<?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-3850283</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:42:59.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimately Siaoz</title><subtitle type='html'>:: !WARNING!-You may regret this...site is rated 18SX - its content may be unsuitable for persons under the age of 18. ::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850283.post-108235943881012797</id><published>2004-04-19T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T20:25:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geezus christ I HATE chilli. Well maybe hate's too strong a word. I don't like chilli. Not one bit. Mild chilli's fine, but the mouth n tongue scorching types are a strict no-no for me. All they do is give me a slow-burning stomachache that eventually ends in me racing for the toilet. And cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I don't deny that most Malaysians are chilli-eaters. The more fiery, the better they like it. But me, I guess I'm a placid person, with a placid stomach. But its damn bloody well irritating to have to go to the toilet everytime ya eat something thats jus a wee bit (sort of) too hot for ya. Yech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya...Aussies are soooooooooooo dumb. They can be sooooooooooooooooooo irritating, especially the old, racist ones. To all those who love Aust and all that comes with it, good on ya, but I'm starting to really hate their crap. Well, the bad ones anyway. Besides, have u ever had anyone so dumb that when told to "press on the 'Start' button on your desktop", they actually do press it.....with their FINGER?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokers, all of 'em, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-108235943881012797?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/108235943881012797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/108235943881012797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2004/04/geezus-christ-i-hate-chilli.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850283.post-108234079569299815</id><published>2004-04-18T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T18:45:59.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Blee bloo blaa....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...and I'm back! Again. After such a long time of no blogging, it seems weird to be doing it again, considering for some reason I havent been reading other ppl's blogs for quite awhile. Don't ask me why, I just haven't. I know I've been meaning to start blogging again for awhile (the last month or so, actually), but because I've been busy at work (and work's the only place where I've got regular access to the internet) I've been puttin' it off some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to all those who don't know, I've recently changed jobs again. Its my 3rd job in less than 2 years. That's not a really good record, y'know. Its like I can't commit to a job or something, I mean, I'm changing jobs every 6 months or so! And its not as if I'm a person who &lt;i&gt;CRAVES&lt;/i&gt; adventure or whatever...I just wanna go to work everyday, do the same thing everyday. But for some reason I just can't seem to stick to a job...hahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-108234079569299815?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/108234079569299815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/108234079569299815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2004/04/blee-bloo-blaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850283.post-106913641536419706</id><published>2003-11-17T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stanchart Bank Sucks A$$!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok since there happens to be no calls coming in for the time being, I've decided to add another entry (to assuage my guilt abt not blogging a liiitle more regularly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The reason for my topic is because my aunt was just fired from Standard Charted Bank on biased charges. Mainly caused by her &lt;i&gt;*bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch*&lt;/i&gt; of a boss, who couldn't stand the fact that she could never be as good as my aunt when it came to customer service. So she transferred my aunt to the sales division (my aunt hates sales), and when my aunt couldn't meet her targets, dragged her into a long, drawn out inquiry, which resulted in my aunt being fired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whoever's looking for a long and fruitful career with a company that will always take care of their staff, please stop looking (or never even consider) Standard Chartered Bank. They suck maximum. They suck so bad that if they were male, they'd be a gay nymphomaniac. Eh. Hang on a sec. Nymphomaniac means a person who likes to suck dick right? Or am I mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fu*c Stanchart Bank. Oh, and if you guys have any bank accounts there, take them out too ya. Just a little advice...I mean, who knows, they might lose the money and then say it was all your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-106913641536419706?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/106913641536419706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=106913641536419706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106913641536419706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106913641536419706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/11/stanchart-bank-sucks-ok-since-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-106912998808822722</id><published>2003-11-17T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color="blue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screaming and exams go hand in hand...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something on the blogger website today that got me thinking. I quote &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Onion: Mom Finds Out About Blog.&lt;/b&gt; Here at Blogger, we have no official stance on what to do when your mom discovers your blog. Maybe we should think about that."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my case, I wouldn't have to think at all. I already know what I'd do if my mom found out about my blog. I'd delete all traces of it. And if she so happens to have read the &lt;i&gt;whole thing&lt;/i&gt; (heaven forbid!) then I'd run for my life. Or at least buy more locks for the doors to my house (for those who don't know, I live on my own). Maybe even buy a few wooden planks and metal bars for my windows. There's so much incriminating evidence here any journalist would have an eye-catching story for the tabloids. I can just imagine...something along the lines of &lt;i&gt;Do Lesbians Cheat on Each Other? Now you can find out!&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"Boys Don't Cry-Reality Strikes."&lt;/i&gt; or something like that &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all journalists out there reading this..&lt;i&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; a hint.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will blog about work. To whoever's sick and tired of reading about topics such as: the stresses of a hectic workplace, or life in the rat race, please skit the next few paragraphs. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I have to comment about working life is.....&lt;b&gt;AEEEEEAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/B&gt; &lt;i&gt;*cough cough*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, would be that getting paid is heaven, but earning that pay sure is hell. How does &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; manage to wake up before the chickens, day after day, 5 or 6 days a week, just to go to someplace where you either bore yourself to death, stress yourself until you're bleeding from the ears, or work until you can have a heart attack from just looking at an entirely blameless piece of paper??? I seriously don't get it. I'm dying here. Not so much from the job...but most from having to wake up before 7am every single weekday! (And some weekends too). I've never had a culture shock so bad. Australia was nothing compared to this. Being in the workplace feels so strange that its akin to being in another country, even. Anyone else ever felt that way? Or is it just me being weird again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as an update to my assessment that I mentioned in my last post...I guess I needn't have worried as I ended up doing pretty well, considering that the passing mark was 90%! I've always had this feeling about exams. I always know when to worry and when not to worry. Its very weird. I believe I was the only one who was feeling remotely calm that day. Although it took me several years to finally remember what happened after they announced that the results were ready, I clearly remember thinking that Melissa looked ridiculous that day in her college's Hotel &amp; Management uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blek :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-106912998808822722?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/106912998808822722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=106912998808822722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106912998808822722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106912998808822722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/11/screaming-and-exams-go-hand-in-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-106792267240797361</id><published>2003-11-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yarg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys! How in the world did ALL of you manage to find my blog? I never told anyone except Julie. &lt;i&gt;*Blinks*. *Looks at Julie suspiciously*&lt;/i&gt; Julieeeeee. Did you tell? It can't be that &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; found my blog on their own!! Its been inactive for the past..uh...half year or so. Heeee..I happy. I feel &lt;i&gt;lurvedddd!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;i&gt;muchas sorry-as&lt;/i&gt; that I haven't been blogging for the past...week? Sorry, keep losing track of time. Anyway, the causes were lack of time as well as an internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has been alright so far. I've got my final assesment on Wednesday. Argh! I thought I was done studying after I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; got that freakingly expensive piece of paper (commonly called a degree). However, God had other plans for me. Hopefully I won't have to study anything more for awhile yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and classmates have discovered that I'm a fairly good judge of trainers. The moment I fall asleep, they know that everyone else shares their opinion that the trainer sucks/its a boring subject. Heh. To all my faithful fans, yes, I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; fall asleep in class. With a vengeance. There is &lt;i&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/i&gt; way in hell I can control it. Not with 6 shots of espresso before lunch. Or even if I jiggle my ass in my chair until the whole table shakes. Or even if whoever happens to be sitting next to me smacks the back of my head until my head cracks on the keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES people! I'm still an incorrigible student who sleeps in class almost all the time!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys. Lunchbreak's almost over. Time for my session of 'fresh air' and then back to my nap...uh...i mean &lt;i&gt;studies&lt;/i&gt;. Ta for now until only God-knows-when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-106792267240797361?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/106792267240797361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=106792267240797361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106792267240797361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106792267240797361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/11/yarg-you-guys-how-in-world-did-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-10668010319790307</id><published>2003-10-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, I shall be working in Uptown for several weeks. I never believed it before, but changes &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; happen fast in my computer. I've just been transferred (as per my wishes) along with several other of my colleagues, to be the pioneers of my company's new project, which is setting up a call centre for Fed Ex. So if your company's got any problems with their delivery and call the Fed Ex Hotline, chances are that you might just hear my voice on the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, training's been alright, but then again, I'm only in my second day. The training room's awfully cold, and I keep falling asleep! There's lotsa calculations involved in this too, but luckily when we go live, the system will do those tedious (and brain cracking) calculations for us. Yay! Fortunately, there's lots of food to be found around here (Uptown being a major hub for food, day &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; night), unlike my office in KL, where the nearest food places are a good 5 minute walk away (at least). &lt;i&gt;Dah la mahal pulak tu!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm typing this during the last few minutes of my extended lunch hour, which is due to end pretty soon, I think, so I'd better get going. I think its about time I tell the Yccians that I've begun blogging again, huh? Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-10668010319790307?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/10668010319790307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=10668010319790307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/10668010319790307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/10668010319790307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/10/yow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-106635914948848124</id><published>2003-10-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting from the office as usual, this time I'm having a pretty busy day for once. The bosses want us to call a hundred phone numbers a day, or in my case, by 4pm becuase I'm calling Gateway's Aussie customers. However, since the phone lines are down until further notice, I can't do nuts for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I can't believe this. Whether or not I go to work the day before, I'll still go to the office tired. I took yesterday off (kononnya MC la...) because I was too broke to go to work. And too tired. All I did on my day off was lie on my bed and watch VCDs the whole day long. I must have watched like 6 movies or so! But regardless of what I did yesterday, I still slept late last night (around 3+am) and still ended up dragging myself to work this morning tired as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me. Ever since I've started work, the days seem to &lt;i&gt;crawl&lt;/i&gt; by...however, on the other hand, there doesn't seem to be enough hours in a day to accomplish the things I want/need to do. Because of that, I don't get enough rest and I keep getting sick. Going to work sucks a$$! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Blink, blink*&lt;/i&gt; Wait a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not blogging for such a long time has sure made me rusty. I almost forgot that this weblog ISN'T rated G, or PG, or PG-13. So why the hell did I use "sucks a$$" instead of just saying it out the way its supposed to be said? SUCKS ASS! SUCKS ASS! SUCKS ASSSSSS!!! &lt;i&gt;*Sighs in pleasure*&lt;/i&gt; Now I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still wondering what the hell that last paragraph was for, there can only be 2 real reasons. &lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt;, you don't know me well enough. Thats normal. &lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt;, I'm quite tired, my thoughts are scattered everywhere and my stomach feels bloated with gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I feel like I'm PMS-ing. Ahhhhh, I'm just gonna go play some games on MSN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-106635914948848124?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/106635914948848124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=106635914948848124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106635914948848124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106635914948848124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/10/posting-from-office-as-usual-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-106618484331660065</id><published>2003-10-14T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And a Fresh Start!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a damn long time, havent I? I've even forgotten almost all the basic html I knew. Its been, what, a half year? I'm not quite sure what caused me to stop blogging...but I sure as hell know what's caused me to start again. Boredom at the office. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a major screwup at the office, my teammates and I are left hanging because the project that we were originally hired and trained for didn't kick off. Thankfully, my employers &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have a conscience and didn't fire us. Heh. So now, we're all getting '&lt;i&gt;gaji buta&lt;/i&gt;', or free pay to remain in 'training' until they actually find a project to shove us into. Which is why half of us are applying for a transfer from whatever we're doing now (which is basically nothing), to work on another project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, a month and a half of boredom is all we can take, free pay or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who wish that you had nothing to do...well...take it from a career slacker who's been doing nothing...it sucks. Staying at home is fine if you're used to it, at least your time is your own. Sleep whenever you want, eat whenever you want, watch your vcds, play your games, listen to your music, whatever. But if your in the office...you can't do &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; even if you've got nothing to do! Boss's orders were, "Sit at your pc, make a few calls from the list, do anything as long as you look busy!" Or something like that. So sue me, my memory isn't what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to looking busy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-106618484331660065?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/106618484331660065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=106618484331660065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106618484331660065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/106618484331660065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-fresh-start-fuuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-86971974</id><published>2003-01-05T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dammit...I just had a freakin nightmare! Its been years since I last suffered from one...maybe I've had one too many supernatural influences lately. Heh...watchin a ghost show and readin 2 supernatural-themed books in a row isn't exactly what I'd call a healthy influence. I haven't felt so scared in a damned long time. I was so paranoid from the moment I woke up that all I could do was curl up into a ball and wait for the feeling to pass...somewhat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid nightmare scared me so much that I'm temporarily afraid of the dark. I still don't quite know what caused it...it seemed so real, as all nightmares do. In the nightmare, I was sleeping in my parents room, sandwiched between my sis and my dad, like I did when I was younger. In that room, there's a dressing table with a big mirror at the foot of my dad's bed (all the beds are pushed together), and a 4 foot stand fan on the floor behind our heads. Anyway, I kept waking up (in the dream) to drink water because I was thirsty, and I knew that I was having a nice dream (a dream within a dream..adoi). Then, only half awake, I groggily realised that my water bottle was empty. Okay, so I'd finished all my water. Shortly after slipping back into sleep, I thought I heard the stand-fan shut itself off and then turn back on again, but I ignored it and blissfully slept on. A while later I woke up again, because I was thirsty (I must've eaten a packet of salt or sumthin), and reached for my water bottle and started drinking again. After screwing the cap back on I realised something...didn't I finish all my water earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 2: The Horror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee...! :P Just kidding...anyway back to the story. Anyway, even after it occured to me that something was wrong, I blurly dismissed it as just my foggy state of mind and got up to put my bottle back on the dressing table at the foot of my dad's bed. Just after putting the bottle down, I looked up at the mirror...and saw a young boy sitting on the floor about 2 feet away from the dressing table, looking at me. Immediately I realized that that boy was not supposed to be there. Turning, I look at the area that was reflected by the mirror..and saw that it was empty. He really wasn't there! I froze for a second, and my heart jumped to my throat. At that moment, I made this choked scream and spun around to try and wake my dad up. I shook him and called his name and then shook him even more violently because he just refused to wake up! He mumbled a little, but that was it. At that moment, the fan cut out again, and there was this heavy feeling of dread in the room....and thats when I woke up for real, downstairs, on the couch where I'd fallen asleep earlier, all the lights off, mosquitoes feasting on me, and nary a soul in sight. Of all times, everyone had chosen to go to bed early and had left me downstairs all alone. Even my mom, who slept downstairs on her fave chair every night last week, decided to sleep upstairs in her bed for once. And my Shih Tzu, Xena, who normally sleeps in the hall at night, decided to sleep upstairs, and nobody had allowed my fave doggie Ray to come inside before they went to bed...uwaaaaa~~!!! Talk about bad timing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after scaring myself silly on the couch for awhile, I quickly got up, turned on all the lights, and let Ray inside before hugging him abit, then lying down on the couch again. After a few minutes I felt that I just had to tell someone about it...so I smsed Mei and disturbed her..and she was darling enough to call me in the middle of the night to see if I was okay..she's such a sweetheart. Heh..okay okay, enough gushing. :P But turns out that she'd woken up earlier because of a nightmare too, and the first thing she thought of was one of the scary scenes from the The Ring that we watched earlier today..uh..yesterday. Actually I think she's more scared of these ghosty thingies than I am..hee...sorry Mei! ;P Heh...I had lots of fun watching that movie with her. She must have memorised her palm and fingerprints by heart now. Bwahahaha. Half the time I was trying to push her hands away from in front of her face...she was almost as fun to watch as the movie...rofl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay!! Mom came down already...I can go pee safely now...LMAO...laugh now, shiver later...*yawn* Oh well...guess I'd better go before my good luck runs out. Fortunately for me, my computer has only hung itself ONCE tonight...and that was just after I'd posted whatever I'd written onto Blogger...its been disconnected many times already though...I think I really did cook my modem the other day during the thunderstorm...its been very problematic ever since.  I don't think its the servers in the area, as no matter which ISP I connect to, its still screwy...if I'm lucky, I can stay connected for up to half an hour. However, data flow is very very stuttery and very very slow most of the time. &lt;i&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/i&gt; I want Aussy cable!! :( M'sian ISPs suck bigtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, enough moaning and groaning for now. Laytaz people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-86971974?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/86971974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=86971974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/86971974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/86971974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2003/01/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-86443047</id><published>2002-12-23T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I havent been blogging. I've started out many blogs these days with (almost) these selfsame words. Just different versions of it. Why havent I felt the urge to blog this time? Because its kinda hard to keep up the enthusiasm to blog when every time I type something, I either get too frustrated/distracted by the fact that I've just gotten disconnected from the net OR my pc hangs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its most likely that many people won't even see this until days after its been posted..not that I can blame them...I havent blogged for a week already. My most 'faithful customer' is probably Jantha, who comes in for her daily dose of porn :P However, she doesn't read my posts...she just wants the porn. *Rolls eyes* No wonder she's the sperm and I'm just the hentai cat. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I really love Avril Lavigne's new song 'I'm With You'. Man does dat gurl have a voice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much been happening around me...Oscar's finally agreed to be friends (hope its for real this time), and I've started my new job down at the Pizza Hut call centre. I can actually say "Good evening, thank you for calling Pizza Hut, hello?" in under 2 seconds. The 'hello' takes half a second on its own because I drag it out...you can't really understand the rest of the sentence..my words sorta run together. Imagine picking up somewhat like..30-40 calls in about 4 hours...and for every call you have to say the same things over and over again...augh..why not just lock me up in a madhouse? Of course, I'm still new to the job...It was only my 6th day today, so there's still an element of novelty in all this thats still keeping me sane. However, after a month of this...*wails* I wanna work in a cybercafe again!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCs been givin me abit of trouble recently...its performance has been rather erratic. Sometimes it behaves beautifully...other times it hangs just about once every minute. Its weird. But now its behaving, so I'm thankful for that. The Internet connection in my area, however, has been behaving worse than my PC...sometimes I can barely stay connected for 2 seconds before I'm disconnected again. Other times, being disconnected from the Internet hangs my PC altogether...so its like being caught between a rock and a hard place. Damn I need to get cable...and to think its gonna be at least 3 months before I can get a real job (after I get my cert), and another month on top of that to get my first paycheck and be eligible (according to my mom) to pay for cable, and yet another month at least before I can get the bloody thing installed. Am prolly gonna get that TMNet StreamX thingy. Right now, compared to the phone line charges I'm running up just by being constantly DISconnected from the internet, I'm thinking that RM100 a month for a 24 hr, unlimited download connection ain't too bad at all. In fact, its positively delicious. The only thing that could top that is if TMNet or Jaring would miraculously upgrade their dialup service until its just slightly short of downright shocking. Right now its borderline #^&amp;%^^%@#$@#$&amp;*%##$#$^&amp;#$ *pant pant pant* #$$^&amp;@#%$#^&amp;*^*%#$%$@ nightmarishly, fuckingly, unimaginably HORRIBLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats enough from me. Don't wanna risk my PC hanging and having to retype this whole blog again (which I HATE to do), so I'd better save (repeatedly), (try to) get online and post this. Ta folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going after Mei again...wish me luck guys :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Jantha...don't read so much porn, you horny fuckhound!!! Rofl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-86443047?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/86443047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=86443047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/86443047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/86443047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/okay-so-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-86010445</id><published>2002-12-14T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear father...forgive me, for I have sinned. I havent blogged since...holy cow! Tuesday?! Sheesh...time really flies when day after day passes and you're not doing much. Erm..okay that sounds contradictory..but its true!! The things I do everyday seem almost the same until I can't tell the difference between one day and the next. Anyway, don't have much time, so straight to the latest updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update #1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will (most likely, but havent gotten confirmation yet) be working for the call center for Pizza Hut, together with my sister (who'll be my &lt;i&gt;senior&lt;/i&gt;!). You know, the one you call when you wanna get a pizza delivered to your house? Yes Jantha, I know you order Dominoes. Go get stuffed. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update #2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got groped by 4 (very very very very very very very) pretty transvestites (TS). And enjoyed it! Heh. It was at the party I attended on Friday, at a club called Velvet. The organisers had a show, and it was 2 akua comedy acts, and the...whatchamacallit..some TS dance troupe. Hee. Anyway, I was sittin awfully close to the stage (place was a little cramped)...it was so close that i had to move my legs when the dancer(s) on the..uh...left...(if you're facing them) needed to walk past. Heh. Then on their 2nd dance number..suddenly they pulled me up on stage and started rubbing me all over. Muahahahaha. Shiok. &lt;i&gt;*Thinks back to that night*&lt;/i&gt; ... &lt;i&gt;*Smirks*&lt;/i&gt; ... Muahahahahah! Ok la..but abit &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt; also...cuz I had no bloody idea what to do once I was up on stage...it was kinda funny...prolly ever butch in that place wanted to trade places with me, but I was wishing that I could trade places with any one of them...rofl. Funny. And shiok. At times more embarassing than shiok. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update #3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Friday, Oscar got very jealous of me being groped by so many pretty 'gurls'. Duh. &lt;i&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;/i&gt; I think she forgot that they had dicks hanging between their legs. Anyway, couldn't stand her, so sorta stayed away from her for the rest of the night, and by the time she sent me home (she INSISTED), I'd had enough of all her nonsense, and I called the whole thing off, said I wanted to be just friends. I think its the right choice...and I regret the fact that I wavered in my resolve earlier. I shoulda stuck to my guns the whole time. This shows what weakness will get ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update #4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally worn jeans again after a hiatus of 2 years (for god knows what reason). I actually think I look good in them! :P Heh. Any comments? Would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats all I have time for right now...gotta go get dressed...goin to The Mall to alter some pants I bought last weekend on a shopping spree..(same time I bought my new jeans too :P), then onto MidValley for the career fair....and all I really wanna do is FAG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-86010445?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/86010445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=86010445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/86010445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/86010445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/dear-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85735221</id><published>2002-12-09T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need a fag.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately been watchin too much tv lately. (Oh, and if you think there's something wrong with the earlier sentence, well, there is.) I don't think I've watched so much tv ever since early April, when my friend lent me her laptop to use for a coupla months. Right now, I'm watching like, what, about 5 hours of tv a day...if I stay home, that is. I used to watch about 5 hours of tv a &lt;i&gt;week&lt;/i&gt; in the last several months. However, there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; one good thing thats a result of my endless tv-watching-spree...which is that I now think that Malaysian tv ain't that bad after all. We've actually got some pretty good shit up on the air these days. Of course, Malaysian tv will probably never be as good as 'white-man's tv'...reason being because we &lt;i&gt;don't have any NUDITY!!!&lt;/i&gt; Or swearing!! Hell, if the govt thinks that censoring all the bad words from public broadcasts of any kind will prevent the future generation from learning how to swear...damn sometimes I wonder who's running the govt. The so-called 'adults', or their &lt;i&gt;mak-nenek's&lt;/i&gt;, equipped with all the grandmother stories. I mean, even with all the censorship implemented by the govt, what good has that really done? Porn can be bought in every dark (or not-so-dark) alley, and I've heard them primary school punks swear better (or worse) than I do. Of course, I can swear more creatively than they can...it comes with experience. Heh. &lt;i&gt;*Wink*&lt;/i&gt; Ehem. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85735221?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85735221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85735221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85735221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85735221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-need-fag.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85734678</id><published>2002-12-09T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delayed Post.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sollie...this is what I wanted to post earlier this evening...but I got disconnected before I could click the 'Post &amp; Publish' button... &lt;i&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo..its been a pretty nice weekend I reckon...wanted to blog earlier, but just never got around to doing it....hmm. It might have been because my parents have been nagging at me to go online less and less...&lt;i&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...met up with Mei again over the weekend...I definately think she's cool. And cute too. Hehehehe. &lt;i&gt;*Drool*&lt;/i&gt; Rofl. &lt;i&gt;*Blink blink*&lt;/i&gt; Hey, stop staring at me like that...what, I can't say a girl's cute now? &lt;i&gt;*Snickers*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou..kay gotta go now...goin out for yumchar with Oscar...(wish she'd back off a little..she's going too fast again!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85734678?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85734678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85734678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85734678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85734678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/delayed-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85542995</id><published>2002-12-05T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only have one thing to say today. *Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn*....*Blink blink* Uhh..what was I saying? Oh yeah...1 thing to say today. ME tiredddddd!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up the whole of last night to be my mom's 'talking alarm clock', waking her up at 2.30am, then 2.45am, then 3am, then 5am, then finally at 5.20am. After that I had to help her bake some cookies for her friends because she had 'overslept'. Later that morning, I went to visit Oscar's shop at Bali. Uhh...apa nama...Leisure Commerce Square(?). Stoned there from 11am till 3+pm I think...was so boring! Fell asleep a time or two even. I forgot to bring any reading material there, so ended up reading the whole of the Star newspaper...even the classifieds. I even found 1 or 2 jobs that I could apply for. Hee. Anyone know of any jobs for a Mass Comm degree fresh grad? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85542995?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85542995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85542995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85542995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85542995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-only-have-one-thing-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85492993</id><published>2002-12-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ash Boon, Angsty Film Critic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching some Jap ghost flick called 'Dark Water'. Man...the whole movie was a serious waste of my time. It was about a mother and 6-yr-old daughter (Ikiko) who'd just moved in to this old apartment building. Actually, it seems to me like they were the only damned people actually living in that place, besides the building manager. All that screaming and dirty water and NOBODY else even stuck their heads out. Sheesh. Anyways, after moving in, a coupla eerie ethings happened, mother finds out that a year before, a young schoolgirl (who's mom had abandoned her) had gone missing. So this 'missing' girl had died by climbing up and falling into the water tank, located on the top of the apartment building. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the water tank had a big uncovered hole at the top? Duh. Anyway, the dead kid becomes a ghost (they always have to be ghosts for some reason...why not a nice vampire or something?) and starts bullying Ikiko, making her fall ill and all that. The mom gets scared cuz she knows there's a ghost in the apartment above them, the place where the kid who went missing used to live. So to cut a long story short, there was a lot of boring bull after that, and since the ghost wanted a new mother to replace the one that abandoned her, Mother dearest sacrifices herself to protect her daughter. Of course we don't get to see how the ghost actually killed her because they had to get in the lift and close the doors while the poor daughter beat her small fists on the grubby lift doors, all the while screaming (in Japanese) "Mommy, mommy". She then follows the lift up a floor, bangs on the doors again, and plops down to the floor and cries. Suddenly the lift door opens and a ton of filthy water gushes down on her. She again cries for her mother. Dammit I feel like I'm writing a film treatment. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the 'good' part of the show. I only say its good because Ikiko grew up to be a pretty gurl in a high school uniform. Yes, I'm secretly a pervert. Oh joy. Anyway, she drops by her old neighbourhood again on the way to her friend's house, and decides to revisit her old apartment that's been closed and condemned. How sweet of her. Despite all that, the lift still works, even though the whole building's dark as the inside of a whore's pussy. Actually it was that way the whole time. I think the director's trying to save money on lighting. Then she walks into her old apartment and, surprise, surprise! everything's the same as it was before. She pokes around, and wallah! MumsyDearest is home! Our female Einstein here doesn't have a clue what's going on, and chatters away to her mom as if her last memory of her mother wasn't seeing her in the green arms of a frickin' murderous ghost. Hell, that gurl's as cute as she is dumb. She even wants to move in with her mom again. Of course, Mumsy Dearest says no, because, guess what? Green Arms was standing right behind Cute Girl. Cute Girl finally suspects what's going on, turns around, sees nothing, faces &lt;br /&gt;front again, finds out Mom has disappeared and FINALLY figures out what's going on. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. So sorry to spoil it for you guys...NOT. Like, maybe some of you out there might find it a nice show...certainly there were a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; good elements in there, but...ah duh. The movie is stereotypical of all the Jap horror films I've ever seen...lots of suspense, but a rather OTT (over the top) delivery of the shocks that I find tasteless. Its the epitome of 'cheap thrill-dom'. Its like..for example, there was this scene where the tap to the bathtub started gushing water. At first,the water was clear, a few seconds later, it was black, because, like duh, they'd already showed where the kid died. Then little Ikiko tried to turn it off, but it was pretty obvious that the taps were already tightly shut. And she kept trying to shut them off. Like hellooo? We get the idea already? Then dirty black water overflows from the side of the bathtub, and starts bubbling violently in the middle. So, okay, something's coming up from the middle of the tub. Mini-Einstein keeps staring at it..suspense builds, then suddenly, green hands shoot out of the tub and grab her head, pulling her face down into the water. Okay, that's fine, except that the hands were so fast that if I hadn't already known that something was gonna pop up from down there, maybe I just woulda thought, 'Oh, Cutie Pie wanted a mud-pack for her face.' Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what. After I'm writing all that, besides getting disconnected like..what...6, 7 times? And being eaten alive by hordes of mozzies (do we have a mozzie farm in KL or something?), I have discovered that Blogger is DOWN. I can't even access the main page. Its because of that bloody hacker thats been bothering them recently. I know it. Bastard. He's been causing trouble to everyone! Why can't he go do something more useful with his time instead of inconveniencing decent folks like us. Like, robbing a bank or something. As long as its not my bank. :P Or..he could always do my laundry for me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah duh..PC hanged again! BITCHASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85492993?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85492993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85492993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85492993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85492993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/ash-boon-angsty-film-critic.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85366895</id><published>2002-12-01T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Put up my website for my J232 Cyberpraxis course on Geocities. Heh. Worked out all the kinks except 1 so far...the stupid mouseover that I was having so much of a problem with. Its not much of a mouseover...I have to leave my mouse there for like 15 seconds before the mouseover starts happening. Rofl. Slow shit. :( Its not much of a website...like I said, it WAS for an assignment...but go take a look anyhow. Go! Shoo! What're you waiting for? &lt;i&gt;*Blink blink*&lt;/i&gt; Oh. I forgot to give you the address. You can either find it &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ash_boon/welcome.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, OR you can click the link on the right hand side of this page. Hee. Stupid mouseover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; lagging! Its hard to do changes to my blog when I can't see what those changes are...unless I do it on notepad and stuff..but some things just can't be seen offline..like the Haloscan comments box. Heh. Dumb blogger. Earn your keep!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85366895?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85366895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85366895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85366895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85366895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/yay-put-up-my-website-for-my-j232.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85336341</id><published>2002-12-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would just like to notify you guys that for some weird reason, Blogger's very very laggy in updating my posts. Why? I have no frickin clue. Its very very annoying. And I havent had a ciggy all day so I'm very...irritable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bleh...had an absolutely UNproductive, bored as shit, unremarkable day. Stayed home all day and watched 2 VCD's because once I start watching TV, I normally continue on it for quite awhile. Heh. Saw Shaolin Soccer and The new Harry Potter movie (or Potluck, as my uncle calls him). Wanted to watch Queen of the Damned, but my mom was complaining about it. "What kind of nonsense movie is this??" Oh, how I hate it when she's acting all irrational and irritatingly 'parent-y'. I'd like to insult her Richard Gere movies too...except that they're normally good ones. Its kinda hard to insult my mom's things/tastes...because she's such a frickin trend-follower. Peh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite funny the other day...my mom and I met up with an aunt of mine. My aunt asked me what I'd majored in, what sort of job was I looking for, bla bla (the usual semi-interested questions normally asked by relatives). However, she did suggest that I apply for vacant positions in Astro (Ooo..I like!). Then mummy dearest had to come along and shove her 2 cents in by saying that she'll speak to her PR dept about it, bla bla bla. Like, hello...you've known what I was studying and what sort of job I was interested in doing all the while, why didn't you say something earlier? Instead of waiting for someone else to mention it, then jump in and offer something like a nosey, two bit, egotistical poodle. (Sorry guys, am rather pissed with my mom right now...she's getting on my nerves). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh..anyway, Harry Potluck was pretty okay...didn't get to see the ending though, coz the VCD was fuc..-uh..i mean screwed up. At least I got to see most of it without any problem. Shaolin soccer was frickin funny...heh. I recommend. Prolly gonna watch Queen of the Damned later. Or Titan AE. Heard it was good, but never had the chance to watch it. So now, since I'm on hols and my mom nags me almost unceasingly whenever I'm on the comp (she must have forgotten how attached I am to the pc in the 9 months that I was away), I reckon that I'd better break my usual habits and start watching lots and lots of TV to kill my boredom. After all, I did borrow 50+ DVDs from my uncle, and another 5-8 VCDs from Oscar. &lt;i&gt;*Snicker*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh...someone said I was cute yesterday :P Unfortunately for me, it was a guy. Ah duh..rofl. And I didn't even bind my chest! (No dirty thoughts, you people). Its amazing. Well, sort of. Hee. It is to me anyway. Its a sort of 'to-be-continued' type of amazement that first started back in Perth...muehehehe. Okay, I miss Perth! I miss being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. I miss being able to eat, sleep, study, go online, laze away my time and stay out as late as I like. I do NOT like being nagged at an average of 20-30 times a day (at least). I HATE having my mother martyr herself (even though I do know I owe her much for sponsoring my education and living costs..but her posturing is just bitchy). Lastly, I absolutely...uh..is there a word worse that hate? Oh right! Lastly, I absolutely DESPISE being threatened! Did any of you ever know that? Well, its more than a pet hate. I grew up with my mom threatening to throw me out of the house if I misbehaved. When I grew too big and strong to be scared of her being able to drag me out of the house (oh, that was since I was 12 or so), I started ignoring her threats. Well, then she started to make me kneel on bottlecaps...cuz I liked to play with bottlecaps..and being forced by her to walk to her when she wanted to punish us. Oh you know what I mean...like when she points at the floor in front of her and says, "You Come Here!". In later years, after we 'acquired' some dogs...I noticed that she punishes the dogs in exactly the same way. So woof you too, mummy dearest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85336341?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85336341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85336341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85336341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85336341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/12/would-just-like-to-notify-you-guys-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85305545</id><published>2002-11-30T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;After PC Crash #1 and #2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh!! If there's one thing that I hate most about Malaysia..its the frickin Internet connection. I've gotten disconnected 3 times in the last half hour..and the worst part is that for some reason, every time I get disconnected, my comp hangs. It wouldn't be as bad if I'd just got disconnected, but noooooooooo...my comp has to go wonky and COMMIT BLOODY SUICIDE!! I lost a whole blog post in the last crash :( Well, it was only about 3 paragraphs long, but I can never rewrite it the same way! If I write it again, it won't be as detailed or original...it'll just be like..erm...an express train ride. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;After PC Crash #3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! Forget it!! I give up!!!!! Details of my night: Went to LQ. Met Mei (my ex). Thought she was cute. Thought her friend Mike was funny. Had lots of fun dancing but left LQ early (just before 2am) coz Oscar was tired. Went to a Chinese pub called Storm@Fung Wan at BBWalk. Met 2 other friends there. Met Oscar's friend there too. She leng lui. The friend, not Oscar lah. Oscar's not a lui. Left at 3. Went yumchar. Came home. Found out that Mom left me a note, but she wasnt mad at me for coming home at 4. Yay! It was actually a list of things that I'd asked her to write down for me. Took bath. Came online. Blogged. Cursed and swore at PC for crashing on me 3 times, and $*#)#* internet connection for making my pc crash twice. Am now arguing with Oscar over the past and the present. Bleh. Lagi no mood to blog. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85305545?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85305545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85305545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85305545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85305545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/after-pc-crash-1-and-2-bahhh-if-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85266813</id><published>2002-11-29T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh..my smoking habits have gone to hell because I'm staying at home again. Smoked a whole pack yesterday and only half a stick the whole of today. Its so bad I'm going into nicotine withdrawal. Its like, I can only smoke when I go out, or whenever no one's around or when my whole family's asleep. But if I smoke when my whole family's asleep then I gotta spray the place with air freshener..but since I don't have any at the moment, I gotta use my deodorant (which I've found is quite effective for spotchecks). The prob is, if it was back in Perth, my room's pretty well aired out, but here..its kinda stuffy, and not half as airy. Bleh. Irritating. Heh, I smoked in my room the first night I was back because I simply couldn't take it anymore, and the next morning Mom barged into my room to wake me up (I'd forgotten to lock the door), and immediately asked me if I'd been smoking. In my half asleep state, the best excuse I could cook up was that I'd bought this crappy new incense from the 2 dollar shop and burned it last night (she knows I like incense n scented candles n stuff..cos its the only way I can get rid of the 'stuffy' smell in my room..blek). I mean, the smell was so strong that even I could smell it the moment I woke up. Oh well, whatever it is, she bought the excuse, and even repeated it to my aunt later that day. Rofl. I should be in advertising man...hahhahahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing nothing but playing games on my comp and goin out with old friends for the past couple of days. Havent felt like blogging or goin online very much...just wanted to either get out of the house or away from the family by immersing myself in my games. Sigh. I thought coming home would be fun...well it is..but &lt;i&gt;staying&lt;/i&gt; at home is a whole nuther story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar's been going overboard with her 'wanting me back' and 'missing me so much'. I know she's probably gonna read this, but I gotta tell her somehow, and talking to her about it can drive me up the wall. What she really needs to do is lighten up a lil..or a lot actually. Her antics are just driving me further away. Sheesh. I mean like, to me, her behaviour right now is absolutely obedient to me..she listens to everything I say, does everything I tell her to do, bla bla bla. Seriously, if I really wanted a slave or Indonesian maid for my gf, then I'd go get one. Yeah I know, if you look at it from the other side of the story its like she's just doing everything she can in her power to get me back. She's changed for me (apparently for the better), and she'll become whatever I want her to become. Geez, what am I, a slave driver? A dominatrix? I don't get off on that..not at all. It sorta disgusts me. Right now I just wanna be friends because ..sheeit if she'd been like this before the 1st time we got together, hell, I wouldn't have gotten with her at all! Its like, she has no personality when she's around me besides the 'I desperately want you back' type. I can only stand so much of it. Oscar, if you're readin this, please listen to Irene's advice...its alot truer and better than you think it is. I was talkin to her yesterday and even I agreed with her. &lt;i&gt;*Rolls eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...I'm hungry..been eatin alot today...boy do I have an appetite! But no hot food now :( I got some instant noodles that I brought back from Perth (I knew I'd need 'em, since every other form of instant noodle in my house is EXPIRED...sheesh.), but Mom's sleeping on the couch tonite (she wuz too lazy to wash up and get her ass to bed, rofl). So if I use the microwave (the stove's filled with pots and pans..duh), the beeping would wake her up, and she'd nag me summore about how much I'm eating, how fat I am, blah blah blah...when actually I'm NOT fat. I even lost a few pounds (not alot) from the last time she saw me before I left for Perth. But for some reason, the fact that I'm NOT fat won't stick in her head. In fact, I don't think its &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; gotten into her head. She's been on my case about it since I was a kid...sheesh. She's always finding new things to crap about my weight...I think its time I did some payback..I've noticed that her pelvis (for some weird reason), has gotten bigger (its quite noticable when you stand beside her cuz she likes to tuck her blouse into her jeans)..muahahah...now every time she comments about my weight or my tummy, I'll comment about her pelvis..hmm...what CAN I comment about pelvises? &lt;i&gt;*scratches head*&lt;/i&gt; Any ideas? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit..I can't take it anymore..I'm off to make some Indo Mee and then I'm off to smoke, and then bed. Mmmm....foood.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85266813?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85266813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85266813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85266813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85266813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85217040</id><published>2002-11-28T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey...this bloody post is a day late!! what the heck is wrong with blogger this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARLOW! My second post after I've touched down in KL again....dunno why, but over the last few days I haven't felt like blogging at all...must be I'm too busy having fun. I've been on the move ever since I came back. Been goin out every day and every night too...not always with my friends, but mostly my family. I've had 2 family dinners in a row...hmm..actually when you come to think of it, I spent every moment after I came back with my family...well except for the 2 hrs when I went yumchar with Oscar (because I really really REALLY needed a fag..and teh-o-ais limau) :P But other than that, its been family all the way until yesterday evening, when I went out at 6 (again with Oscar) to play pool and then on to a gathering at Steven's Corner at OUG. It wasn't too bad a gathering..except that I knew only 1 other person there besides Oscar...so I kinda kept quiet most of the time. Oh well. Today pulak went out with an ex-collegemate of mine. Heh...went to this place just outside Atria which serves some very very good vegetarian food...yummy! Its at the food court(?) that's right outside the entrance of Atria. Do call me along when you go...I wouldn't mind joining you :P But beware...the place is packed during lunchtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, anyone know a good bubble-tea place to recommend? My friends got me hooked onto it in Perth (where its much more popular), and I'm very addicted to it now. I need to get my fix of it at least once every few days or so. More often if I can. Hehe. I know there's one in Section 14...I had it today..they've got a big selection of flavours, but the pearls abit hard lah... :/ Heheh...am wondering just when in the world I became a bubble tea conniseur (is that how its spelt? I can't remember). Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who wanna call me...I've sent out my mobile number on the mailing list (those of you on it will know what I'm talking about, those of you who don't...oh go get stuffed :P ). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85217040?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85217040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85217040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85217040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85217040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-85039324</id><published>2002-11-24T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOP! I am HOME people! Feel free to call me anytime at my old handphone number...as in, the number I had BEFORE I left for Perth. Heh. Yea yea yea. I wanna go yumcharrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-85039324?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/85039324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=85039324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85039324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/85039324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/woop-i-am-home-people-feel-free-to-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84963021</id><published>2002-11-23T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST GRADUATED!!! Bwahahahaha....just finished the most final, of all my final exams ever! Tonite I wwill be meetin Jean, and clubbing after that (not with Jean tho..she wants to watch a movie at home ;P). Anyway, need to go now...gotta check my mail and clear out this pc then go home n continue packing before I gotta get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Malaysia...err...1. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84963021?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84963021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=84963021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84963021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84963021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/i-just-graduated-bwahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84878279</id><published>2002-11-21T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo..cut my hair and bleached it...AGAIN. Heheheheh. So those of you who wanna see me wit my new cut better meet up with me quick before it grows out! :P This time I dyed it properly...just the top..and a little on the sides...but the sides one can't see anything....its just a very dark brown/black...bleh wasted. But still, its different. And I like it. I bleached half of it myself....cuz since my hair's so short I don't need a mirror to do the back, because I don't have much hair at the back of my head anyway. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gotta go liaoz...need to study for exam this sat...bah...summore I'm going out tomorrow...souvenir shopping for family...I have no more luggage spaaace!!! *sob* Oh well. tataz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84878279?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84878279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=84878279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84878279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84878279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84826451</id><published>2002-11-20T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I had nothing to do but take quizzes. Hee. Forgive me, its my day off before I start studying for my exam on Saturday afternoon. Can you believe it? SATURDAY AFTERNOON! Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036301335_mboyresult.jpg" border="0" alt="tomboy"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Baby! That's me alright...rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Drudanatia/quizzes/What%20Weird%20Quote%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034168888_esirny_sar.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;What Weird Quote Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;Super Sarcasmo! You're the one with all the witty wisecracks. We bow before you. Really, we do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Drudanatia/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20sex%20fiend%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033705928_orWeblover.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you a sex fiend?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;LOVER. You're a lover, not a fighter. You're romantic, and sexy... possibly even sometimes kinky. But sex fiend... Never. You're too romantic for that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho!. Fits me to a T. And for all of you boy crazy people, here's a pretty picture for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Drudanatia/quizzes/Just%20How%20Weird%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033768736_l-american.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Just How Weird Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;All-American. You're so normal that it makes us sick. You probably think that everyone else is a freak... but you're so normal it's freaky, so in actuality.. You're kind of weird. &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cin would like this next test. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20vampire%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036108734_pireresult.jpg" border="0" alt="Sexy-like%20Vampire"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of vampire are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vizz/quizzes/Why%20Will%20You%20Go%20To%20Hell%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vizz/1035406223_CWINDOWSDesktoprpg.jpg" border="0" alt="NINJA"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Why Will You Go To Hell?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;You have been involved in a shameful online RPG, and your soul will never be clean. You've soiled the memory of a dead author and neglected yourself and other human beings for months at a time; there is no way to make up for this. The Lord has turned His eyes from you forever!&lt;br /&gt;Keep back, you utter trash!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vizz/quizzes/How%20Annoying%20Are%20You%20In%20Your%20Online%20Diary%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vizz/1035087876_opmoderate.jpg" border="0" alt="I%20am%20moderately%20annoying.%20Dammit."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Annoying Are You In Your Online Diary?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font="2"&gt;You are moderately annoying! Congratulations! There's hope for you, though not much. &lt;br /&gt;You are probably a nice person, but that doesn't make up for all this. Yet. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all from me. I'm sleepy. I want weed. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84826451?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84826451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=84826451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84826451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84826451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/okay-i-had-nothing-to-do-but-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84793556</id><published>2002-11-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:32:16.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah. I just finished my last assignment ever, which is why I havent really been posting very regularly these days. Been busy with work, don't y'know. Oh quit looking so shocked, I DO do my work, overall, I'm a pretty okay student. I always do my work and hand it up on time (unless I get an extension, of course). Always. I've never failed to hand up work before. I may slack a little when it comes to attending lectures and tutes (especially lectures, actually) but at least I still pass my courses. Come to th ink of it, I havent failed anything since back when I was in Form 5 and flunked my mid-term. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my assignment was a 35% website that I had to create. When I was finally done with it, I was like...man it looks good! But then, after seeing the websites done by other students, I realised that I didn't have enough theory packed inside. Well..I don't think I have any theory at all, just one or two personal observations. Mostly all that I wrote about was just my personal experiences. Oh no. Now I'm worried. Superbly worried. Heck, its 35%'s worth of my final mark...and I don't have enough theory in it...eep. This is not good. &lt;i&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Cindy asked me to put my website up on the net. Well, I guess I will..when I find a reliable host. I've never put a website up on the net before, so I'm not really too sure what to do. The closest I've come to it is with this blog, and I didn't really have to upload anything, just type and click on Publish. Heh. Yea, I'm a lazy arse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after this its off to the guild, I think, to check out some of the Murdoch t-shirts. I saw a couple of 'em..they're pretty nice. And not too expensive too. Besides, where else can you get these shirts anyway. Heh. Bleh. Me brain so dead. I'm so not used to suffering from lack of sleep. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84793556?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84793556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=84793556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84793556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84793556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/11/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84665166</id><published>2002-11-17T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T11:12:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah...Blogback's screwed up my comment section this time...sheesh...i can't read any of my comments now!! Waahhh! I'm changin to Haloscan like right NOW...blehs. How? Nice? :P Its much better than BlogBack, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..didn't get my weed today..my friend ffk me...basket...but nvm..asked another friend to try and get some for me, heh. Should get it by tomorrow or the day after..just in time for the weekend...yippee!! Hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at a friend's place today...wah...there wuz &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt; much food...I even got to tapau my next meal back..and there wuz still alot of food left over. It was a feast I tell ya..summo some of the juniors from my course were over there...holy cow, that bunch is hilarious! All of us laughed till our stomachs ached and then some. One or two of them were pretty good lookin' too...so technically, I got 2 feasts instead of just 1...heh..eyes and tummy...yum...&lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;. One of 'em looked just like the type of girl I'd always fancied..small sized, slim, long hair, ladylike but still sporty...and her personality is sooooooooo cute! Heheh. And the other one...of a different type of outlook, but one that I still fancy, albeit less than the first one. Tall, but not too tall, utmostly feminine, quiet, sweet looking, shoulder length hair....ugh...&lt;i&gt;*drool*&lt;/i&gt;. Beh tahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh...sumtin' awful funny happened earlier. Because I go online from the lab, the most popular question that my uni friends will ask me is "Is the lab printer working?" Coz the lab printer's always wanked, either due to some mysterious paper jam problem, or running out of toner. So tonight, so happens there was this one joker who stuck himself in front of the printer for like, 2 hours, printing out god knoes what. He had this stack of already printed papers in front of him, and he kept slotting more into the printer. He even got tired of standing and dragged up a chair and just SAT there slotting in new papers and collecting the printed ones and chucking them to one side. Anyway, 2 of my friends messaged me on ICQ and asked me about the condition of the printer, both stating that they had lots of assignment stuff to print. When I told them about the guy, both of 'em started cussing and swearing. Then, about half an hour later, just when they had cooled down, the guy stopped printing stuff. So I relayed that to my friends. They were happily thanking me until...the lab door swung open, another guy walked in with a huge block of fresh A4 papers and handed them to the first guy, who happily began feeding them into the printer again. I don't think I've ever heard my 2 friends swear &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much before in my whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, to all my former and current classmates, does this remind u of anything? =P hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nutang.com/rice/graphics/chinksleep.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Like, just because I don't do it anymore doesn't mean that I don't have a reputation to upkeep, don't y'knoe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84665166?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84665166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84665166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84665166'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84625031</id><published>2002-11-16T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T08:42:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woop! &lt;i&gt;*Dances around in joy*&lt;/i&gt; I got my presentation results back...I got a solid D!!!! I mean distinction. Heh. Yay yay yay! I got 75 marks for it, which is right smack in the middle of the distinction range. Hehehehe...me and my groupmates are still ecstatic about it...we each expected just a credit, which is what we normally get anyhow, but this was - is - incredible! All our hard, albeit last minute, work really did pay off. The slackers in class kicked ass! And we done kicked some GOOD ass...rofl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forgive me. Its rare I get anything higher than a Pass or Credit, which really does state quite clearly the quality of my work. In any case, I now know that if I can't get a proper job in an office, I can always work in a supermarket as a promoter...I should be good at that. Would anyone like a free sample? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lil stoned the night before last. Friend had just enough weed left for a joint, so we shared it. Heh. Am buying a half-bag for myself tomorrow, gonna cost me A$12.50. A friend of mine's gonna get it for me. He even assured me that the stuff he gets is very good cut, blah blah blah. Right. Like I care very much. I can't even tell the difference between the good and the better quality stuff. After all, its not like I smoke it all the time, or they give lectures about it in uni. Me just wanna get blazed well and good before I go back to a life of restrictions in KL. Thus I predict that this is gonna be a very stoney week for me...muehehehe. Oh yes yes yes! Hehoehoehoeheoheo. Okay I'm too hyper. I think its because I'm cold. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!!! Haahahaha...all to myself!!! Hahahahaha....&lt;i&gt;*jumps around like a maniac*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84625031?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84625031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84625031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84625031'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84487601</id><published>2002-11-13T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T12:34:05.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...I've sure been busy lately, haven't I? Its been awhile since I was that busy...and now I'm busy with something else...catching up with people's blogs. For those current entries..I commented. But for those past entries that I missed and have already been archived..I'll be commenting here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, a short grandmother story from me...(my actual post for today). There's the good news, and the embarassing news. Since I know all of you would want to hear the embarassing news first, I'll start with the good news. Yes, I know, I'm doing it on purpose. So blow me, ya wanker. Oh I &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt; love that phrase. Anyway, me went whale watching today! We had many many sightings! Was very lucky. Took some pictures...though when I'll actually post em up here will be a mystery not to be solved in the near future. Besides, who wants to see pics of whales flipping their tails out of the water anyhow? You get that enough on National Geographic. Me like being on boats, with the smell of the sea in my nose, the sight of the deep blue sea stretched before me and the wind blowing in my face and (not) ruffling my hair (my hair's stiff from gel and too short for the wind to do anything about it) &lt;i&gt;*thumbs nose up at Nina*&lt;/i&gt; Heh. I was the only one in my group of friends who didn't have wind ruffled hair after the 2++ hours of being on the boat. Everyone was jealous..rofl...especially this friend of mine who's unattractically windblown hair actually shocked one of the boat's crew...LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to the embarassing news. I get seasick. Quite easily too. Sigh. And I did so like the sea. I don't get sick when I'm on a motor boat though...the boat cuts through the water too fast for it to bob about much, but the boat I was on today was a fat bottomed scow that moved with the slightest ripple of water. Bah. How NOT to get seasick?? And I even took 2 of those 'seasick' pills. They didn't work. I still went all green and almost upchucked. Then when I went to the toilet to get better acquainted with it, I wasn't sick anymore. How irritating is that? But when I went back up, I got sick again. Bah. Finally I just decided to lean back against one of the comfy chairs and take a nap...which I succeeded in doing, even though I'd slept for 14 straight hours after my presentation the day before. Which was pretty good, if I do say so myself. The presentation, I mean. It was short and sweet (which was doubly good because the group before us went over the time limit by about 20 minutes..and the limit WAS 20 minutes), and we had food samples for the audience because our topic was about jam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, post is too long already, so will leave off with my comments for other ppl's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xtremys.pitas.com/"&gt;TJ&lt;/a&gt;: Happy Japan!!! Have fun!! (if you get to read this =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanishoney.pitas.com/"&gt;Hani&lt;/a&gt;: Read your blog on your dream house. It sounds beautiful. Really. You really have everything planned out nice. I havent really thought about what I'd want my future home to be like (I say 'home' because I don't believe in houses...I believe in homes. Its a substantial difference). Mostly I havent thought of it because I havent found the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with yet. Oscar isn't the one, neither is Jody, and neither is my other ex, Mei. Another reason why I havent thought of what my home would be like is because the only time I've ever thought about it is when Oscar or Mei brought it up. And the thought of spending the rest of my life (a really loooong time) with someone else still freaks me out, and I get all sweaty and panicky. Like I said, I havent found the right person yet. It makes a big difference. I'm not really a commitment-phobic...I'm pretty loyal. But I do believe in 1 day at a time...and I'm prolly like most men when they're faced with the decision of spending 'eternity' with another woman. Don't complain, people, I DID say MOST men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snx8.pitas.com/"&gt;San-chan&lt;/a&gt;: About your mom...a tip from me. Even though staying home may seem uncomfortable for you, its better than 'running around' at night and making your mom worry about where you are and what you're doing. That's probably another reason why she's so grumpy. She's worried and she doesn't like it much. After all, who likes to worry? Trust me on this, she DOES feel bad about acting irrationally the way she does. She's growing old and she knows it. Having to acknowledge your own mortality is a bad bad feeling. Especially knowing that you ain't no young blossom anymore, and death ain't as far off as it was when you were young. We still young punks. We're immortal. Imagine having this fear that you're gonna die soon and you won't be able to see your kids anymore, your family. That you can't give them advice, lead them along the path you think is the best for them...even if it really aint, all your mom is trying to do is help. Mom's tend to want to help overmuch..and usually in the worst possible way. That's why so many kids rebel. I know it, and I still rebel. Deep down your mom still loves you. Like Hani commented on Monday's entry on your blog, your mom DID remind your father. If she didn't care, she wouldn't have bothered whether you got the damned comic book or not. Err..if it was a comic book you wanted. I can't really remember. Just keep saying hi and bye to your mom, whether or not she's still throwing 'dark looks' at you. She's still your mother. At the very least, she deserves a 'hi' and 'bye'. Let her be grumpy, she carried you for 9 months and she couldn't scream at you for all the backaches you caused her. She prolly thinks this is the only way she can get revenge for that. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serabut.pitas.com/"&gt;Nina&lt;/a&gt;: Selamat Merry-Go-Round! Muahahahaha...and I still think you want me. So there. And err...didn't bother reading your story...too long lah..mata sakit...besides, I have no idea who your characters are...so it wouldn't be much fun for me.  Grats on exam, btw. Mine is on the 23rd. Oh joy, Saturday after next. And I'm leaving on Sunday night. Whee...watch me bury myself (knowingly) in facts and definitions, then packing. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeanbond.pixiestyx.com/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meowlin.pitas.com/"&gt;Mazzie&lt;/a&gt;: I dunno if you read my blog or not...but whether or not you do...I have no idea what you're talking about in your blog..but it seems to be a personal matter, so I'll stay out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://batuapi.clawz.com/"&gt;Muni&lt;/a&gt;: Gettin awfully cranky, ain't ya? Puasa and PMS gettin to you? Take it easy gurl...janganlah extreme sangat...I'll nuzzle you back into cheerfulness when I get back :P They don't call me a pussy cat for nuthin'. &lt;i&gt;*wink*&lt;/i&gt; Ahh...its nice to be named after my favourite food. Uhh..I mean bodypart. =P &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84487601?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84487601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84487601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84487601'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84372836</id><published>2002-11-11T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T10:27:28.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. Me so tired. But to avoid my work for a little longer...I'll blog. A short post won't hurt now would it? Well..considering its awfully late already and I still have lots of work to do..it may hurt just a little..but I'm willing to risk that. After all, I have a slacker's reputation to maintain. Heheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my 50% presentation tomorrow. Or rather later today. Hopefully I'll do well...everything hinges on me, cuz I'm the only presenter. My other 2 group mates insisted that I be the only one to present...and now I'm stuck with having to write out my 'script', make cue cards, and memorize 'em. Bah. The lucky sods. Just came from another friend's flat where we were working all day on this dumb presentation..getting the last minute details right..as well as finishing up our powerpoint and website for it. And no, the website's not on the web..its only in my friend's laptop. And its a crappy piece of junk anyhow...well it ain't TOO bad...but its nothing I'd bother looking at twice, thats for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm chugging Vanilla Coke by the 600ml bottle...just to stay awake. I've washed my face to wake me up abit (haven't done that in ages!) but my eyelids are starting to droop again. My eyes feel dry, contacts are sticking to my eyeballs, and the whole comp lab is empty except for one guy who HAS to be sitting at my fave comp. Lucky me. Oh, he's leaving now. Hurrah! Oh well...back to work...but first...its smokey smoke time!!! Yay! Hey don't look at me like that...I need all the caffeine and nicotene that I can stand without having it give me a headache...its gonna be a loooooong night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84372836?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84372836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84372836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84372836'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84315278</id><published>2002-11-10T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T07:49:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooo...its been a busy busy weekend :( But no worries, as usual, I still found the time to relax. Heh. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I took the whole of yesterday off from schoolwork (not that I have very much of it anyway) and the Internet (because it seemed to be too much trouble to walk down to the lab) to spend my time lazing around at home, just reading, eating, drinking (hey its dry here..makes me thirsty), reading, sleeping and reading. Heheh. Yes, I read alot. In fact, I spent the WHOLE day reading. It was glorious! But then again I do that most of the time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I've been reading so much lately (Finished off 5 books in a week...and almost done with the 6th) is because I've discovered the joys of the Murdoch library. I know, that may sound familiar but thats because I've said it before. That place is absolutely FILLED with nice books...most that I havent read before. Sadly, I've only got 3 weeks to read as much as I can before I leave. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, in 3 short weeks I WILL BE HOME! Hrm..actually I'm not too happy to be going home. Yea, sure its gonna be nice seein my friends again, but then I'll be giving up some of the things that I actually like about Australia. Like the clean air and clear skies, for example. Or the freedom I have. Or the wonderful radio and TV (not that I watch much of it anyhow but its always a comfort knowing that its there). Lots of simple stuff like that. If only certain aspects of Australia could be combined with certain aspects of Malaysia..then I'll truly have found my home. &lt;i&gt;*Blink blink*&lt;/i&gt; Gee...I'm starting to sound wistful...I definately think I've been reading too much...not that &lt;b&gt;that's&lt;/b&gt; gonna stop me though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, I'm rolling in the $$ this week!! A friend of mine just returned the A$280 she owed me...it feels good to have 3 greenbacks (A$100 notes) in my wallet, but then, sadly, the money isn't mine. It actually belongs to my aunt. Bleh. And then another classmate of mine owes me A$50 because I did an assignment for him..hehehe...50 bucks just for writing a 2000 word essay that I'd done before...summore it was the same question I did (because the joker only gave me 1 night's notice to do it). I think he really got his 50 bucks worth though, cos the essay I wrote for him definately looked a whole lot better than the one I handed in. But then the 50 bucks is as good as spent for me because I gotta pay for professional cleaning of some curtains cos I smoke in my room..and I didn't have time to give the drapes a wash before the SV supervisors did their major inspections. Bah. That is so not nice. But anyway gotta run..need to go to a friend's flat and help her with her laptop...even with my pitiful knowledge of computers, I still know more about 'em that all my other friends. And as Poledra (Belgarath's wife) would say, how remarkable. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no..both also the same as Munira's...lol...and why you wanna pinch my butt for gurl? Can't you find better uses for your fingers? Uh..hands? Heh..I meant hands. Really I did. Like it makes much of a difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MuffyTaj/quizzes/How%20Horny%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033452328_cturesuber.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Horny Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277815_tioncuddle.jpg" border="0" alt="cuddle%20and%20a%20kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84315278?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84315278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84315278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84315278'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-84130305</id><published>2002-11-06T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T11:55:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;!WARNING! LONG ENTRY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee...I havent blogged in many days. But I'm still not as bad a Nina. Or Fabian. Especially Fabian. :P *hint hint..BLOG MORE FABIAN!!!* Okay okay, I know you're very busy...but still...you have nice nonsense to read. &lt;i&gt;*blinks*&lt;/i&gt; No, I'm not in love with Fabian too thank ya'll very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been havin lots n lotsa dreams in the past few days. Maybe its the stress, maybe its the hormones, maybe its caused by too much sleep or an overactive mind, I don't know...but what I do know is that I've been dreaming about that girl again. I can't remember what the dreams were about...but I DO know she was in them...as the same 'character' she played in the earlier dream I had (refer to last entry). She keeps popping up in the past few days. Its not that I'm not happy to see her but...it keeps reminding me of the fact that of all the people that I know, she's not among them. 'That's kinda depressing, really. Of course, I'd be happily attached by now, and for the rest of my life too if I DID already know her (and that would be B-O-R-I-N-G) *ahem*, but then again, changing partners every 2 months or so is kinda tiring in the emotional sense. And depressing as well. I WANT THAT GIRL DAMMIT!!! I wanna hug her, and kiss her, and hold her tight at night and bury my face in her hair...uh...err...oops...sorry too mushy. But I really do wanna do those things. I love doin' those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..have you guys ever had those moments where you feel that everything is just perfect? Well, perhaps 'perfect' may be too strong a word..but...its like one of those moments where you get the strong feeling that everything is right in the world. When being alive makes you count your blessings and all you wanna do is just enjoy the moment, savour the peace and the happy feeling in your heart, ignore time and everything else around you. Hee. I had TWO of those moments on Monday. Lucky me! The first was when I was walking home after handing up my assignment (no, all this had nothing to do with finishing my work). Anyways, I was just walking back, when I looked up at the sky..and it was an absolutely AMAZING sky. Most people take the sky for granted, forgetting that if they ever want to look at something beautiful, all they had to do is look up. The sky on that day was perfect. (there goes that word again) It was a wonderful shade of blue, cloudless and framed by the view of faraway houses and trees. And the day was nice and warm, with a hint of a cool breeze...sigh...excellent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd 'perfect' moment I had that day was just after I woke up from sleep at about 8.30 that night (hey I did stay up the night before to do my assignment :P ). The room was dark, except for some light shining in through the window, and quiet, and the radio was playing my (currently) favourite song. And then there was that peaceful feeling again. This time there was a tinge of nostalgia in it, probably because I've lain in the dark many times in my life listening to the radio. And I just lay there on my bed, fully awake, not drowsy at all, for a full hour and a half, just listening to the radio and staring up at the ceiling. It was amazing. I'd like to do it again except that I can't get back the same peaceful feeling, which is regretful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* Now for the mandatory report on my lunch with Jean...since she left it up to me to post it. I was in my Writing for the Stage class when suddenly she smsed me. Free for lunch? she asked. Of course I said yes. Who in his/her right mind would say no to a lunch invitation by a beautiful, buxom, ravishing...okay okay I'll quit lying. :P Anyways, met up with Jean, went to the city, had Japanese (again..but not that I'm complaining), yakked for a good...erm...1 hour? 2? I dunno, I didn't check the time. Then went to Downtown Duty Free so I could drool over the portable CD players and MD players (which I can't afford anyhow). Then we went to Woolworths, where she wonderfully helped me with my grocery shopping (mostly junk food). Then I bought bubble tea (I have no idea why, but I've been having this craving for it in the past few weeks...and I only started drinking it when I was in Melbourne, believe it or not. I'm an addict! I'm a bubble tea addict!!! Oh heaven forbid!! &lt;i&gt;*Rolls eyes*&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, after that we went home. End of report. Err..what else to talk about? It was very nice of her to bring me around and such...for an (apparently) cranky person online, she's a really in person (muahahahahaha). :P Ok. I think I'm definately in a weird mood by now, so I'll drop this topic before she never invites me out ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! Hani! The script! Uh..play! It was performed in class yesterday in front of the whole class...not just my tute group...and they loved it! It got quite a few laughs and I actually got asked by TWO different people if I wanted it to be performed in next year's 1 Act Play Festival. Even though I'm not gonna be here for it, one of the girls who asked me (she played a very good Wilhelmina), offered to direct and...do everything else people do to organise plays. It was a great offer! You should be awful proud! Erm..but I don't know if I'm gonna accept their offer or not because its not my play (well, except for the additions and the edits), and since its an assignment I can't very well put your name on it without having my lecturer know that it wasn't my work. Problem lah. How? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-84130305?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/84130305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84130305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/84130305'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83941000</id><published>2002-11-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T10:32:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bwahahahahha....lookie what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitykiss.com/piercing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/trinitykiss/images/pqnavel.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitykiss.com/piercing"&gt;Which Piercing are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/gfx/fireele.jpg" width="252" height="177"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/ele/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which Element Represents You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif" width="17" height="17" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;kefkafanatic&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet" target="_blank"&gt;mental insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know..I've always wondered who this Annie Durian is..and today I found out. By myself (no, I didn't ask anyone!) So sorry Annie...gua betul betul tak tau!! But then again I've always been the slow one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshaw. Yesterday I woke up at 4am. Stayed in the lab till 11am, cooked and had lunch till 12pm, then continued and finished Belgarath the Sorcerer by David Eddings till 6pm. Then came the fun part! I slept all the way till 6am this morning. Heheh. 12 hours of sleep. Was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I had many many interesting dreams, most of which I can't remember. But one part that I do remember which happened just before I woke up to see the sun shining brightly through my window, is playing around in one of those man made beaches with a group of my friends. It was a weird but happy dream. I remember that the water felt funny...a little gel-like, viscous stuff that made running or walking slightly difficult. But everyone else seemed to be okay with it. We were playing around with a beach ball, kicking it around. Why I remember that, I have no frickin idea. But what I remember the most is that there was one girl among the group who was my girlfriend. Have any of you ever had those dreams of your perfect partner? Something like your soulmate. For those of you who don't believe, well, don't nag at me, this is just a dream. Anyway, it was like this girl &lt;b&gt;is (?)/was (?)&lt;/b&gt; my soulmate. She was Chinese, I think. Or Asian anyway. She had long black hair, slim figure and the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. I know that because there was one time when we were kicking the beach ball around in the water and she was standing in front of me, laughing, then she just turned around and flashed that smile at me...okay this is starting to get embarassingly mushy. Me gonna go out and have a smoke and think about her summore...but I won't write any more about it here. It was weeeiiirrdd. Nice dream, but still weird. But I think I've had this kinda dream before..I just can't remember it. Bleh, must be assignment stress that's screwing my head up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83941000?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83941000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83941000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83941000'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83901854</id><published>2002-11-01T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T18:20:06.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay okay, so I haven't posted for 2 days, but I've been busy..and tired. Managed to get my assignment deadline extended till Monday 9am. Or was it 9.30am? &lt;i&gt;*scratches head*&lt;/i&gt; Nevermind. Did a presentation yesterday too...from slacking off and being the worst presenter in the whole group during our trial run, with 20 minutes of practice I became the best. HAH! That showed them. Scold me summore la. The worst person in my group who presented was this Swedish girl who, apparently, is a real bitch. Of course, I wouldn't know, because I've only been to 2 group meetings out of..err...say 6-7? During the presentation all she did was stand in front, stare hard at the paper, and mumble sentences that even &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; couldn't hear...and I was sitting in the front of the class with the rest of my group mates. Not only did she drag down our marks with that, she also created long moments of absolute silence by simply standing there, looking at her paper, and blinking. Of course, she DID speak some, but whenever she didn't mumble her sentences, she'd go in circles and repeat herself several times. If the whole thing hadn't been so terribly embarassing, I'd have been laughing my ass off. Anyway we got a low Distinction as our grade. The lecturer said it would've been higher, 'cept that we ran over the length of time permitted. &lt;i&gt;*Grumbles at stupid Swedish girl* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seeing that its 10am now, which is my usual time of the &lt;b&gt;night&lt;/b&gt; (my bodyclock runs on US time now) for me to start behaving erratically, I shall take the risk and point out the obvious. I've changed my blog template &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;*Winces and docilely awaits punishment*&lt;/i&gt; My Blog's so much prettier now. I think I'll leave it at this template for awhile (why does that line sound so familiar?). Whatever it is, at least I know I'm definately getting a &lt;b&gt;little&lt;/b&gt; better at messing around with my template. I haven't had any major accidents for awhlie now. For those of you who can't do html for nuts, don't worry, I'm with you! We can blunder around together! &lt;i&gt;*high fives you, whoever you are*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I'm gonna go home now and get something to eat. I'm feeling decidedly peckish (no, not of the fowl variety, and neither is it because I'm in a bad temper. I'm in quite good spirits today). Must be PMS again...I'm actually eating 2 meals a day now. Mmmm...lots of cabbage is in order...and screw the gas. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83901854?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83901854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83901854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83901854'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83776033</id><published>2002-10-30T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T08:51:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jean says maybe I'm becoming attractive to men (note: attractive to, not attracted to..women still rock). I definately agree. Men do find me attractive. Fortunately for me, they're all GAY men. &lt;i&gt;*Blink blink*&lt;/i&gt; Oh wait. There're 2 straight guys I know who think I'm attractive too. Damn, is this whole world turning bi-sexual or something??? I look like a &lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt; dammit, how can any straight guy think I'm attractive and still consider himself straight? Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo J, or Jester, or...err whatever other names you go by :P Why the sudden interest in me? I barely know you. Of course, that might change in the future, but it still applies for now. Hani says she thinks you think I'm interesting. &lt;i&gt;*Blink blink*&lt;/i&gt; Hold up a sec...&lt;i&gt;*mumbles to herself...Hani says she thinks you think...ah ok got it right*&lt;/i&gt; AHEM. Now where was I. Oh, cabbage gives you gas. I just found out. Jean's known all along. This is not fair! How come no one's ever mentioned it before? There're always fart/gas jokes about baked beans or beer and whatnot, but never, never any jokes about cabbage! Why are there no jokes about cabbage??? *Whines unbecomingly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..think I gotta go...wanna go outside the lab and burp all this crappy air out before the whole lab hears my stomach making funny sounds...&lt;i&gt;*uRp!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Skuze me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately ate too much cabbage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83776033?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83776033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83776033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83776033'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83730638</id><published>2002-10-29T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T11:50:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogs really are useful. Comment sections even more so. We can rant, we can scream, we can sympathize, we can discuss our deepest thoughts and feelings here. And other people sympathize. We are never alone, no matter how much we think we are. Bloggers don't have to keep repeating life stories to friends. We can just say "Go read my blog" (direct quote from Hani), and "Comment!" (another quote from her) for those of us with comment sections. Its wonderful. I'm definately rediscovering the wonders of blogging. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my Writing for the Stage tute today. The play Hani allowed me to edit is a success (so far anyway ;P ). Its being chosen as one of the 3 plays my tute group has to present to the whole class. Of course, technically, being a work in progress, there're were alot of suggestions for stuff to be added in, removed and changed from the original script. Hani, you should be proud. Its excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a single yesterday. Cost only A$2. (Anyone jealous yet? Heh.) Taxiride's "How I Got This Way". Really excellent song, and sort of suits me, for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sweep it under the rug&lt;br /&gt;Hurt the ones that you love&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when or where&lt;br /&gt;Sit alone with the one&lt;br /&gt;Who shines her light on the sun&lt;br /&gt;A darker day now I have lost my way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You think I've changed, but I'm the same &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it really matters&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there is no need to disagree&lt;br /&gt;Set your mind on better days&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking all of the rules&lt;br /&gt;Act like some kind of fool&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my own and you will never understand&lt;br /&gt;Building the walls around me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it really matters&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there is no need to disagree&lt;br /&gt;Set your mind on better days&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enough about me&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a hard place, let down your guard&lt;br /&gt;Soak in summer daze&lt;br /&gt;Trippin' with craze I close my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it really matters&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm never gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there is no need to disagree&lt;br /&gt;Set your mind on better days&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83730638?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83730638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83730638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83730638'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83674851</id><published>2002-10-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T11:05:23.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. My name is Boon. I'm an overprotected brat. Now I'm a half-useless young adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get some independence. I've just realised that I act too much like a little kid among my friends. I should grow up more. As I was saying to Nina on ICQ, I wanna be capable, confident and independent. Right now I'm just blur, adorable and semi-independent. I'm thinking its because for some twisted reason of mine, I tend to bring out the maternal instincts of my friends. They help me with almost EVERYTHING (no, they don't bathe me or feed me or tuck me in). Nina says it would help if I was less blur, but you see, the blurness sort of comes with being automatically babied by everyone. I'm not expected to know anything (in fact, its quite surprising if I DO know anything). If I don't know something, I'm either briefed on the spot (saves me from having to remember it), or I'm forgiven automatically. Its become natural for me to be blur, and not to know stuff. Chee...with people pampering me all the time, who would want to do things by themself? Hrm..that's my main reason for staying blur, and being the only butch in a huge group of females...it makes things even tougher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being the pampered one does have its advantages. Things are just done for me. But it has its disadvantages as well. For instance, when I'm with those people who just exude self-confidence, as if they really know their stuff (even though they actually don't) I feel as if I'm at a disadvantage. I feel &lt;i&gt;crippled&lt;/i&gt; by my not knowing what to do. And for some reason, due to all the pampering (and a passion for the familiar), I'm not a very adventurous person. Like, a small step at a time is fine, but not always. Heh. Me no guts. But then its like I get this strong feeling that some people think I'm hopeless because I don't like to take risks and do certain things. I've been wayyyy too sheltered. Thats not good. If any of you guys ever come across any parents or friends who're overprotective of their kids...please...tell them not to do it so much. Its really quite damaging. Its like learning how to walk when you're already in kindergarden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I'm learning how to get around on my own and stuff, even though it took me 7 of the 8 months that I've been in Perth to get me started. I've got 1 month before I go back home, back to the (over)'protective' wings of my mother. Bleh. From frying pan into the fire. With my mom, if I try to take the initiative to be independent, she thinks I'm being rebellious...now look whats happened...I'm a naturalized incompetent pampered brat. Bah! *grumble grumble grumble grumble....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83674851?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83674851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83674851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83674851'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83604177</id><published>2002-10-27T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T12:11:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First, I shall state 3 things. Blogger bad. Murdoch internet connection bad. Gay clubs good. Now, I shall start an eventful night's worth of blogging...and I'll try to keep it short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a gay parade last night. Then on to 2 gay clubs. The parade itself was quite alright, abit short though..about 50 minutes or so in length. Except that there was this big bunch of asian students in front of us who were TALL bastards (and bitches) and wouldn't lean down a little for the benefit of those of us standing further back. But that wasn't so bad...it was pretty much expected. The irritating part was this chubby girl standing diagonnally in front of me, to my left. She was so...irritating would be the most polite way to put it. She kept shouting "Go baby! Hey sexy!" the whole time...or other combinations of those 4 words. Airhead. 4 word vocabulary airhead. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade was over my friend and I went to a gay club called &lt;i&gt;Court&lt;/i&gt;. 2 good things about the place wuz that it was a big place, with different types of music, and cover charge was only a$5 (normally free). The bad thing about it was that it was so packed in most of the areas that it was hard to move. Everyone was rubbing against each other, it was as if the whole G&amp;L community of Perth were all congregating at that one club alone. I didn't know many people, except the 1 friend (and his friend) that I went with, but we made some friends along the way and the bunch of us ended up sticking together. Wasn't really interested in the chicks there, cuz all the good lookin ones were already taken. The single ones were..err..well to me they weren't worth the effort of picking them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Court (which closed at 2am), we moved on to a place called &lt;i&gt;Connie's&lt;/i&gt;. Not even half as big as Court, Connie's (to me) is kind of a dodgy place. Its dark, the dance floor's sticky, the other customers there are a mixture of kinda old and unattractive, to young and attractive. The only problem is, not that many young dykes go there. I have no idea why. Is there a better place to go? I wonder. We stayed at Connie's for about 3 hours, and left at 5, at the false dawn and headed to Mackers because we were starving, before catching a cab back to my friend's place, where I was supposed to stay the night (morning?). A word of advice...never take cabs in Aust unless you have no other choice. They cost a BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I bore you to death with unnecessary details, on to the juicy part. I think I look too much like a guy, even when I &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; my best to look like a girl. Like last night. I was wearing almost the same thing I was in the &lt;a href="http://boonzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;, with the exception of the pants and the t-shirt. The pants and t-shirt I wore last night were of a different color. Now, I know I'm a relatively good looking person, I've even been called 'cute' on several occassions (no, I'm not bragging, just setting the stage for the point I'm about to make), but does that mean I've got to get hit on by FOUR gay guys? In the same night? One kissed me on the cheek (he didn't wait for me to say yes), the other tried to stop me and make small talk as I was looking for a friend of mine, the 3rd (some drunk guy) wanted to dance with me even &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; I told him I was female and wouldn't stop hounding me whenever he saw me, and the 4th (a sober 1 nite stand of the 3rd guy) even tried to grope me. Very interesting. I shoulda been born with a dick and gay. At least that way I woulda definately gotten laid last night, rofl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In consolation though, I DID get kissed (on the cheek) by another dyke...except that she was abt mid-late 30's, and her glaring, sullen partner was about to crush my hand when she was supposed to be shaking it. Oh well. At least I know I'm attractive. *Evil grin* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83604177?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83604177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83604177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83604177'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83468930</id><published>2002-10-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T11:16:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOKAY! Me back in bizness after 1 night of absence (not my fault!) due to Blogger/Blogspot having problems. They did NOT upload my latest post/changes to template last night up till today. But its working now :) And I've even got the pics link working (look to the left...a lil further down...a lil more..lil more...hey hey hold up! Don't look under Hani's skirt! *Runs and hides behind TJ*....Muehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me so happy. Stupid Blogger finally working. I really should change to pitas. Err..but gotta wait up till I have more free time to come online...next week will be a real killer. I got 2 presentations, 1 minor one, 1 super major one (I think its...40%? 35%? of the final grade), and a major essay (only slightly less major than the super major presentation...the essay's worth 35% or so as well), all to be completed by Friday. Its gonna be a MAD week...I'll be havin lots of fun. Muehehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boon &lt;-------*has very weird idea of fun*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muehehehehee....*needs to go pee*....*chuckles with glee*....*does not have flea..uh..s*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83468930?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83468930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83468930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83468930'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83420572</id><published>2002-10-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T13:06:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll. Been trying to change the template, but apparently somethin's screwy with blogspot cuz for some reason its not updating my changes. Its either that or I made a mistake somewhere, which means dat I gotta start from scratch again, and I'm really too tired for that. Right now I don't give much of a damn what it looks like. Comment section is apparently still down. Or so I think. Whatever, its still screwy. Will fix more when I have more brainpower and energy. And I'm hungwiiieeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Met Jean today. Or Maybs. Or whatever she would like to be called. LOL. Went to Garden City for lunch and yakked..and yakked..and yakked. and ate something. Oh, did I mention we yakked? And Jean, you were right. I think our blogs sound almost the same. Yay us. *Rolls eyes* Neways, I had fun. Me going home to zzzz now before I stone to death while listening to POD, Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, DMX and Korn. *Shudders* Its amazing I don't get nightmares. At least I'm not in a Marilyn Manson mood tonight. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Yeah. Blogspot is definately NOT uploading my stuff. The bastards! They killed Ken...uh...I mean their damned server is down! Or something. Pah. I should change to pitas someday. Is it more reliable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83420572?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83420572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83420572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83420572'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83396656</id><published>2002-10-23T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T02:09:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee....I kinda forgot to blog yesterday. Well..not really FORGOT, but I was doing work, and didn't get down to blogging yet. Mueheheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Oscar not to bug me anymore with her SMS's through out the day. And she actually agreed. YAY! Excellent. I was really getting rather irritated by her constant smsing. Haha. Anyway, short blog now since I'm at my friends house. Will write more later tonight. Oh, oh, oh, I met JEAN! Yay :P &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83396656?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83396656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83396656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83396656'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83306866</id><published>2002-10-21T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T10:50:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Herroz!&lt;br /&gt;Today, the main topic of my post will be about Hani. And several other things. *Blinks nervously at Hani* Well I can't talk THAT much about you...I don't want Tariq to get jealous, you see? I wouldn't risk something like that unless I was really going after you. Which I'm not. I have enough problems on my hands with Oscar alone. Anyway, to honour Hani (the rest of you will find out why soon enough), I shall devote my first topic of discussion to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANI. Being the last minute person that I am, I just remembered around 10pm tonight that I had to write a scene for tomorrow's Writing For The Stage class. Well, actually it was due last week but I skipped class and totally forgot about it till earlier tonight. Shocked? Don't be, I do it often. Anyways, when I came online, I met Hani on ICQ (like I have for the past few nights ever since I began coming online from the SV lab). Then I began whining about my assignment (the beginnings of my last minute panic-drive that I use to push aside my reluctance for doing assignments). After some whining, she generously sent me one of her own plays, allowing me to edit and use it for class. She's a wonderful person, isn't she? Okay enough gushing (just for now. More to come later actually). She effectively saved me from another long night of failed brainstorming and lousy work. I'm a bad writer. Really I am. I ramble far too much than is good for me. The best work I've ever done were those sick Sailormoon skits that I did back in Form 5 Science class when I was bored. Anyone remember those? If no one does, its perfectly all right, since I'm a self acclaimed lousy writer anyhow. But if anyone ever wants to read those dumb skits, I think I still have em somewhere at home...if my sis hasn't thrown em away out of ignorance (she does that once in awhile...throw things away I mean). Anyway, I digress. Back to Hani. She's a wonderful, brilliant writer (more gushing). She's a much better writer than me by far. If anyone wants to read her script, called &lt;i&gt;There's No Play Tonight&lt;/i&gt;, ask her for a copy. Or me. I'll happily send it by email (because my ICQ's screwed up. 2002a has a shitload of bugs). Or by IRC, if anyone chats on Dalnet. But I don't think anyone does. But then again I'm not too sure...does anyone here even chat on IRC? Besides me, that is. Damn, I digress again. Back to Hani once again (more gushing to come). She's such a wonderful person (have I said that before? I forget). She's also the first ever person to help me with an assignment. Or rather to let me use hers. Thats wonderful. After...err...many many years of studying its the first time this has ever happened to me. Thank you Hani! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other topics. Um...do I have any? Oh, yes. Eh wait..I forgot what I was gonna say. Ah duh. I did have something...I just can't remember it!!! Nevermind..I'm on AFB mode right now (AFB = Away From Brain). It must come from having blond hair (just a little bit really). Anyway, end of blog. Me gonna go read and comment on everyone else's blogs (except TJ's...you have no comment section! GET ONE!), before I go do my work. I have alot less stress now that I have something solid to work with. LONG LIVE HANI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - There Hani, a whole post just on you...thanks for the script! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83306866?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83306866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83306866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83306866'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83248925</id><published>2002-10-20T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T06:04:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleah...I effectively lost 1 day yesterday. Stayed up at the lab the entire friday night all the way till Saturday EVENING like about 6pm or so (18 hrs straight) before going home n knocking off till 6am today morning. Rofl. So basically I had a super long Friday and no Saturday. Come to think of it, I didn't even eat anything on Saturday. I think its the 1st time in my life that I've ever gone without food for more than 24 hours. Utterly amazing. While I was in the lab I just didn't feel like going home to eat..and by the time I got home I was too zoned out to feel hungry. So there goes 1 totally wasted(?) and uneventful day. However, I just can't imagine a better way to spend it. Here anyway. If I was back home I could've ajak one of you guys out or something. Or at least I woulda eaten something :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Jean, if yer lookin for me around campus, just look for someone quite close to the ground (read: SHORT), with hrm...armyboy haircut n the sides of my hair dyed a dark brown...the top's light brown..or something like that. I'm always wearing cargo pants, dark colored sneakers and shirts of some sort. And...whether or not you see me, look for me!! I'm goin home in  a month and...6 days (eep so fast) and I still havent met you and I've been here like..err..since February (I'm too lazy to count the number of months =P). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayyyy...doesn't anyone come online during the day on Sunday? I've been on ICQ since...9am today..(its 9pm now) and I havent seen a single person..err..those on my list anyway. Where IS everybody? Oh and Hani...I was discussing with my friend about that theory of yours..the one we were talking about where you explained to me how you picked your flies? If you don't remember just ask me =P. Anyway, I was really thinking about trying out your theory...as revenge on someone whom I thought was a friend but played both sides of the field on a matter of trust. She assured me she was on my side, then assured the person I was arguing with exactly the same thing. Now she's like best friends with one of my enemies...so..heheh...a multi-purpose target. But Oscar said I shouldn't. What goes around comes around, she says. Oh well. I'm still considering it. Besides, this person oughta be an easy enough 1st target..she used to like me..ROFL. Except that I'm not supposed to know that. The info was courtesy of Oscar...lol. Interesting bit of gossip she had there. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83248925?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83248925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83248925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83248925'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83194346</id><published>2002-10-18T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T20:00:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. and I got a new URL redirect thingie. :P For those of you who're interested...err...mostly whoever else happens to have linked me, my blog can also be found at &lt;i&gt;http://slingshot.to/ash&lt;/i&gt; Heh. Shioknya. It was a choice between takeoff.to and slingshot.to. Slingshot sounded nicer. The rest all..very boring lah..like clix.to or clik.to or destined.to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hr,. Bravenet.com is a pretty interesting place. It offers lots of free stuff for webmasters. Heh. Yes, I already got some of the more interesting ones...just look to the right. =P And Liquid2k's AccessFileman is IMPOSSIBLE to use in the early morning. I have no idea why. Its really weird...it says it uploads, but it always ends up as 0.00kb files. Then when I try to upload the same file later one (at night) it uploads perfectly fine. Strange. And irritating too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I should start sleeping regular hours. Staying in the lab all through the night all the way into mid/late morning/afternoon is starting to be very weird. To other people that is, not to me. I'm perfectly fine with it. But I start doing all these nonsense...well not really nonsense. I can always say that I'm practicing for the upcoming 2 websites that I've got to build as assignments. Sigh. Even a thing of pleasure becomes work. What kind of a world is this?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83194346?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83194346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83194346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83194346'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83189421</id><published>2002-10-18T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T15:49:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since its officially the end of the school week for me (like duh, it IS Friday) and for many other people who are as lucky as me, I counted how many classes I've attended this week. Out of 7 classes (3 lectures, 3 tutes and 1 lab class), I've attended a grand total of..*drumroll please*...1 and 1/5 classes. Amazing isn't it, how many classes a person can skip even though they DID try to make it for class. They just kept oversleeping. Its really not their fault. Really. Its not. I am such a bad liar. I kept setting my alarms like 1 1/2 hrs BEFORE my classes were supposed to start, but for some reason I kept waking up half an hour after the classes had already begun. A typical (for this week only, and not entirely guilt-free) day of classes would be like this...e.g. I had a class at 1.30, and then another class at 3.30. I set my alarm for 12. The alarm would always ring. And Í'd always put it on snooze. Then I'd forget totally that I had classes (still on the Holiday Mood Syndrome), and wake up at 2pm, thinking that I'd forgotten something. Eventually I'd remember, then say oh well, by the time I get ready and walk to class, it would already be over, so I decided, oh well, lets just skip this one, sleep for awhile more, and wake up nice and ON TIME for my next class. So I'd sleep back, and wake up at...4pm for my 3.30 class. Brilliant aren't I? Yes, I know many of you would agree. As for those of you who don't...talk to the hand. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing good about today was I dressed up really smartly to go to uni. Don't ask me why, I just felt like it. Gelled my hair (sort of..it stuck back up anyway, the only thing the gel did was make it HARD..and stuck up. Sort of like an erection.), wore a short sleeved shirt (without a t-shirt inside..those of u who remember how I dress would know that I always wore a shirt with a t-shirt inside), tucked into my best pair of pants (and I rarely, rarely VERY rarely tuck in my shirts), wore my sunnies n such...heh. I know I looked good. And most importantly, I felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got around to putting my pic up. Heh..yes I know, I've been procrastinating. Some of ya'll may have seen this pic before, some of ya'll may have not. Its all good. Now all of ya'll can see it. Lol. Okay forgive my bad jokes, I'm in a weird mood right now. I can't help it. Its really not my fault...its all those external influences. And the weird fact that I've only had ONE cigarette since...hrm lemme see...it was so long ago its hard to remember...erm...11.30pm? I can't help it, Imma chain smoker. And please, don't nobody analyze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Winamp3 rocks :) So does Linkin Park's My December and DMX's Party Up (Up In Here) and What You Want (feat. Sisqo). Oh those are some frickin MAD songs! Excellent. I recommend! For those who like Rock and Rap, that is. And for a simple game recommendation, try this website:- &lt;a href="http://www.seethru.co.uk/zine/south_coast/helicopter_game.htm"&gt;Fly The Copter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83189421?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83189421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83189421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83189421'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83131516</id><published>2002-10-17T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T12:38:41.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well now. I was gonna update later, but then Hani bullied me into doing it sooner instead. She's really a very good bullier, I tell ya. Anyone need any professional bullying done, go look for her. I couldn't blog last night because the stupid internet connection was down. Again. For the (seemingly) hundreth time this year. Geez, for such an established university, the Internet system here is quite sucky. And because of the rush, I'm currently exhibiting signs of the...uh...'Blogger's Block' syndrome. This is not good. Hrm what day is it by the way? Oh right. Thursday. Damn, I havent been to a single class this week. I simply cannot skip anymore classes. Well...maybe just one or two just before the end of semester...but most certainly not right now. Oh wait. It IS just before the end of semester! *Bonks herself* Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went to the city all by myself yesterday. (Yes, it's a big deal to me cuz I never did it before). I absolutely HATE getting lost. I'm pretty lucky that I went though...I had to go because I had to pay for my plane ticket back to KL (which I did and its sitting happily in my wallet right now). And while I was in Northbridge looking for Joy Tours, I saw a huge, HUGE banner announcing GAY PRIDE PARADE, 26TH OCTOBER 2002. Brilliant. A gay parade and I didn't know about it. If this was back in KL, I'd be helping to ORGANISE the bloody thing. I am so out of touch here its disgusting. Oh and you know what else? I went into this interestingly named bookshop called Arcane Bookshop which was having a 15% off discount on all G &amp; L products. I then picked up a magazine called Bloom magazine, which informed me that THIS WHOLE FREAKIN MONTH HAS BEEN GAY PRIDE MONTH!!! Aughh...all the things that I've missed...but at least I'm still going for the parade. Unfortunately...the parade's on the very same day as the Ministry of Sound rave...AUGHHH....gay pride parade or MOS rave??? *Sob* The last rave of the year for me...and I can't go..because its just a rave. How can I miss out on a Gay Pride Parade? If I did I wouldn't be gay. Damn...being gay is more sacrifice than just missing out on some job offers, or gettin weird looks in public (mostly when I'm in the male toilet), or getting insulted and looked down upon. I gotta sacrifice my MOS rave!! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Oh well. Its all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody said today that I'm still clinging on to her. As if I ever even TRIED to deny that. Of COURSE I'm clinging onto her. The person I (currently) want most in the whole damn world indicates to me that I don't measure up to her (rather high) expectations, and she expects me to forget about her all in the snap of her fingers. Ah duh. What does she think I am, Superman or something? I'm TRYING, you shit horse, I'm trying. I need time to do difficult stuff like this. *Rolls eyes* (If she reads this I am so DEAD). =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Oscar...I'm really undecided. Alotta new factors came into play tonight, such as me actually reading her explanations. Will not say more on the subject, because I actually have no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went for haircut too yesterday. My hair is now super super short. My flatmate commented that I look ready for army boot camp. Yes, its &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; short. 1 inch on the fringe, just over 1 cm along the top of my head and about 3(?) millimeters along the sides and back. I can't even gel it properly anymore, and that's no fun. I also lightened the sides and back with a little bleach. My mom will SO kill me if she ever saw my hair like this. But I may do it again just before I go back so all you guys can see it too. ^_^ Lets just see if I have the guts to do that or not. I may just bleach the tips blond too ;) Ah beng to the max okay. ROFL. Should I? Or should I not? Comment, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83131516?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83131516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83131516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83131516'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-83025407</id><published>2002-10-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T13:08:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa...I spent 14 hours at the lab yesterday..or rather earlier today. It was mad! I shoulda brought my sunnies cuz by the time I left the lab it was almost noon. Had a few problems with the template today (As Cin and Hani are my witnesses). I can't stop fiddling with the template. I keep adding things, changing things, trying out new things (which invariably DO screw up the template sooner or later). I tried to add in a marquee earlier. Took the coding from a friend's site and just tried to add it into the template wholesale. Not only did it NOT work, it also wiped the whole template clean, and leaving me without a backup copy of the coding for my template (I actually suspect it wasn't my fault but blogger's.), which resulted in me painstakingly picking out all the customized bits from the source of my own UN-refreshed blog (fortunately I had a window opened to my own blog at the time) and re-customizing the template again. Thank god it wasn't a template that I had written (because I don't know jack about HTML or java), so I didn't have to rewrite the whole template. Anyway, as you might expect, I think I'll leave the marquee business alone for the time being. Maybe I'll try it again tomorrow  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, the lil fucker won't save the most recent (of all the other recent) changes to my template..it keeps saying that it ran out of string space (whatever THAT means). Anybody can tell me? What, do I have too many things on the template or what? I really think blogger's having a problem..perhaps too many users logged in at the same time. I couldn't even access my blog settings earlier, so I decided to post instead. Hopefully the publishing of this doesn't go wonky as well, as its a little like the Hotmail compose option...it doesn't save your text when you accidentally navigate away from the Sent page. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Nina, I don't need to be bullied anymore. Go ahead and link me. Hani had to bully me because she wanted to link me on the very first day I started blogging..that was kinda scary actually. But she bullies really well, so I didn't mind all THAT much. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-83025407?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/83025407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83025407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/83025407'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82991395</id><published>2002-10-14T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T18:41:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yierrrr...I never got down to doing my work. Decided to skip the class today and present it to my lecturer at next week's class instead, lol. I'm still in holiday mood! I should be on holidays still! Argh...I wish I could have those 2 weeks back again...damn :( hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82991395?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82991395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82991395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82991395'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82975003</id><published>2002-10-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T11:46:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its amazing how you can know something, and understand it even, but not realize it until its pointed out to you in a very direct way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bomb blast over in Bali on Saturday night. Some of you may have seen it on the news or on CNN. Its a suspected terrorrist act. The death toll (last I heard) is 180+ people, and over 300 injured. Many of them were Western Australians. 3 bombs went off in 3 different popular nightclubs, all of them tourist spots. According to a local newscaster who flew over to Bali to 'check out the scene', all that was left of one of the clubs was merely "a smoking hole in the ground". Its not a nice thing to talk about, but listening to the news over the radio this morning when I was thinking about my own problems...they seem extremely trivial compared to people dying and in pain and fear. The radio was having interviews of people who were still waiting for news from loved ones, and people who's relatives managed to get back safely. Or alive, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that..I've decided to give Oscar another chance. And stay friends with Jody (not that I had much of a choice on that matter). I won't make excuses for my decisions, except that life is short, might as well live it and enjoy it while I still have the chance and quit moping around about things that I don't or can't have. I still miss Jody though. She's magnetic. In my whole life I've only known 2 ppl that affect me this way...1 I'll never have, which is good because what I don't know, I won't miss. The other...I've had, and I'll always regret the fact that I'll never be the one who was able to keep her. If you guys ever find someone who makes you glad to wake up in the morning just so you'll have another chance to see their face again..try your best to keep him or her. Becuz..if you don't try, you won't know. I think I've tried..havent stopped trying yet..but I'm half given up already LOL. Okay now I'm rambling....and PMSing. Better stop now and go do my work. And I'm hungry too dammit! Oooo...I got candy bar...mine mine all MINE! Muahahaha...okay..really need to go do work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82975003?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82975003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82975003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82975003'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82927515</id><published>2002-10-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T11:14:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jody just got att again..to one of her ex's..a friend of mine. Me n her..was supposed to be a fling...only a fling..so why do I even CARE? Fuck that man...I need a new target LOL. Someone intro me to a decent girl please! I need to get J out of my head... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82927515?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82927515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82927515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82927515'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82917516</id><published>2002-10-13T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T06:07:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh..spent over 12 hours at the lab yesterday...that just shows how much time I actually spend on the comp when I haven't anything else better to do. Just added the Blogback/Shoutout function to the blog...its pretty neat..reminds me of the ecircles/communityzero comment functions. The only problem is that I dunno where all of it is stored...and that I can't edit or delete any of the contributions. *Scratches head* This is good practice for the 2 upcoming websites that I gotta create...except that one of them I gotta do it all in html by myself...painstakingly writing all that code...oh horror of horrors...why did I have to take Cyberpraxis. If I actually wanted to write so much code I'd have taken up Comp. Sc. instead of Communic. and Culture. Damn, talking about skoolwork reminds me that I still have a stupid stage play to write by noon of Tuesday...and I only have a rough idea of what I've gotta do..lol....luckily my lecturer's a relaxed guy...I can prolly present it the following Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, had an interesting chat with Oscar last night (or rather early this morning). She sounds a little obsessed. Hmm...actually she sounds more than just a little obsessed. She sounds awfully nuts, really. Here's a little exerpt from our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[EdGe`] : ahahah so wat if i got back with u..then still sleep with jody&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : me n u, we wont last&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : if u so still wanna sleep wif her, dun tell me n i won't ask n i will give u space&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : if dat's whut u want&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : sigh...dun u find dat u sound abit desperate?&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : u knoe..a wife can stand her husband beat her..but can't stand her husband sleeping wif another..but i can stand both ..cuz i love u very much&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : n if dat's whut u like to do i won't ask&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : are u nuts?&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : mebbe u think am desperate..but am just wanting a 2nd chance for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : ;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sound nuts enough? Here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O^scar : thou u say am now nuts or whatever shitz, i just knoe i only want u&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : i dun care if u say it's not worth or what..&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : i just love u &lt;br /&gt;O^scar : dat's all&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : u're weird&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : am not&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : i really love u&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : issit wrong?&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : up to u&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : sigh&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : pls dun give us up&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : no matter how long am gonna wait&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : if it takes forever&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : let it be&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : pls keep in heart..oscar loves u forever&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : u'll alwiz haf a special place in me&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : wonderful&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : i love u&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : i love u&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : ok&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : i dun give up on u..no matter what ;(&lt;br /&gt;[EdGe`] : u're freakin me out man&lt;br /&gt;O^scar : .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback ppl..please!! She's starting to really scare me with her "I love you's" and "I'll never give up's"..kinda like my other ex..err...some of you know about her and some of you don't. That's okay though, cuz that's a whole nuther story. And Oscar also wants me to stay for 2 days at her place when I go back to KL...that is, BEFORE I go back home and surprise my parents that I'm back (yes, my trip back is a surprise..they expect me to stay in Perth all summer). Help, anyone? Suggestions? Opinions? Solutions even? Anything would be good, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way TJ...GAPO ITU DATING??? *Rolls around the floor laughing like mad*...*GedeBONK*...Owww...sakit... =P&lt;br /&gt;And Yusan (if you ever read this)...cheer up! At least you know your way around computers and html and what shit...I know nuts..unless you need a Master Bull-Shitter..then thats me! =P (talk about beinghopelessly lost...) Bwahahaha...my life has no purpose and I'm still perfectly happy with it *empty-headed grin*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82917516?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82917516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82917516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82917516'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82835649</id><published>2002-10-11T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:55:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A'ights, am done with the posts explaining the events of my life (in brief) for the past 1 month. Soon I will let the world know of the existence of this humble little blog..who's author is now announcing that she will be flying back to Malaysia on the 25th of November! (Monday) Departing Perth at 1.25am and arriving in KL (should be) around 5.30am or so! Hurrah! Who's happy? Huh? Huh? Who's happy? I am! Are you? Nevermind, I can't see you. Maybe you can tell me some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm..and if I manage to keep being enthusiastic about this blogging thingy (I'm trying, really I am), I'll also write about whats been happening recently between Oscar (my ex-gf that some of you have met) and myself. So far, whatever's been going on hasn't been very pretty. But if I do start writing about whats happening then you guys can all see what a heartless bastard I can be. Well, almost. Heheh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82835649?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82835649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=82835649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82835649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82835649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/10/aights-am-done-with-posts-explaining.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82835513</id><published>2002-10-11T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:02:24.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah okay. Finally all done with the basicsand happy with my little template editings and stuff. Its a pretty lame template I know, provided by blogger, but what can I do? I dunno html for nuts, and I'm kinda lazy to learn right now. Think I'm sucky? Hahaha...so blow me, you punk. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..okay..now what does one do when one is confronted by that horrible, horrible thing called writer's block? The problem with starting something new is either that you have a GREAT start...but no plausible ending in sight. OR, you really really wanna start on something...but you have no frickin idea how. Right now, I have no frickin idea how to start off. Well..I know I have started something already...but the difference between mumbling crap and writing something substantial is...oh wait...blogs are normally filled with crap aren't they? Except that the really good blogs are written by people who manage to make their version of crap sound interesting. OK, I will try *frowns and growls and grimaces and grinds teeth together*.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to start off my first blog entry..(is this too formal? Maybe I should make it a tad more informal)...wait, lets try again. How about this; &lt;br /&gt;*AHEM* Welcome to my blog everyone...(geez, that sounds like I have a shirt and tie shoved up my arse) NOPE! Definately not..try again; &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to say that..*sighs* This sucks bad. Like most men (hey all u guys, don't get offended yet), and some stubborn women too, I'm too lazy and blockheaded to simply refer to the millions of blogs available for my viewing to see how they started out and maybe 'borrow' (okay, okay, so i should have used COPY instead) their style of starting out a blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, since I already have so much bullshit ahead of me, let's just make my life easier and SKIP the traditional "Hello, my name is yada yada yada.." bullshit and go straigtht to the hardcore details. The Updates/Highlights of my life in the past..oh say 1 month or so that lead up to today are located at &lt;a href="http://ashez.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_ashez_archive.html#82883009"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link (2010 Update: Don't bother, this was deleted years ago). If you want to, click on it to read (almost) all the dirt on my 'wonderful' holiday (No details abt the sex part sorry). If you don't want to click on it then there's nothing else here for you to read about. I reckon its time to wave bye bye to you then. *waves bye bye*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82835513?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82835513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=82835513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82835513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82835513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/10/ah-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</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-3850283.post-82833833</id><published>2002-10-11T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:55:52.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is just a test post, coz i'm still using the same account as my old blog at the same address..so still mucking around with the template html n stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I apologize in advance for the pink. Wondering what I'm talking about? Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. Here's a tip too...use the refresh button if you can't take it. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850283-82833833?l=boonz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/feeds/82833833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3850283&amp;postID=82833833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82833833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850283/posts/default/82833833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boonz.blogspot.com/2002/10/this-is-just-test-post-coz-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01491070618810714176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
