I see other kelings also I dowan to befriend them! I really hate her lar! merepek! I used to hate Indians, frankly lar. But when i was in secoondary school, my 3 indian classmates totally changed my thoughts about indians. But now, this keling pariah proved that Indians can be very pundek-y!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, to all those who's commenting me on my cbox, please submit ur comments once only ok. Don't put my hopes up high thinking I have many people reading and commenting my blog. HAHA. press the "go" button once can already. Sometimes the cbox lag lar. :) And to that irritating PB, u're crap!! whoever u are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-1463555145507575125?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1463555145507575125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=1463555145507575125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1463555145507575125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1463555145507575125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/hate-pure-mama-pariahs.html' title='HATE PURE MAMA PARIAHS!!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-2127172951340811125</id><published>2009-08-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:29:52.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the time i am left with.</title><content type='html'>Right now, as i've blog previously, i am already a permanent staff at TTSH. And i am working every weekday and alternate weekends. Meaning, this week, i'll be working sat, next week i'll be working on sun only and the next sat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekdays and weekends are burnt! And to top it all of, my agency sucks big time! They said we'll be receiving our pay latest by next wednesday! wtf! and my pay bwk alik tk sampai 1k ok. ANW, I got a job offer recently, reccommendation by my aunt. I was told that the airport needs people and I've sent in my resume to them already and my aunt said I was short-listed. So, I am thinking of changing job but when I called up joyce to ask if it was possible to quit, she said if I wanna quit before committing for 6 months, I have to pay a penalty fee. How much you ask, it's a month's salary. Which is like 1k.. Bullshit right. It seriously is not stated in the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that they are doing now that is not stated in the contract. And the worsest thing ever is that, they didnt give us a duplicate copy of our contract. They said they would give it to us when they are free. F^&amp;*ing crappy. REGRET A LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am officially hating that keling mama pariah!! Seriously. It's not that I don't kenang her budi for treating me on some days, but it just feels she's taking advantage. Yesterday, we were paired to do the VTS. Supposed to take turns doing the registration and one to issue stickers and stamp the back of the visitors' hands to indicate they have registered. So, i let the fat pig do first, then half way through, she went to the toilet, she said "inna, you TAKE OVER arh. I wanna go toilet." *emphasize on the take over part. Meaning, take over till my break time.* It is to be that way. So, I sat and did the work. She came back from toilet, I was serving a visitor. She took the IC from me and said, "K i am back already, I do." RUDE MUCH!! I say arh, "I am halfway through. And you can stand and issue the stickers what" She issue unhappily and after the visitor go already, she said, "fuck you lah. You surfing net you say you wanna do." I wasnt mind you. I was doing my work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so unhappy, I pushed the chair and look at her and said "cibai!!" then, i went to another counter and helped. Then, she texted me asking what time i'm going for my break, I replied, "CIBAI" haha. Merepek lar dier. Then she wanna step I.C g2. Keep walking around and making phone calls as and when she wants, and just now, a visitor came to my counter and was raising his voice for no reason. Then she came and talked like mane peh besar. Then, she kena screamed at the visitor, then tolak pat aku. today, she step In charge! she go around "helping" people who have problem with visitor. So what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation:&lt;br /&gt;Apek : OI, I WANT TO GO TO 6A LAR! ICU ICU ICU (with very kiasu tone and loud voice)&lt;br /&gt;me : uncle, bed no. wat?&lt;br /&gt;Apek : AIYAH PA SE SAN (83) KAO PEH! (noisy)&lt;br /&gt;minahchi : Uncle, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Apek : WHAT PROBLEM!! EVERYDAY I COME MAH FAN HAVE TO REGISTER!! HAIYA!! WASTE TIME&lt;br /&gt;minahchi: yah i noe. procedure like this already.&lt;br /&gt;Apek : YA LA YA LA I KNOW LAR.. QUICK LAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time, I was all ready to issue him the sticker and stamping his hand. But the minahchi say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minahchi : call ward first ask can go up or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leceh kan. padahal da mmg bole naik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apek : EH CAN HURRY UP OR NOT!! MY WIFE IN ICU!!! &lt;br /&gt;minahchi : yes i understand but we have to check.&lt;br /&gt;APEK: MAH FAN AR YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;minahchi: inna, you handle lar. (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;Apek: (looks at minahchi) YOU FIRST TIME WORK HERE AR! ICU 3 PEOPLE CAN GO UP WAT! NURSE ASK ME TO COME WAT!&lt;br /&gt;minahchi: ok ok, i leave you to this girl here k uncle&lt;br /&gt;Apek : aiyah! stupid ar u!&lt;br /&gt;me: nah, uncle go up&lt;br /&gt;apek: TU KELING BANYAK SUSAH AR! (stomps off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed my ass off! hahaha PADAN MUKE KAO KELING..! NK STEP IN CHARGE LAGIK LA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-2127172951340811125?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2127172951340811125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=2127172951340811125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2127172951340811125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2127172951340811125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-time-i-am-left-with.html' title='Of the time i am left with.'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-1954061123430837698</id><published>2009-08-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:34:57.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding.</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging but am too tired. I just came back from my cousin's wedding at Kampong Melayu. Entertaining lorh. Got kuda kepang. Lots of married mats. 1 scary encounter la. The menurun-ed guy stared at me and I panicked. KENTAL KAN AKU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, start next week, I'm a confirmed permanent staff already and we are required to wear office wear.! MEREPEK. I only have 1 office wear outfit. Takkan nak pakai g2 ari2 kan.. Buat jadi uniform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Lar. Im too tired to blog much. GD NYT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-1954061123430837698?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1954061123430837698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=1954061123430837698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1954061123430837698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1954061123430837698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding.html' title='Wedding.'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-4549348480978828328</id><published>2009-07-28T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:08:19.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and random</title><content type='html'>I know i'm two days late on blogging about this, but who cares. I'm super bored at home and too sad to think of anything else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic for today is.. Liverpool VS. Singapore and of the new Hi-5.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. Liverpool VS. Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a real fan of soccer but, if I got the chance to watch it, i'll pretty much enjoy it and I know what's happening and why they get fouls,yellowcards, redcards and why they are given penalty kicks.(basic need-to-knows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other night, when I went over to my jiran's house, his family and us watched the game and I could only manage to watch the first half and the last 3 minutes of the game. Upi, Asrul and I went down for a little breather (them, not me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my opinion about the game, Singapore - loser and shame! HAHA! no offence. But it was obvious and expected that Singapore would lose. And from the first half, it was also obvious that Liverpool was just warming up, and just tiring Singapore players. The whole game, was like watching the two countries playing "monkey"* with Singapore being the monkey. *the game where you pass the ball to your team mates and the monkey have to try and catch the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I must give credit to Lionel Lewis. In my opinion, he's the best goalkeeper Singapore has. Really. And, there's no doubt that Fernando Torres is the best hot player Liverpool has. And, if you were watching the game too, did you see how easily Torres and Nemeth scored? I was totally amazed at how weak Singapore were. But, I must give credit to the defenders (I do not bother to know who) for trying hard to defend the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the game was pretty expected. And, this is worse then Singapore VS. Manchester U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. The new Hi-5.&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you reading my blog, watched the new hi-5? they've changed each and every cast of the show. And the new members are turning the used-to-be-my-favourite-show into the not-to-be-watched-ever-again show! They're so fake. Their smiles are super plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I used to like watching JupJup, but now... It's just so boring. the girl do not have a sweet voice like Kathleen's and she's so rough. It's like watching wrestling(exaggerating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the new Tim is Ok.. Hahah.. But my advice to all parents, DO NOT LET YOUR CHILDREN WATCH HI-5. They will grow up to be very boring. Even Elfie don't like watching hi-5. Let your children watch Playhouse Disney. They will grow up to be clever kids just like my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(promote nampak!!)&lt;br /&gt;But, if your child do grow up to be like Elfie, make sure you guys explain to them that urine is urine and not you-rine. My neighbours laughed their asses off yesterday coz Elfie said out loud "NAI, I WANT TO MY-RINE!!" LOLOLOLOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-4549348480978828328?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/4549348480978828328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=4549348480978828328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4549348480978828328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4549348480978828328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-and-random.html' title='bored and random'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-2148504871781701380</id><published>2009-07-27T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:20:16.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nenek keropok'/><title type='text'>it's time to update.. (:</title><content type='html'>Finally, time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with last week. I went out, watched Harry Potter and the half blood prince.. Not a good movie.. It's so anti-climax and kinda boring. Then, BF and I played games at arcadia again. He won me another toy and we played jackpot thingy that win you sweets instead of money. The irritating game (that explains the many2 sweets I have in my room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole of last week, I was at home rotting and excersising (Seriously, i forgot how to spell that word). *I just measured* I've proudly lost 4 cm- calves and 3 cm- thigh. Not bad ey. I skipped near a thousand a day, and lifted weight that don't even reach one KG with my foot 50 times per leg every 100 skip. Am thinking of going for a jog. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come saturday, which is two days ago, I was invited by my bf and friends to come to the pit at Pasir Ris park yer.. I won't elaborate much about it lar.. too sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to some even more serious issues. *This might be something passe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have all(those reading my blog) of you heard of the NENEK KEROPOK. Wah I tell you, she seems like a con person who just wants to get famous and rich. She's already in Berita Harian. And, hello, I am not action bagus or action berani K. I secretly fear all old people because they have scary hantu-like faces. No offence. But I just fear old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sidetrack* Once, I was at Bukit Panjang with my friends, we were chilling at his crib and he lives on the 10th story. At that time, it was already past Maghrib.I went to 7-11 at Greenridge mall alone coz the rest were too lazy to accompany. When I came back and got into the lift, an old lady suddenly appeared and came into the same lift also. And as you all know, old people tend to stand near the door so it's easier for them to get out right. So, this old lady, she had this very heavy breathing, like orang da nak mampus kind, and she kept turning back and smiling at me. She pressed 9th floor and mine was 10th. So, when she got out of the lift, she was walking so slowly.. When the lift door shut, she turned back and gave me a final very sinister kinda smile.. Seriously tak boleh tahan. My hair were on ends. And there was a bus incident also lar. Same also an old lady, keeps smiling and scary looking. Maybe Im paranoid. But whatever it is, I am afraid of old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to nenek keropok, from what I've heard, she's been going around carrying a Kak Pon (malay vampire) on her back selling keropoks from door to door. And what I heard, if you don't buy keropok from her, she would send her "assistant" to disturb you. And, so you think, better buy from her. You Silap. Nak beli keropok dier, ade minimum amount tau. $30. That's what I heard. Dier ketok duit orang jek. Unreasonable betol. Many people have experienced this nenk keropok issue before and it's pretty scary. Some people say she come in the morning, some say after maghrib, some even say in the wee hours of the night. But, come to think of it, who would actually open the door to anyone after midnight? And they tell us to lock our doors. Why? Would she shamelessly enter our homes without us inviting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm chatting with my friend who told me that he experienced it before at his aunt's house. That was before the nenek keropok got famous. He said, the nenek comes over and buat cerita sedih. She comes knocking on your door, and when you open, she would make a sad face, and asks you to buy her keropok, 1 for $5. Import dari [insertnegerisesukehatidier]. She then go on and say she's a weak old lady, who doesn't have any kids to support her and she have been going around the whole estate selling keropoks. But, no one sympathize her. Citer sedih kan. So, you fall into her trap, then when you agree to buy, she asks you to buy more. Sampai lar ke 6 packet. After which if you disagree, she would just say Ok, and leave and didn't even consider about the one packet you wanna buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after closing your door, weird things start to happen lar. She send her assistant to kacau you. Come to think of it, she's a person yang tk berterima kasih. Da bagos tu orang nk beli satu. At least ade jugak reski. And, she's a con. She sells keropok that looks like the normal keropok ikan or udang, but when you buy it, it actually smells so rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enuff about her lar. I know that I won't be opening the door to anyone at all. And, come maghrib, I'm shutting the door. Oh Oh Oh... and one more thing, the nenek keropok, she's very bongkok and her face is very very very droopy and lifeless kinda looking. So, tengok peephole dulu sebelom bukak pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;editted :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've re-did my blog layout. Trash I'd say. But... Who cares. At least i have all my pics up. But, this is just temporary I tell you, I'm working on all the pixelated pictures to make it way better.. chill yer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-2148504871781701380?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2148504871781701380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=2148504871781701380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2148504871781701380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2148504871781701380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-time-to-update.html' title='it&apos;s time to update.. (:'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-3616271852340683068</id><published>2009-07-26T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:11:30.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My post page something wrong!</title><content type='html'>Is it just my post page or did they do something to the post page?? It's different than the old one. I cant post up pictures anymore.. BAH!! I have to use photobucket for that then! HAIYAH!!! so mah fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, updates on yesterday soon.. Im too tired and too pissed off.. It started sweet and so nice but ended so freaking idiotic and worthless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-3616271852340683068?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/3616271852340683068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=3616271852340683068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3616271852340683068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3616271852340683068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-post-page-something-wrong.html' title='My post page something wrong!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-863603476043581911</id><published>2009-07-22T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:55:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just changed my blogskin and I wanna be as vain as can be and change all the girls' pictures to mine. But, I can't seem to find the source to change. I tried almost everything. Oh well, I'll check it out tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm dead beat tired. I did the household chores (yes I did ok.) I swept and mopped and cleaned the house up. I even skipped and did some toning afterward. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stil have yet to update about my weekends (it's for my own memoirs ler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk. Wanna go prepare myself to watch Ejen Cinta. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-863603476043581911?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/863603476043581911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=863603476043581911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/863603476043581911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/863603476043581911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-changed-my-blogskin-and-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-6923274295951379680</id><published>2009-07-22T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:50:33.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blogger is having problems leh.. the layout all songsang.. I can't update because it's confusing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-6923274295951379680?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6923274295951379680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=6923274295951379680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6923274295951379680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6923274295951379680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-blogger-is-having-problems-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7923329007208807159</id><published>2009-07-19T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:40:33.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels strange.....</title><content type='html'>It feels strange when a long lost friend suddenly came back into my life. It's a female friend. That made it even stranger. It's like the bond I had with her was super close. And I was pretty much devastated the last time when she kept rejecting our meet ups and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on her after many tries. And it's been a long time since we actually met and sat down and spoke or texted even. There's a lot of things i've missed out. And I was only filled in by other friends. I felt so rejected seyh. (chet da cam ape plak aku eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, she declared that I was her best friend, and she did that. PFFTTT!!! With friends like this, who needs enemies. But, I was surprised she added me at FB. I was pretty much over the moon. Ok, I sound so lesbian-y.. But the fact is that, she was the closest girl friend I ever had. And it's like she was always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt jealous for a split second when I browsed through her pictures and saw that she was out with the people she actually bad-mouthed about. I just don't get it lar. This feeling I'm having, it's a mixture of glad that she's actually talking to me, angry coz she left with no reason at all, and pretty confused as to why she is actually hanging out with the people she hated so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever it is, I'm not gonna waste my time figuring out this shit. Whatever lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7923329007208807159?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7923329007208807159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7923329007208807159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7923329007208807159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7923329007208807159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-feels-strange.html' title='It feels strange.....'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-8801823683880656514</id><published>2009-07-19T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:01:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random anger!</title><content type='html'>I ENVY PEOPLE WHO ARE MY AGE WHO CAN DRIVE ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr!! Stupid job. Because of the stupid briefing the other day, I had to cancel my FTT.. Kalo tak who knows I'm already beginning my pract already. I so wanna pass driving fast! It makes my life so much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-8801823683880656514?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/8801823683880656514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=8801823683880656514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8801823683880656514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8801823683880656514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-anger.html' title='random anger!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-5145589947029701542</id><published>2009-07-18T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:00:01.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long post!</title><content type='html'>As I updated yesterday, I am only free during the weekends as I am working during the weekdays. 11am-8pm is really a no-life timing. wake up so early and get off work reaching home so late. Then reach home, freshen up sleep and the cycle continues. I'd prefer the 6.30am - 2pm shift but I am so sure I can't wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past week, I have been told that our duty was to check all visitors' temperature just to make sure no one enters the Hospital with a fever and infecting the weaklings warded. They are sick enough as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF03IG4tBI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Zpr3f0hWqQ/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693521965593618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF03IG4tBI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Zpr3f0hWqQ/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF023iL1sI/AAAAAAAAALc/-DSt7BIxxKg/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693517516691138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF023iL1sI/AAAAAAAAALc/-DSt7BIxxKg/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my stupid face with the stupid mask. And, tell me now, do I look like chinese? Coz it irritates me everytime a chinese person comes up to me and speaks chinese. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF02gtx4NI/AAAAAAAAALU/v-3RFnKo0kc/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693511391305938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF02gtx4NI/AAAAAAAAALU/v-3RFnKo0kc/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first day, I was assigned to help out at the Linkbridge (what's that?) it's the bridge that links Novena Square to TTSH lorh. That day was the day I twitted like every minute. There was really nothing to do. There were 5 of us in total, and all were doing their own thing, made small talks with them but then blanked out afterward. So limited conversation. The whole time I was there, I played Sudoku on my phone and Rockband on my PSP. Only when the IC came then I pretend to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Linkbridge doesn't even have much visitors coming in. Most of the people walking in and out are the staffs and we do not need to screen the staffs. It was so boring lorh! But it was kinda cool playing with the thermal camera. I was like jakon like that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF02ayWVpI/AAAAAAAAALM/c-FyhdsP8xI/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693509799859858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF02ayWVpI/AAAAAAAAALM/c-FyhdsP8xI/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second day, I was assigned to do temp taking again, but at Basement 2 lobby B. There, I got my own desk.! AS IF! it was just a place to put the required items. Like security guard's booth like that. B2B is where all visitors with vehicle comes in to the Hospital. There, we had to screen their fever with the manual thermometer. The one you stick in the ear. There, a little bit funner as you meet all the step-hygienic-but-stupid people. The ear thermometer is used on everyone, I understand if they felt disgusted by it. But we have the probe or whatever the plastic casing thingy, that we change everytime after we took anyone's temp. So, there was this one tai-tai came and insisted she don't want her temp to be taken by that thermometer. Eventhough I changed the plastic thingy in front of her, after persuading her, then she say OK. Seow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There weren't a lot of visitors there either lar.&lt;br /&gt;This was what I did all the while I was working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF02LM8vBI/AAAAAAAAALE/RYGI2FLsjis/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693505616460818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF02LM8vBI/AAAAAAAAALE/RYGI2FLsjis/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't help it lar. Too boring. And I was stuck with a minahchi and 2 tai-tai wannabes. And honestly, I am so fed-up with that minahchi! She's so dependant. Everyday, without fail, she would text me and ask if I am going with her or not, even after I said that every morning, I prefer to go on my own. Then, every break time, she demands that we go together. She even sort of begged the IC to let her go the same timing as me. I hate clingy people ok! Im not saying im independant, coz I know I may not be sometimes. But this is too much! She even almost merajok with me coz I did not inform her I was going to the toilet!!!! -.-''' WADDAFARK!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF0fibQaaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YvZdEw0Q604/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693116713494946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF0fibQaaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YvZdEw0Q604/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last three days of the week, I went to Level 1. This place so much better. Ok, ok actually, we weren't assigned to go to this places ok, we chose ourselves. So the last 3days, I chose to go to level 1 as it has more work to do and the people there are better. And, another case bout the minahchi.. On the fourth day of work, she cannot tahan with the visitors coz they always end up scolding her. So while we were in the conference room, she said "If the IC say Level 1, I dont want, I cannot tahan with the visitors sial." then she ask me, where I wanna go, I said im going to level 1. Then she said, "same ar. I also. If the IC call out level 1 we quickly go arh.." -.-' minahchi minahchi... give me a break!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the first day, we were taught on the procedures, and it was quite easy. During visiting hours there's a lot of people. But, there were even more people during the non-visiting hours. That's when the problem starts. As the hospital is now a lot more stricter due to the H1N1, we were told to do strictly as they say. 2 people during visiting hours, no one is allowed up without valid reason. So, during non-visiting hours, that's when you can get a lot of laughs hearing the very stupid reasons visitors give to get to the wards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once had this visitor who demanded to go up to the ward to give the patient her fork and spoon. Where's the logic in that? I called up the nurse, and she yelled "where got.!! The patient sleeping lar!" See, nurses are very fucked up people. I won't blame them for their rudeness towards me as during this time, they will always get non-stop phone calls from the triage station which is at level 1 and B2. Both in total have 16 booths that HAVE to call up to check if we allow visitors up to the wards. So of course they get so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these 3 days are the most sickening days of the week. Not coz of work. Coz of the visitors. Im starting to love the work. I am always approached by chinese people and is ALWAYS mistaken for a chinese. Please lar. Cannot read my name tag ar? Ok maybe they think i'm multi-racially mixed. Eyes like chinese, name got Nur like malay but Nainna like Indian. (Sidetrack: speaking of which, I twittered I found someone who has the same name as me right. She was a pure Indian lady. And my colleagues saw that and they laughed their head off!! THANKS K!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there was this one time, an ah-pek came up to my counter to change his sticker coz he accidentally tore it. I asked for the ward and bed number and he immediately raised his voice at me. I gave him a WTF face and he got even angrier. LOL. I told him in chinese, I don't understand chinese, as I was a malay. And he went on and on about WTF I have no idea. My colleagues(who were chinese btw) purposely didnt bother to help coz they said I never came across such visitors and I was lucky. So they purposely just sit there and watched me suffer (which i wasnt.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in the end, Foo, a cisco guy, came and helped me out. Then he said, all the while the ah-pek was screaming, he was saying "What kind of chinese dont understand chinese. Dont pretend to be angmoh stupid people! Troublesome!" I laughed my ass off sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF0fT5irNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OT6s_IabZ5s/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359693112813989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF0fT5irNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OT6s_IabZ5s/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has been OK for the past 3 days. Entertaining. But, since yesterday, there is no longer a need to take the temperature of the visitors. So, visitors are required (it's a compulsory. Else they can't go through the security guards who are guarding the lifts) to wear a face mask if they are going up to the wards. So, people who are too slow to go to VTS(visitors' tracking system) stations, they have a new tasks. Ushering and check if the visitors are using their face masks properly or not. -.-'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MENYUMPAH SAK KEJE GITU.!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-5145589947029701542?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5145589947029701542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=5145589947029701542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5145589947029701542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5145589947029701542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-post.html' title='long post!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SmF03IG4tBI/AAAAAAAAALk/3Zpr3f0hWqQ/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-715453619260227017</id><published>2009-07-17T08:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:12:36.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to update during weekdays</title><content type='html'>I will only have time to update during the weekends now. -_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-715453619260227017?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/715453619260227017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=715453619260227017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/715453619260227017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/715453619260227017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-time-to-update-during-weekdays.html' title='no time to update during weekdays'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7082052324508130158</id><published>2009-07-12T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:38:23.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of nothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SlliHoroYFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZGOudiglwuk/s1600-h/ff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357421115052941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SlliHoroYFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZGOudiglwuk/s320/ff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys watched Definitely, Maybe? Yes, it's an old movie. But, just recently, I watched it with BF from his thumbdrive on my P. DVD player, it was a sweet movie lorh. But, ever thought yourself being in the guy's shoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a child, he/she wonders what's your past life like. Hmm, I was lying in bed yesterday and wondered how it would be like for me when I have a child in the future. How would I explain to him/her about the truckloads of guys i've dated. How mischievious, naughty, wild and very low-behaviour I was. Of course, you can lie your way through. But, some day he/she will find out also what! Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, if you guys were on twitter, you would probably had been very irritated with my non-stop updates. I had to wait for BF for 1.5 hour at CT Hall. So bored. But, everything turn out great, had late dinner at Marina Square, saw Jannah, but was too shy to go say Hi. BF was so angry at me. He said I didn't make sense. I saw a friend, but didn't approach her, but when I saw any of my friends who didn't approach me, I would complain. :P Watever lar u! After which, we played(actually BF) UFO catcher. He was so into it, he had wasted a lot of money on those stupid non-guarantee win machines! No matter where you are, ada machine tu je, nk main! At JP, at Iluma, at Marina Square, at X-Zone.. It doesn't matter where he is, if there's the UFO catcher, he's sure gonna play. Buang2 duit lar you. And he blamed it on me for demanding the piglet from the UFO cathcher at Iluma and made him addicted to it. -.-' Yes b, it's easier to blame others you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, daddy called and asked me to go home fast. So, had to cab home. LOL.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for the day, gonna have dinner with Athirah. Been a long time since I met that girl. Hehe. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I still have no idea where to go for Amin's birthday and where. Everyone except Irah(as always) is flat broke! Hmm.. I thought of watching Obsessed with Amin and Aisyah but it wont be fair for Irah, then I thought of watching the movie on thurs and go out to jalan2 on sat. But I doubt that's possible. Coz then it requires loads of money. Kalo nk go out on saturday ajer, then, it would be a normal day jek. GRRR... I dono!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nk g layan my nephew who thought urine was you-rine and thus he exclaimed to dad he wanted to my-rine! haha! IT'S funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7082052324508130158?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7082052324508130158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7082052324508130158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7082052324508130158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7082052324508130158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-nothing.html' title='Of nothing!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SlliHoroYFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZGOudiglwuk/s72-c/ff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-8723914184204371108</id><published>2009-07-11T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:52:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd entry- must watch</title><content type='html'>I saw this in a friend's blog and it's a must to watch this. It's irritating but super cute + funny.. watch3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab5IwgcJRiE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&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/ab5IwgcJRiE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sham WOOHOO"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-8723914184204371108?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/8723914184204371108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=8723914184204371108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8723914184204371108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8723914184204371108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-entry-must-watch.html' title='2nd entry- must watch'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-2259511415570830129</id><published>2009-07-11T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:22:47.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FTT biler?</title><content type='html'>Camane nk amek FTT!!! Duit dalam account tak ada! And i am only free on weekends. Just checked free slots and the only free slot for sat is 080809 ONLY. If I procrastinate further, that slot kene amek, makin lambat lar nk amek FTT. haiyah.. manyak leceh lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Job starts on Monday, seems like everyone else too is having the same shift as I am, 11-8 every weekday and weekends free! I can't really say I can't wait to start work, coz I really don't like the job scope. But I do feel excited coz I have a job, at least. Oh well, watev!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-2259511415570830129?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2259511415570830129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=2259511415570830129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2259511415570830129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2259511415570830129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/ftt-biler.html' title='FTT biler?'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-8777374523107070824</id><published>2009-07-10T09:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:55:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job, birthday, DOGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Firstly hor, I am very upset with the job I was given! 80% who attended the briefing yesterday too were cheated. Remember I was short-listed for a job at TTSH, Joyce said it was Administrative right.. WRONG!!! I reached there yesterday and was told we were all going to be TEMPERATURE TAKERS!!!! CCB!!! I was so upset I felt like leaving the room straight siak. But, i think they could read my mind or something coz they continued saying "since you've all signed a contract with us, u are to work for 3 months probation first ok. You cannot anyhow quit hor." WAHLAOWEY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told BF about my job and he was laughing non-stop he even called me temprature girl. Lu manyak jahat lar budak!! Takpe lar you, at least my pay is more then yours and I can work more hours then you and save up worry-free for our Renoir K!! You pelan-pelan kayoh jek ok!! HAR HAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made some casual talks with the people there and made a friend with one, named Shanty. She's staying at Clementi, so it's more convenient for me if she's working morning shift with me. Can cab there for free. She's paying mah.. *raise2 eyebrow*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this job very troublesome. You have to know what stickers to give, how many people can go up to the ward at one time, visiting hours what time, how to approach visitors nicely blah3. Very leceh I tell you. But, it's ok, i'll just do my best, work as much as possible to get money!! That's the priority here. With GSS on, I so need money. And Amin's birthday is in 2 day's time, Aisyah can't make it if we're going further then Jurong coz she's not feeling well. -.- So I contacted Amin and suggested celebrating his birthday by watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince come 16th July. But problem is, then Irah can't tag along as she's with Nadya and cinemas are so not a place for babies. So, I have no idea where to go for Amin's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356653610998493266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SlaoFBRg8FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rg0kmruuzkU/s320/LGOne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of birthday, I so can't wait for mine. Though it's still 3 months too early, I am hoping I get a Renoir from BF. HEEEE.. LG Renoir. It's 8 mega pixel camera is super good. I saw the phone already at one of the shops at JP. It's sleek and I am so in love with it. Tunggu lar da ada duit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, I officially hate dogs of any kind. Big, small, cute, hideous, fat, thin, long, short, hairy, naked! I was chased by one, while jogging and it sure as hell made me fear dogs more OK.. Although it was just a small dog, I so hate dogs coz of what happened to me during my NPCC years at Pulau Ubin. I was trapped in the middle of 2 huge ferocious dogs barking at each other. And they were actually going in circles with me in the middle! I was lucky enough they didn't bite me or anything. And I was almost over that fear when this stupid dog came barking and neverending barking and coming towards me. He was so close to my feet! Every move I made, he would bark and run to me as though I'm playing with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid owner was so relaxed about it. She said "Relax. The dog won't bite" Yah, I know, but he's barking like hell! Luckily Awin was there with me, she stood up for me and in the end, the lady took the dog away. After many failed attempts of making the dog listen to her. STUPID LADY!!! She was calling out the dog's name "maggie" but she's not even listening to her. The stupid dog keeps barking and was running to me, he came so close to my feet that I could feel his breath! *TRAUMA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all dogs, no matter what they are. nice, bad, obedient or ferocious, SHOULD ALWAYS be leashed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-8777374523107070824?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/8777374523107070824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=8777374523107070824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8777374523107070824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8777374523107070824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-birthday-dogs.html' title='Job, birthday, DOGS!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SlaoFBRg8FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rg0kmruuzkU/s72-c/LGOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-5507205278624685054</id><published>2009-07-09T09:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:22:33.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in love with keyboardists and violinists.. Seriously, check these videos out and you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life- rihanna ft T.I violin style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCk1sNodhuo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCk1sNodhuo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless- Kanye West Keyboard style!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KM04j6qG-Tg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KM04j6qG-Tg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/7340780366928429-5507205278624685054?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5507205278624685054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=5507205278624685054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5507205278624685054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5507205278624685054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-8702217322346830789</id><published>2009-07-08T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:00:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1stly, i'm starting work tommorrow at 3pm. Fuck! I have to cancel my FTT. Awin was&lt;br /&gt;"woohoo-ing" the moment I told her. She was hoping she could pass driving before me! Fuck, and now she can! the next available date for FTT August 3rd! But my account balance left with $3 so I can't book now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, watch this for a laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pas-T3SHAEU&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/Pas-T3SHAEU&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. see how IRRIT he is... Oh well, have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-8702217322346830789?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/8702217322346830789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=8702217322346830789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8702217322346830789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8702217322346830789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/1stly-im-starting-work-tommorrow-at-3pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7333625492922449677</id><published>2009-07-05T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:48:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Centre!</title><content type='html'>Urgh! Elfie just erased everything i've typed out! Damn you Elfie!! I've wrote half a page already, and I went to the toilet. I came out and saw everything being erased by the little rascal!&lt;br /&gt;GERAMNYA!!&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, mum left us all at home. She went to my aunt's house for.. I have no idea why. She left us with chores to do. And the little rascal too. So, today's task, clean up the whole house as though it's newly bought! Awin and I started cleaning in the afternoon, at 1. She was clearing her stuffs in her cupboard while I cleaned my room. Still clearing when I was sweeping the living room, still clearing and shifting when I was straightening up Elfie's toys. And she finally finished clearing up one side of the cupboard while I was teaching Elfie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, as twitted, I am proud of myself as I managed to make Elfie enjoy his learning session with me. It was fun. And he was so enthusiastic as I gave him a new ruler and 2 new pencils. We even played with cheap chops. The chops were useless. There was a huge blob of ink everytime we stamped the pages. It looked nothing like "Excellent", "Good" or "Very Good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I went to Science Centre yesterday and all the exhibits are mostly the same. The Da Vinci exhibition was a waste of money for me and BF coz we both totally found it pointless. LOL Stupidity! It was pretty obvious that Da Vinci is about art, but I didn't realised that it would be that boring. Just at the entrance, people were like appreciating art like mcm paham like that.! WTH. But the Mona Lisa painting was superbly beautiful. The ones that they reedit and maximised and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Science Centre was funner than the Da Vinci. 3 hours was obviously not enough. BF, we shall go again soon K. Since abah was kind enough to lend us the card from his company. When's Zoo pulak? Go visit your friends K u. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home early that night and Elfie spotted the chop on my hand and was sulking all the way (till today) coz I didn't bring him along. Too bad Elfie! And I showed him this video, makin lah dia bingit! LOL! Next time we go again K Elfie. I promise... (:&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video.. It's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOoCTbekJsw&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/JOoCTbekJsw&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/7340780366928429-7333625492922449677?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7333625492922449677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7333625492922449677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7333625492922449677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7333625492922449677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/science-centre.html' title='Science Centre!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7960336927425039133</id><published>2009-07-03T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:44:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elfie de MAGICIAN</title><content type='html'>Elfie is super irritating today. I intended to clean the house today but the moment I pick up 1 of his toys and put it in the container, he quickly took out for 3 others and threw it everywhere! He is such a pain-in-the-ass! While I was playing Awin's lappy, he was sitting behind me and "choke slammed" me. I twisted his arm, hoping he would cry and leave me alone, but, instead, he laughed out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with this kid today. He is super hyper and has been getting on everyone's nerves. Especially daddy. Kesian abah. But, apart from all that, Elfie can be the most entertaining person in the whole house, second to me that is. I have been doing silly "magic tricks" on him the past few days and today, he did one on me, a magic trick with a string he found lying around his room. He took it and came to me and hid it under his armpit. He said to me excitedly with his cheeky face, "Neynna, guess what! I got magic trick for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to explain in further detail of his trick and he said "This magic is gonna be so cool. Very awesome! My magic I doing it at my ketiak. You say alakazam alakasum" So I did just that, although I could see the string peeking from his armpit, I didn't spoil it as I wanna know what is he doing next. He made me close my eyes, he put the string on the table and with my eyes still closed, he said "See neynna, the string is behind your ear.It's just like magic (raising eyebrows)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Job Elfie! You've managed to entertain me yet again with your silliness. I wonder where he got that from..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7960336927425039133?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7960336927425039133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7960336927425039133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7960336927425039133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7960336927425039133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/elfie-de-magician.html' title='Elfie de MAGICIAN'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-6828439146522218187</id><published>2009-07-02T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:15:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD and JOB</title><content type='html'>Finally, I went back to Toa Payoh to collect my portable DVD player. It took me a week to "unlazy" myself to go. Luckily Shahrezuan ws able to accompany me today, else i'd be super bored throughout that whole 1 hr journey. Lucky for us too that the place wasn't packed. It took us only 10 minutes to wait till my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, finally (also) Joyce called me during mid-day. So, she's not down with the H1N1 or neither has she found a new candidate nor is she dead. LOL. She said I am starting work next thursday. She said, she'll mail me the details, I warned her to mail me latest by monday and she confidently said i'll mail you right away. And guess what, I came home, checked my mail, nope, no mail from her! Pissing me off!!! So unprofessional! GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darn! I just remembered! My FTT is next Thursday also. Hopefully it doesn't clash! I have yet to study for it. Hopefully I don't fail again. It frustrates me (more of jealous) to see or hear my other friends driving. I wanna be behind the wheels too!! LOL. Oh and girls, next outing, Amin drive us around OK. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't stop laughing at the joke I made at McD just now. Awin was ordering meal for Elfie and she spotted the cashier's name and told me. What a name for a person. "Wing on". It suddenly and spontaneously came to me. If he wants his wings to show, he'll just say his name. "WING ON!!" LOLOLOLOL I'm such a funny kid. Don;t you agree with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-6828439146522218187?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6828439146522218187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=6828439146522218187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6828439146522218187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6828439146522218187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/dvd-and-job.html' title='DVD and JOB'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-1027224200844015565</id><published>2009-07-01T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:43:45.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkrbPeM8CAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h3A-mj_VTy0/s1600-h/Transformers__Revenge_of_the_Fallen_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353332165935106050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkrbPeM8CAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h3A-mj_VTy0/s320/Transformers__Revenge_of_the_Fallen_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure by now, most of us have already watched this movie. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. For those who have not, go book the tix now!! I've watched it 2 days ago and it was super awesome. It was mind-blowing, mouth-gaping, eye-opening and full of suspense. I could hardly sit still in my seat. One reason is also because the movie was 2 hours long and my butt was aching already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for sure, megan fox was super hot. But, the fact that people told me she was a tranny spoiled everything. It was really disturbing everytime she does a sexy scene, all I could think is she's a tranny. But still, she's hot. BF couldn't control himself hor. GRR!&lt;br /&gt;Awin took Elfie out yesterday after work. Zudi went with her as well (ala-ala satu family lar tu.) Since the movie is 2 hours long, they came home at exactly 0030 hrs. As usual, Elfie comes home all excited. I was playing the computer and he came home exclaiming "NEYNNA!! NEYNNA!!! NAK TAU!! TADI ELFIE TINYOK CRITER TRANSFORMER!!! BEST SEYH!!"(Neynna!! Neynna!! Wanna know something? I've watched transformers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept going and going and going and even woke mum up to tell her wat happened. And today, he was still asleep when I woke up. So, while I was watching MTV Amplified, New Divide, ost for Transformer was on, from my mum's room, he ran out and exclaimed "NEYNNA!!! NI KAN LAGU TRANSFORMER!! AAH SEYH. SEMLAM ELFIE TINYOK!!"(Neynna!! Isn't this the song from transformers? yup! I've watched it yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited benar budak kecik nie. And speaking of Elfie, while I was typing this entry, he was lying on my mum's bed and stretching his legs, and I heard something rip, I turned to look at him and with a cheeky smile he said "seluar Elfie koyak." LOL!! And yesterday noon, while I was playing with him, he asked me to spin him around. So, I lifted him up, and spin. Then, he asked me to put him down. He ran towards the kitchen yelling "ELFIE NAK KENCING!" repeatedly until he reach the kitchen. While taking off his shorts, he suddenly said out loud, "OH OH!! NEYNNA, NENEK!!!" guess what, he peed on the kitchen floor. It was super funny. Then, he went all red and kept saying "I want to go kencing in the toilet tau. Tapi terkencing kat luar seyh. Elfie agat Elfie da tk tahan sey"(I wanted to go to the toilet and pee, but i peed outside. I think I can't control it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute pest he is. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the internet is being super irritating. It keeps disconnecting and reconnecting and disconnecting again. And sometimes, it reconnects to linksys, which is so weak. DAD!!! HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-1027224200844015565?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1027224200844015565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=1027224200844015565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1027224200844015565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1027224200844015565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-sure-by-now-most-of-us-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkrbPeM8CAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/h3A-mj_VTy0/s72-c/Transformers__Revenge_of_the_Fallen_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-6879706800121053114</id><published>2009-07-01T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:32:26.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty upset!</title><content type='html'>As twitted, I am pretty frustrated with Joyce. She's the person responsible for all the paperwork and dates for me to start working at TTSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a month ago to be exact, I was looking for a job in the papers and I was short-listed by this agency. BGC group. Joyce was the one who interviewed me and I don't know if it's her fault for the slow process or the hospital's. But, I was confirmed short-listed the day after the interview, but was called back 2 weeks after to sign a contract. That was last 2 weeks, before I went to Genting. Joyce said she would call me back as soon as I come back from my trip. And, she also said, I am starting the week after the trip, which is last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But up till today, I still have yet to receive a phone call from her. I tried calling her but her extension is busy. Two days ago, I sent her an e-mail telling her that I am already back from Genting and is still waiting for her call. She still have not replied to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to frustrate me so much! I feel like finding another job. But i've signed the contract already. My fault for that. Shouldn't have signed the contract if I knew this is going to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-6879706800121053114?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6879706800121053114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=6879706800121053114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6879706800121053114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6879706800121053114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-upset.html' title='Pretty upset!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-3645479603745366871</id><published>2009-06-28T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:12:09.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, my same-age-as-me uncle lives in a beautiful house at Pontian. Such a waste I didn't tag along with my family. All because of the stupid A&amp;amp;W deal I made with daddy. haha -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my BF is officially the most penakot-est guy and boyfriend i've ever met and have. HAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly, Awin's friend's pit yesterday was super boring. We went to East Coast park to her friend's pit to celebrate his birthday. Upon reaching, his family members were looking at me and Awin like we were from outer space. And his family is so full of minahreps and butch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way, me and Awin were self-entertaining ourselves. We shamelessly took the UNO card they had on the mat and played "snap". HAHA.  Awin has become addicted to that game eversince I recreated that game using poker cards. Since then, any card she sees that contain same colour or same number, she would suggest the game of snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the only tasty food they have there is the cake. But, I didn't like it though, coz it was a very creamy and thick chocolate. Not a fan! The mee goreng was quite tasteless, the bbq food was nice too. The drinks, wahlaowey. Tawar sungguh! I felt like cycling to 7-11 and buy a bottle of coke for myself. But, that'd be rude right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left home at 8 and took the bus back to Jurong. Such a boring day yesterday. Am going to watch Transformers 2 today.. SUPER WOOHOO!! But can I ask, is Megan Fox really a tranny? Coz if she is, it will spoil the whole transformers movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-3645479603745366871?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/3645479603745366871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=3645479603745366871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3645479603745366871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3645479603745366871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/firstly-my-same-age-as-me-uncle-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-3612093425751026657</id><published>2009-06-27T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:32:03.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR FALL!!</title><content type='html'>FIRSTLY, i'm already sick of all channels, websites, newspaper articles about Michael Jackson. I loved him yes, everyone does. But, it's just sickening. Puja2 tak abiz2. Biler hidop, sebot MJ jek, oh si paedophile tu? Da mati baru THE KING OF POP... Ape jek lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one show about him I loved a lot watching. His MOOLAHS.. Just a while ago, MTV showed how much he's worth, how many houses he has, how much each record sold is worth. WOW. He's paying his personal pet trainer $1M per year. How bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all not important. What's more important is that, i have a massive hairfall problem. I'm all alone at home today. My family went in Johor to visit my dad's brother. So, I was told to clean up the house. As usual, I had to pick up after Elfie. He never learns to keep his toys after playing. GRR!! So, after sweeping the living room, I straightened up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look, the floor will have a strand or two. Just last Tuesday, I swept my room. Today, after sweeping the whole room, i've swept strands of hairs that could make a toupee. Don't even get me started on the toilet. I always clog the drain of the bathtub. I have to manually unclog the drain which is full of my hair every 2 days. See how terrible my hair fall is. I'm thinking of changing my shampoo. Any suggestions between Dove or Herbal Essences.? Or any other reccommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my cough is getting worser and worser by the day. BF is sponsoring me to go to the doctor's come Monday. Hopefully it's nothing serious. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-3612093425751026657?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/3612093425751026657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=3612093425751026657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3612093425751026657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3612093425751026657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/hair-fall.html' title='HAIR FALL!!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7048420968919889133</id><published>2009-06-26T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:25:40.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farrah fawcett and Michael Jackson R.I.P</title><content type='html'>Im gonna surprise most of you and you guys are gonna say, "wth!! u so kental nainna!!" But, I totally have no idea who Farrah Fawcett is and what about her made an impact in people's lives. I googled her up and I was moved by her story. But still, it didn't mean anything to me. I was more devastated today when I signed in to my msn and MSN Today showed the latest news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Joseph Jackson, 1958-2009. Immediately, without hesitation, I clicked on the link. I was on the verge of tears reading bout his death. Micheal Jackson was my ultra favourite singer when I was younger. I would sit at one corner of my sisters' room and sing his song while playing with my dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite songs from him are "Earth song, Beat It (of course) and Billy Jean." There's one more song I can't recall the title. NVM. He really left an impact to the world. I LOVED YOU MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON!! (: Im sure right now, there are millions of people mourning for him. It's all too sudden if you ask me. Oh well, everyone has to die some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editted: Thanks irah for spotting that mistake.. haha! sesaper yg da bace nie entry. I think they had prolly laughed their ass off seyh... It was suppose to be mourning.. not moaning.. haha! can't imagine if someone is actually moaning for his death.. haha! dats so riddiculous. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7048420968919889133?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7048420968919889133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7048420968919889133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7048420968919889133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7048420968919889133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/farrah-fawcett-and-michael-jackson-rip.html' title='Farrah fawcett and Michael Jackson R.I.P'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-5420774115940046612</id><published>2009-06-25T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:21:14.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spotlight</title><content type='html'>Are you a man who loves and cherishes and cares for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true? Is that true? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a guard in a prison, maximum security?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that you? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we stay home all the time 'cause you want me to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that you? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I locked away, out of fear that I'd find someone elseIs that you?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like living under your spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Just because you think I might find somebody worthy&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like living under your spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you treat me right, you won't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a relationship, fulfilling your needs as well as mine&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that you? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just my sentence, am I doing time?&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that you? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;If this is love, real, real love, then I'm staying no doubt&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm just love's prisoner, then I'm busting out&lt;br /&gt;Is that you? Is that you? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you oughta be ashamed of yourself&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you think you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;Loving me, loving me, so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Baby, all I do is try&lt;br /&gt;To show you that you're my one and only guy&lt;br /&gt;No matter who may come along&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes cuz baby I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so the right song for what i'm feeling right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-5420774115940046612?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5420774115940046612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=5420774115940046612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5420774115940046612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5420774115940046612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/spotlight.html' title='spotlight'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-8876440625693887557</id><published>2009-06-24T12:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:54:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited entry bout genting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Firstly, just came back from Johore. Kakak decided to go in for A&amp;amp;W. HAHA. Didn't wanna come along, but was threatened by dad. And furthermore, if i don't go today, I have to go over to my dad's brother's house this sat. TAKPAYAH SUDAH... I surprised myself today. I didnt know i could eat a lot. I had A&amp;amp;W corny dog meal, a lil of elfie's nasi ayam, mum's yee mee, i bought sushi and I had auntie anne's pretzels. I was super full. Right now, I feel like puking at the sight of food. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here we go!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGvBMVUhQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OYRvrxRd6_o/s1600-h/genting+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350750267318240514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 226px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGvBMVUhQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OYRvrxRd6_o/s320/genting+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 19th June 2009, Sawal's family (except the eldest daughter and hubby) have booked tickets to Genting. It was the second time we went there. The thrill is not as much as the first time. Anyway, the day before, mum decided to make Pisang Goreng. So, mum asked me to go buy colouring. While at JP with BF, we bumped into Awin. We made our way to the Fairprice. Mum said specifically, "Adik, belikan colouring kuning k" and Awin, decided to get blue. She said why not try other colours. Experiment. So, mum made her blue pisang goreng. It looks so yucky, but it's actually the same. HAHA. So, on the day of the trip, we had to wake up at 5 am as we had to reach Boon Lay Shopping Centre at 7 am. I was super sleepy. Elfie watched rugrats while waiting for us to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuVExNGLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tDnlGwkNEkI/s1600-h/genting1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350749509373466802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 245px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuVExNGLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tDnlGwkNEkI/s320/genting1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had breakfast at BLSC. Elfie fell asleep in the cab otw there, when we reached BLSC, he thought we're already at Genting. So I and Awin decided to fool him. He asked where our hotel rooms were and I said it's the shops upstairs. It's not yet opened because there's no one yet. Then he asked where's the rides, Awin said they tore it down already, as it was too dangerous. Then he said "Ala, gini Elfie nak balik lah. Boring je" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30, when we made our way to the bus, Elfie excitedly exclaimed "HAH!! Kan Elfie da tahu, ni bukan Genting. Mami ngn Nainna tipu seyh" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuU0mOvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5JFFzZG23sM/s1600-h/genting+1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350749505032469570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 303px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuU0mOvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5JFFzZG23sM/s320/genting+1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuUgOCvnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qet4b29DMXQ/s1600-h/genting+1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350749499562311282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuUgOCvnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qet4b29DMXQ/s320/genting+1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the bus, I didn't take a lot of photos as I was super sleepy and I was more focused on reading my book. I rate Jodi Picoult's "My Sister's Keeper" 7/10. It's a very touching and sad book. I love it. I actually cried reading the book. Can you believe it? I highly reccommend it. As soon as we reached Yong Peng, my mum, dad and elfie were starving. So my mum bought their nasi goreng and we bought mee soto for Elfie. As for me and Awin, we bought Hannah Montana the movie to keep us occupied throughout the journey. But sadly, her laptop lasted for 20 mins only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGskI51GvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5idDYGA-q_o/s1600-h/genting+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350747569158167282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 184px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGskI51GvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5idDYGA-q_o/s320/genting+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We reached Genting at exactly 1430. We were supposed to check-in to the hotel at 1500hrs. But because there were so many people there, we were checked-in at 1600hr. So, while waiting, we camwhored a little. Mostly it's Awin and Elfie. I wasn't in the mood of taking a photo of myself. I'd rather be the photographer. While waiting, Awin bought macarroni and cheese from Kenny Roger's. It wasnt that bad. There was a fondue selling near the waiting area and Awin and I decided to buy one for us. But, it was so dissappointing. It froze the minute we went outside, due to the cold weather there. SAD! After which, I asked Elfie to be my model, I took photos of him high and low. He even merajok with me because I asked Awin to model for the jump shot. What a sissy he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsj7lWvuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pj-VawZjPBg/s1600-h/genting+1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350747565582630626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 235px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsj7lWvuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Pj-VawZjPBg/s320/genting+1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally got out keys and made our way up. We got two separate rooms. ((: Awin and I shared a room while mum and dad shared another room. We left Elfie in the hallway. HAH! Just kidding. He comes into any room as and when he wants to. But he loves being in our room cos' coincidentally, when he is in our room, the TV will show cartoons from Nickelodeon. There was Jimmy Neutron and Spongebob. But it was all in malay. As soon as we reached our room, we left our stuffs there and left for the rides. We spent the first day at the indoor theme park. But my stupidity got the best of me. I left the camera with my mum and dad while me, awin and elfie went on the rides. The stupid thing was, mum and dad were too tired to follow us around so they were sitting one corner while we were running around everywhere going on rides. And we didnt manage to get any pictures. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, we didn't go on many rides. Awin and Elfie went on the Merry-go-round, then we went on the indoor ferris wheel, then we went on the reindeer ride. Me and Awin realised something. As we both grow older, we are both becoming more coward. We're both afraid of heights. I've never been afraid of heights before. But when we rode on the ferris wheel and the reindeer ride, I was shaking. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsjvsDV2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0nrlvUxC4LQ/s1600-h/genting1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350747562389493602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 235px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsjvsDV2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0nrlvUxC4LQ/s320/genting1.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't go on a lot of rides because after the reindeer ride, Elfie was sleepy already. So we went back to the room. We bought dinner and hanged around mum's room. Initially, dad wanted to bring me to the casino. But, sadly, i'm underaged. 21 yrs and above only. OH DANG!! So at about 2130, me and Awin decided to go around Genting together. We wanted to go into the bar but we weren't in proper attire. No slippers allowed. We were too lazy to go up to our rooms and changed so we just dropped the idea. Then, we went to do a wax sculpture of my hand. The salesmen were pretty friendly. Too friendly I must say. They asked us to hang out with them. Awin sounded like she wanted to, but I said No way!! You never know what they have in mind. NO NO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the haunted house! Not so scary. But the sound effects that made me jump. We went up with four other guys. Malaysians I suppose. Upon reaching inside, I shamelessly grabbed hold of one of the guys' hand. Embarrassing much! After that, I decided to take photos outside where there are nicer scenery. But, I was wrong. It was super dark outside that I could make a horror film.It was so quiet, there was no one around and it was freaking spooky. But the air was fresh though. Awin and I wandered till Theme Park Hotel, then back to First World Hotel, then we went to the carpark up at the houses. We were practically having a morning walk. HAHA. Then after much walking and all, we had supper at Marry Brown. Then made way back to our hotel. By 3, we were in LALA land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsjS1EkDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TRZYJDkiW40/s1600-h/genting+1.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350747554642694194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 181px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsjS1EkDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TRZYJDkiW40/s320/genting+1.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, initial plan, have breakfast, play a little at the outdoor theme park then go to KL. Everything went fine, until KL trip. We went back as soon as we reached. Due to a misunderstanding my dad and sis had. No need for elaboration I guess, what's done is done. But a good thing, my dad and sis gave me 200 in total for compensation as they've ruined my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we reached back at our hotel, we freshen up and went back in the theme park. There, we met another few friendly pple. The people at the amusement park. Awin, me and Elfie played the game where we had to shoot a ball into a hole and will win a plush toy. We wasted about RM50-60 just for that game. It was fun as the person taking care of it is super friendly and the game is really challenging. In the end, Elfie and I managed to win a small tiger each but Elfie took both. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsjWRPT2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/-wilQ6N3PRY/s1600-h/elfie%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350747555566145378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 265px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGsjWRPT2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/-wilQ6N3PRY/s320/elfie%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that game, we made Elfie play this one ride. It's like the space shooter, but kiddy's ride. Elfie was pretty happy when he first sat on the seat. As seen in the first pic. He was still pretty happy when the thing brought him up. He had no idea that the thing will bounce up and down, hence the third pic. He was the only kid on the ride that was so scared that he shouted for his mum!HAHA super hilarious! The others (all girls) were smiling and laughing happily. The person in charge had to stop the ride halfway just coz Elfie was screaming. -.-'''!! Buat malu lar Elfie nie.&lt;br /&gt;Tu pon ader hati ajak aku ngn awin naik yg adult nyer space shooter.! piiidaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350749491842339570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuUDddUvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Rd2gZVEa_dM/s320/genting+lar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While mum and dad took Elfie to another kiddy ride, dad suggested that Awin and I go on the viking. I was up for it, Awin was having 2nd, 3rd, forth thoughts. As soon as we were on the viking, I made a bet. I said, whoever shouts, have to blanje makan. The minute the ride started, i took back the bet. I was screaming so loudly that I think the Apek in front can go deaf! :P ma bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs were like jelly, my hands were frozen. Haha! kedi seyh! :P After that ride, Awin became a coward. She decided not to go on the space shooter, she didn't want to go on the superman coaster, not even a slow roller coaster. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make my trip worthehile, I decided to torture Elfie.. Actually, it was me torturing Elfie and Awin. We went on the spinning ribena cup. I spin the wheel so fast that Elfie's eyes looked like the Jackpot machine. HAHA!! We didn't take a lot of photos also because the battery was flat. ): So after all that, we went back to the room. I fell asleep the moment i rested my head on the pillow. Such a waste when I could spend that last day going to the bar or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Elfie wanted to ride the gondola at the indoor theme park from day 1. But till the very last day, he never got on to the ride.. All because of ME!! Haha. Sorry Elfie, but it was totally super boring. Just like the Ferris wheel. You'll get really bored. Trust me on this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350749497318541826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 160px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGuUX3FigI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RBHk4aBzzNQ/s320/genting+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, the last day of the vacation. We had to be checked out by 1200hr. Awin and I woke up at 10 am. Mum, dad and Elfie went to get us our breakfast while we started cleaning up our messy room. It was such a sunny day that day. So sunny that it felt like I was in Singapore already. Till this minute, I feel that the trip toGenting is a waste if we don't ride the space shooter. Guess I'll just have to wait till the next time we go there with the b-i-l. Hopefully no one bail on the idea next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back felt longer than the journey going. We reached SG at exactly 2230hrs. Kakak and hubby came to fetch us home and we all had to squeeze in the small car. ABAH!! BUY BIGGER CAR K.. You never know when the family will be expanding...&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-8876440625693887557?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/8876440625693887557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=8876440625693887557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8876440625693887557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/8876440625693887557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-awaited-entry-bout-genting.html' title='Long awaited entry bout genting!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkGvBMVUhQI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OYRvrxRd6_o/s72-c/genting+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-676488018335425585</id><published>2009-06-23T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:52:44.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkC-rnMctwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tr9soCZUiOA/s1600-h/DragMeToHell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350486013780997890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkC-rnMctwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tr9soCZUiOA/s320/DragMeToHell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, spent my day with Shah. We went to Bugis's newest mall (I forgot the name of the place), and caught Drag me to hell. It's seriously a must watch! 10 out of 10 popcorns for that. And if you are as lemah semangat like my BF and eldest sister, do bring along an MP3 player (like what Nas suggested to me). Coz' really, it will be very useful. The show is super disgusting, gory, full of suspense, it beats "My Bloody Valentine" totally. And, I'm so waiting for the newest The Final Destination to release. Better yet to be in 3D.. Coz we saw the trailer before the movie starts, and it was a must watch. And, if you haven't yet caught a movie at Filmgarde at the Bugis mall, it's OK. Comfortable, but there's no couple seat though. And Shahrezuan was totally a pengecot ytd. HAHA. Kalah kan I la u! hehee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350485765008764098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkC-dIchrMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bOC_KMVVaIU/s320/DSC00008%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, before the movie, we went to the arcade and I had been eyeing on the UFO Catcher that has piglet in it. I don't know why but I like piglet a lot, that Elfie too is infected with this obsession. HAHA. So, while we were waiting for the movie to start, BF was mentally thinking of a way to win that, since the last time we were there, he didn't manage to get the piglet for me and I was pretty much devastated. (: Yesterday, with only two tries, he managed to win me the Piggy.. WEEEEE... I was so happy, I didn't know what to say. All the 30 mins, I was just smiling. BF too was pretty happy he managed to win me the toy. HEE.. Thank you dear!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the movie, we went to West Coast Park and met the rest of his friends. Had dinner and jokes. But, most of the time, if we hang out with the rest, their topics are mostly about old schoolmates, I feel so left out. But it's OK. I think it'd be temporary only. Hopefully. Ibrahim drove us all home. I so can't wait for me to pass driving. Dear God.. Help me please!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FTT in two weeks.. Wish me luck OK.. (: 090709.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw, have any of you heard about 2012? I heard that's a real story about scientist and researchers finding out the end of the world will be on the 20/12/2012. Super scary if you ask me. And BF said that he had looked it up in the net and found many articles about it. He even said there's a video in youtube. I dare not watch. I'm too afraid of the truth. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-676488018335425585?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/676488018335425585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=676488018335425585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/676488018335425585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/676488018335425585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-spent-my-day-with-shah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/SkC-rnMctwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tr9soCZUiOA/s72-c/DragMeToHell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-4187628204204795268</id><published>2009-06-23T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:02:25.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DAD SEBOK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My dad is always using the comp. I have just finished editting the pics. I cant update it todae. SORRY... wait till my dad is not around to bother me while playing the comp den i update ok.. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-4187628204204795268?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/4187628204204795268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=4187628204204795268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4187628204204795268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/4187628204204795268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dad-sebok.html' title='MY DAD SEBOK!!!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-3294286752918404738</id><published>2009-06-22T12:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:46:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pix.. For now</title><content type='html'>As said, I'm updating about my vacation today, but i'm only left with 30 mins before I go out. So, you have to wait for tommorrow for updates. But, for now, let me just post up pictures from the vacation.All my favourite pix ok.Not much though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8KFQQY-wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dw0MJWBlC-g/s1600-h/DSC07416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350005967718775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8KFQQY-wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dw0MJWBlC-g/s320/DSC07416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8J5nSGx_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/conRQbgTyQM/s1600-h/DSC07672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350005767741556722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8J5nSGx_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/conRQbgTyQM/s320/DSC07672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8I264Yp0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lJnG8KPgytg/s1600-h/DSC07747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350004621951149890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8I264Yp0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/lJnG8KPgytg/s320/DSC07747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8IfOzSvRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C-z6aaM2hRE/s1600-h/DSC07787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350004214981639442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8IfOzSvRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C-z6aaM2hRE/s320/DSC07787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But here's my most favouritest pictures of all.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008005353825554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8L73CcZRI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zqvui-KKR44/s320/DSC07630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-3294286752918404738?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/3294286752918404738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=3294286752918404738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3294286752918404738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/3294286752918404738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/pix-for-now.html' title='Pix.. For now'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hu9cmA4ei1k/Sj8KFQQY-wI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Dw0MJWBlC-g/s72-c/DSC07416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-2860551572888814868</id><published>2009-06-18T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:03:52.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heeee!!!</title><content type='html'>I so can't wait for 0600 to come. Gonna wake up and get ready to go to GENTING!! too bad kakak and my B-I-L can't come. *AWWWWWW. And I'm so pissed! I can't transfer the pix i took ytd!! the stupid mmc adaptor pon not working!!! Damn u anna!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-2860551572888814868?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/2860551572888814868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=2860551572888814868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2860551572888814868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/2860551572888814868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/heeee.html' title='heeee!!!'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-7213207709548499256</id><published>2009-06-18T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:33:48.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day.</title><content type='html'>As twitted, Im leaving for Genting tml morning. Can't wait. But, the company.. hmm.. Belom lagik pergi dah banyak complain da satu2... MENDAK ARH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went out with Shah and spent the whole day with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sis came home before i left. And she brought along her RAVEN to lend us for the Genting trip. So, i took the opportunity to borrow it for the day. Haha... (: In the end, it wasnt me who had fun with it hor. Shah was the one enjoying it. Takpe lar. I have 3 whole days to play with it. Then Shah taik, he said my skills kental. Like yours very proffessional like that.. Mengamok seyh. But whatever u say won't make me change my mind about buying myself a cam ok baby!! A LOUD HMPH TO U!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am supposed to reach his void deck by 1, but i left house at 1. Reached his voiddeck at 1.30 haha! In the end, he just woke up. So, i went up and waited for him to finish mandi and siap2. Wah lao eh... Kalahkan perempuan siap betol lar dier nie. We left his house at 3.30. See how long it takes him to siap. I only take 1 hour to siap ok. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the plan for the day was, watched movie at 5.20 then we wanted to go to somewhere that has good scenery to camwhore. But, unfortunately, we reached Dhoby Ghaut at exactly 5.10, we still have to have our lunch. He couldn't wait any longer. I could hear his tummy growling. So, changed plan. We caught the 7.25 movie. We watched Ghosts of my girlfriends' past. Such a romantic movie. i'd give it 7/10 popcorns. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After purchasing the tickets, we went to Long John Silvers and ate. After which, we went to Plaza Singapura and walked around. Mimi was working at S.R but i didnt get the chance to go talk to Mimi. So, we went into the Build-a-bear store. *hints2 to Shah* i really want that bear hor.. Been a long time since i wanted to buy that. But very expensive lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat outside PS while he have his puffs. I took stupid random photos, and he suddenly came up with a totally lame game. We had to twist the alphabet of a word to make a funny word. Like Carrefour, becomes Farrecour (farku), Golden Village (Dolgen Llivage), 7-eleven (Vesen Velene). It actually killed time. By the time we were tired of twisting the alphabets, It was already 7.15. So, made our way back to The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we decided to do a little camwhoring. But, we went just across the street. Took a lot of photos. Oh btw, I saw my old SR colleagues at Cathay. Was surprised yet so happy to bump into them. It had been a long time. Yati gave me a hug.. So sweet. And seriously, she's the first girl friend i have that have ever hugged me. Haha.. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of camwhoring, we made our way back to the busstop and made our way home. I couldnt upload the pix we took into the comp coz my sis didn't leave the cable at home, and awin's lappy cant read MS Duo. So, i'll just upload the pix next tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I'm leaeving tml and I still haven't pack. I really have no clue what to bring to Genting. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-7213207709548499256?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/7213207709548499256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=7213207709548499256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7213207709548499256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/7213207709548499256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-day.html' title='My day.'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-5269970624541269412</id><published>2009-06-17T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:32:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeay.. Like finally. After not having a proper date with BF, he finally took an OFF day today. Since we do not have that much money with us, our activity today will be super normal. Nothing extraordinary going on. Gonna watch movies at The Cathay. But I still have not decided wether to watch Drag me to hell or Ghosts of Girlfriends' past. Hmm.. Both movies got high ratings leh.. Haiyah, will decide it later with the BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, there's so many places i feel like going, for no specific reason. Can you believe i thought of going to science centre, i feel like going minigolf-ing, i wanna walk the treetop walk at macritchie, i wanna accompany BF fishing (never in my whole entire life had i agreed to fishing!). HAHA. Not only that, i so wanna buy stuffs i know i can't afford. A Digital Camera, a new HP (LG Renoir), and this is totally ridiculous.. A TV set for my room (WTF!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Too many non-beneficial, pointless wants.. And furthermore, i have no moolahs. So these just has to go to my wishlist then. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OH WELL, gotta go clean the house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh btw, Joyce from the agency just called me and made an appointment to meet tommorrow to sign contracts for the job. Can't wait to start job. Can't wait for 30th of every month when i get my pay. Can't wait to not spend everyday at home. Can't wait to feed complaints to BF during our nightly chat. Can't wait for work gossips, I simply can't wait!!! I've "sold grapes" (menganggur) for too long oredi hokaay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-5269970624541269412?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/5269970624541269412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=5269970624541269412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5269970624541269412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/5269970624541269412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-finally.html' title='Like finally..'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-1415230853563478841</id><published>2009-06-16T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:24:10.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally sent it.</title><content type='html'>Finally I sent my portable DVD player for servicing. Again, dissappointed that I wasn't able to go with Shah as he had to work.. OH WELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today went to Toa Payoh with mak and Elfie. Went to Jurong West first, had our late lunch, then proceeded to Toa Payoh. Dropped at Bradell and took the cab to the place as we weren't aware where the place would be.. End up, the building was 2 stones away. HA HA.. such a waste of $3. So, blah3, need to go back there in a week's time. YES!! A WEEK.. So much for wanting to bring it to Genting. ): sadded!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, cabbed to Lot 1. Accompanied elfie to have his dinner, Nasi Ayam at the food court. Im really starting to get worried about Elfie's eating habits.. It just never seem to stop.. I think he's got worms in his stomach.. Better go check.. He keeps eating.. After one meal, he will wait for a few minutes, then asks for his milk, then if he saw someone else eat, he would ask fo the same thing too.. He never seem to know when to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the actual reason we went to Lot 1 is because, I wanted to buy a few tops from Cotton On. The one i've eyed for since last week. HA HA. And yes kak anna, its the one that we saw.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that, we cabbed home. Accompannied Elfie to the playground. He's been wanting to go there since like forever.  HAHA. We went home exactly before maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's what I did today. Am going out in a few minutes time to meet my BF and the rest of my boys. They're playing Takraw. And it's really interesting u noe. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-1415230853563478841?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/1415230853563478841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=1415230853563478841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1415230853563478841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/1415230853563478841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-sent-it.html' title='Finally sent it.'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-6235138930284444073</id><published>2009-06-15T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:46:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a Frigid Bitch</title><content type='html'>Just a while ago, I was browsing through my facebook, i found out my friend, Faat was online, and the first minute, he was happy and the next he was ultra sad.. I was just dropping by to tell him about a job opening at Guardian I heard my friend say, and thought it was kinda funny to drop by and just start saying " there's a job opening.. blah3.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked casually whats up with him and included the info.. And I was taken aback when my comment, got commented by his gf saying (Exact quotation) "stop interfering you fucking women".. I was totally pissed off.. I wrote back to Faat that his GF is a fucking ass.. And she's so fucking rude! What's her problem..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340780366928429-6235138930284444073?l=farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/feeds/6235138930284444073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340780366928429&amp;postID=6235138930284444073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6235138930284444073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340780366928429/posts/default/6235138930284444073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farkfuckeryfarkk.blogspot.com/2009/06/wat-frigid-bitch.html' title='Wat a Frigid Bitch'/><author><name>Ima Loather.. so wat??!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703477101955426274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340780366928429.post-4627633282386108797</id><published>2009-06-15T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:18:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My long awaited post for my blog!</title><content type='html'>There's always that moment I feel like blogging. But when i'm already in front of the lappy/comp, the urge just fades away and i totally have no heart to write anything.. And this blog of mine - created 5 months ago- have never been updated. As seen, this is my first post. Im a procrastinator, that's one thing. Another thing, I know i won't have time or good story to share. And furthermore, i doubt that there's anybody who would want to read my blog. (Except for my kaypo fam -dat is if they found my URL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watever. Let's just make this a private one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, am suppose to go to PHILLIPS HQ to send my portable DVD player for repair.. Somehow, it died on me 3 days ago. Initial plan was to go with Shah, but he forgot that we made plans and he had other plans with his sis-in-law. URGH. I was super furious at first. But i dont see the point why right. People make mistakes. We're humans, we can't run from mistakes. I forgave him for that but am still so sad. Decided to go with mum, but she don't have money. So, cancel the plan.. Plan B, stay home, rot.. I've been staying home for the past 8 days. Mum and dad were super impressed and at the same time was suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept asking me if i had problems with the outside life or did i have a fight with my friends or i no longer have a bf and all those sorts of qn. Frustrates me. Reason for me staying home is, 1. Shah had been busy with school, with his exams and all so i didnt really went out with him, 2. Shah was at his family chalet for the whole weekend. 3. Im no longer encouraged to hang out wif ma boys. So that's the reason why i've been rotting at home, spoiling myself to delicacies that will fatten myself and also being entertained by cartoons from PLAYHOUSE DISNEY. I can list down all the shows i've been watching.. mickeymouse clubhouse, handy manny, thomas and friends, little einsteins, dibo the gift dragon, higglytown heroes, tigger and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of tigger and friends, as everyone knows, the show consists of the 7 friends, tigger, piglet, eeyore, kanga and roo, rabbit and of course, winnie the pooh. So, may i ask, why is pooh famous for the type he is... and not his name?? Do u get what i mean? His name is Winnie, he is a pooh bear.. Why is everyone calling him Pooh instead of Winnie?? Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still so much i want to rant about. But I just can't seem to put it in words.. Im utterly dissappointed somehow, somewhere.. Im super frustrated. Im ultimately sad.. But all these feelings, i can't simply put in words. In the first place, I can't seem to find the cause of it. Maybe it's just some things I've been bottling up. I really don't know. Somehow i feel like im a forgetful person rather than forgiving.. I've been letting people off the hook because I've forgotten what they've done. That's not good right.&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Editted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just realised that i have a very bad attitude. If I want something, I want it to happen right away. No waiting or anything. And if I don't get what I want, i'll either lose my mood or just be extra sarcastic to the person. Gosh i'm such an ass!!! I won't say i'm pampered coz i certainly am not. I'm just spoilt. Wait2. Im not spoilt. Im just deprived. Oh what the hell.. I donno what i am. But I know I hate it.. 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