<?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-29495655</id><updated>2011-08-22T09:26:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman on Top!</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything's an exclamation, darling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-6824308446015308828</id><published>2007-05-20T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:44:37.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgotten how to login to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all see how incredibly fickle i am. Blogging and then stopping and blogging all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering correctly, i did say my life was getting boring and i had nothing to blog about anymore as i didn't want too much of my personal life getting out here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess now the time out did me some good both emotionally and mentally. Not gonna dwell on that, for the sake of not wanting to bore you guys out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am again, back and blogging, hopefully consistently :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-6824308446015308828?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/6824308446015308828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/6824308446015308828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-from-my-hiatus.html' title='Back from my hiatus.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-116327346869804217</id><published>2006-11-12T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:21:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Sorry ah, i didn't know that people still actually visit my blog. hehee.. was actually thinking of closing down because i realised too much of myself thats going to the public isnt a very good thing at all.. but however, i believe that if you're here, you're friends of mine and would come with an open mind.. however, if you came to snoop, shame on you but its okay.. you're free to admire my less-than-exciting (but still more interesting than yours i bet) life and take refuge from your socially lacking life. it's totally O-KAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. &lt;br /&gt;i'm a nice person what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, finals is around the corner and i have seriously been in uni for too long and just have got to graduate soon so i'll be busy doing revisions and right after that, will be going on a holiday to KL and Singapore.. so more interesting posts then yeah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-116327346869804217?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/116327346869804217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=116327346869804217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116327346869804217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116327346869804217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/11/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-116327304297422532</id><published>2006-11-12T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:24:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i want.</title><content type='html'>Yes, so after my very intelligent previous post, Boyfriends are Like Shoes (i find it very witty, thank you very much :D), i kinda thought to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. then what do i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a short break at the Empire Hotel in Bandar (heavenly, i tell you.. extremely theurapatic [did i spell that right? hehe]) i guess i kinda figured out what i want in a life partner. I used the term life partner because for me, when i get into a relationship, i want it to be long. To be for life. Not a wham-bam-thank-you-maam kinda stint - okay. that sounded bad.. allow me to rephrase.. hehee.. erm, not something that you just take on because you just don't wanna be lonely. I tend to *try* to think far, building castles in the air or what i would say, defining my goals in life to map out a direction for a future that i can see myself being happy and fulfilled with the man that i started out from scratch with. I know it's a bit too early, as this is only one chapter of my life and a new one will be opening soon after i graduate.. but it's never too early to start planning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He has to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;2. Knows that Abercrombie &amp; Fitch is NOT a dessert, and Smashing Pumpkins is NOT a halloween ritual. o.O"&lt;br /&gt;3. Endure my lil Momo's leg humps with a smiling face. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can endure my police report requests. :D &lt;br /&gt;5. Be themselves around my family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;6. Hardworking and work towards goals.. so i can see myself with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;7. Able to get his priorities straight.. nightlife do NOT come first. ergh. &lt;br /&gt;8. Won't hesitate to show little gestures of affection around families and friends. &lt;br /&gt;9. Won't mind me finishing up his plate of char kueh teow and abandoning my own just because 'his one tends to taste better' eventhough it's the exact same thing. &lt;br /&gt;10. Won't fcking whine and cry. God. I hate guys who try to baby talk me ..&lt;br /&gt;11. Won't mind going shopping with me and waiting tirelessly without a single complain uttered.. actually i dont really mind if we both go our separate ways while shopping and meet up later.. so i guess i don't want a guy who DUMPS ME IN ORCHARD ROAD BY MYSELF JUST TO SLEEP AFTER HE HAS FINISHED HIS SHOPPING! happened before. asswipe. &lt;br /&gt;12. Tells me i'm beautiful despite having just woken up with messy bed hair (and SO not the sexy kinds), morning breath and without eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;13. Won't mind me farting ha ha and actually smelling it will get extra brownie points ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;14. Actually wakes up in the morning.. i hate guys who wake up when its mid noon.. shows a lazy trait in em. no no. &lt;br /&gt;15. Able to accept my criticisms when we exchange creative opinions on other people and not call me a bitch because he actually understands that everyone has their own opinions and a remark such as 'that girl dresses weird' doesn't mean that i deem myself superior and dislike that person. These are just O-B-S-E-R-V-A-T-I-O-N-S based on myyyyyyyyyy perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. No wonder i've stayed single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm. How sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-116327304297422532?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/116327304297422532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=116327304297422532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116327304297422532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116327304297422532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-i-want.html' title='What i want.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-116327307117801390</id><published>2006-11-12T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:24:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's funny.</title><content type='html'>When i clubbed too much, they told me to pay more attention to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally quit clubbing and nightlife (period) and paid more attention to my studies, they said i was faking it and don't think i can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i REALLY became a nerd, they said that i became snobbish and only looked for them when i needed their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlaueh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-116327307117801390?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/116327307117801390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=116327307117801390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116327307117801390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116327307117801390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-funny_12.html' title='Life&apos;s funny.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-116032821122182848</id><published>2006-10-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:00:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. in this lifetime.</title><content type='html'>These are what i want to own/accomplish in this lifetime. Some may be far fetched and down right absurd, but it never hurts to dream right? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To own any model of the Mercedes SLK. &lt;br /&gt;2. To watch a Worlcup match LIVE. Just watching the energy on the tv is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;3. To party in Ibiza when my physique still allows me to.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wear sweet empire cut and halter neck and tube dresses when pregnant. :P :P :P &lt;br /&gt;5. To visit South Africa one day. &lt;br /&gt;6. To sit on those cute little boat rides down the canal in Venice (preferably with a loved one of the opposite sex :P) &lt;br /&gt;7. To send my kids to football matches in a cute little SUV and watching those matches with oversized shades and preferably still with a physique to die for.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be called a hot momma. hee. &lt;br /&gt;9. To have pot lucks and bbqs in my backyard with close friends and watch our kids play in the pool or sand pit.&lt;br /&gt;10. To bring my parents to Turkey again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very far fetched, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-116032821122182848?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/116032821122182848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=116032821122182848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116032821122182848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/116032821122182848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-this-lifetime.html' title='.. in this lifetime.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115893829155444361</id><published>2006-09-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:21:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends.</title><content type='html'>Boys are like shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you go out to the mall, not really wanting to be getting any shoes, but you see something that catches your eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold it, take some time scrutinizing it, seeing if there's any flaws or not.. but sometimes you might be a bit rushed or just too ecstatic that you found something which you PRESUMED was perfect and might overlook or miss some defects or imperfections..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you try it on, and to your delight, the shoe fits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that you keep wearing the new pair of shoes.. and you're happy with it.. cos obviously, it's new. And all new things are presumably perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time passes, a few weeks, a few months or maybe a few years later.. you start to realise the shoe just won't give that perfect fit anymore. It starts to cut you in the flesh, or the heels break, the straps loosen, the colour changes, and lets you down one too many times.. you fix it, it stays put a while, but breaks again a few days later.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You throw it away just like what i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and try not to look at it anymore when you are bound to remember all the past escapades and memories you had with that pair of killer heels.. because it HAS already been confirmed by the cobbler that it is impossible to be fixed.. even if it could be fixed, it'll break again.. again and again, again and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye you unreliable pair of Vinccis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to find myself new, reliable Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, boyfriends are just like shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115893829155444361?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115893829155444361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115893829155444361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115893829155444361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115893829155444361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/09/boyfriends.html' title='Boyfriends.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115755684200773478</id><published>2006-09-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:34:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sappy post ahead. Be warned.</title><content type='html'>"Falling in Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you, I've fallen in love with you at least a hundred different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall in love with you when I watch you doing something you enjoy, something you're so involved in that you're unaware of my presence.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall in love with you when I listen to you talk to other people.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're being interesting and funny or warm and caring and genuinely concerned, you have a way of making people feel better with nothing more than your words.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall in love with you just thinking about you, remembering all the memories we've made.....&lt;br /&gt;falling in love for the first time, staying in love during the rough times, finding more to love about each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I think about the wonderful things that lie ahead of us, I fall totally and completely in love with you all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Renee Duvall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jiwang can. Just thought this is meaningful and im afraid that i will forget it and a tad lazy to write it down so i figured id just post this up as a storage place, heh heh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115755684200773478?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115755684200773478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115755684200773478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115755684200773478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115755684200773478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/09/sappy-post-ahead-be-warned.html' title='Sappy post ahead. Be warned.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115725134748727550</id><published>2006-09-03T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:49:31.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood booster :D</title><content type='html'>The past few days has been a whirlwind of emotions and a potpourri of moodswings for me .. i think my little heart cant withstand all the 'excitement' from life anymore as i grow older and older and watch the younger flock doing all the things i used to do and yawn about now (edeh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, whenever i needed a mood booster, i know i can count on the Two Chinese Boys .. if you haven't heard of them, just take a look at this.. heheheeheeeeeeee.. and you'll get the idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j80YDDfiaT4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j80YDDfiaT4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115725134748727550?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115725134748727550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115725134748727550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115725134748727550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115725134748727550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-booster-d.html' title='Mood booster :D'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115574661966621189</id><published>2006-08-17T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:50:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek the making.</title><content type='html'>Hrm. I know it has been two weeks since i last updated but i can't help it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seem to have found a new hobby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libraries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, pairing me with libraries is just like pairing bananas with ketchup (by the way, have you tried it? It tastes amazing.. hee hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term just started and i'm seriously tired of having to go through the past few years when i attend classes when i don't know anybody and having to practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beg&lt;/span&gt; classmates to let me be groupmates with them after receiving incredilous looks from them which screams "Ha? If i let you in, i'll probably fail!" just because i don't have the .. erm.. studious looks.. but hey i not bad one can? What i lack in mathematical skills i replace with presentation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i have decided to take on a more studious way of uni life and started hanging out in the library working on up coming tutorial questions and reading up before lectures to wow those biatches of their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy did i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiasu bah ok, kiasu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my hardworking streak has lasted for more than 3 days which was usually the case before when at the start of every semester, i'd always tell myself that i'd work hard this time around so nobody gives me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; look anymore, but i usually erm, tend to forget again after the fourth day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lasted 2 whole weeks without skipping classes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahey wahey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i hope it's not interfering with my dota games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115574661966621189?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115574661966621189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115574661966621189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115574661966621189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115574661966621189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/08/geek-making.html' title='Geek the making.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115424943332277029</id><published>2006-07-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:45:30.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing works.</title><content type='html'>To gullible people like me, who tend to trust easily, i obviously succumbed to the witty advertising and marketing schemes used by LG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, i bought the LG Chocolate over the Samsung 900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.3 mp camera over 2.0 mp camera.&lt;br /&gt;128 internal memory over 80 internal memory AND external memory.&lt;br /&gt;RM 1280 over 1270.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because in the advertisements i saw, the LG Chocolate spells glaaaaaamour, sssssseddddducccctiooon and prestiiiiiiiige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115424943332277029?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115424943332277029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115424943332277029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115424943332277029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115424943332277029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/marketing-works.html' title='Marketing works.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115424917321079520</id><published>2006-07-30T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:46:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick like a dog.</title><content type='html'>6 longans were all it took to make me sound like a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaupe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115424917321079520?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115424917321079520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115424917321079520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115424917321079520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115424917321079520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-like-dog.html' title='Sick like a dog.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115389896943286973</id><published>2006-07-26T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:02:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IOUs</title><content type='html'>Reminder to self:&lt;br /&gt;1) Kynan promises to give me a Tupperware set as a wedding gift.&lt;br /&gt;2) Remember to buy Kynan a nice set of quality kitchen utensils set when he gets married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solution to never forget IOUs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115389896943286973?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115389896943286973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115389896943286973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115389896943286973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115389896943286973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/ious.html' title='IOUs'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115385046451965787</id><published>2006-07-26T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:01:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincity!</title><content type='html'>Knew i said that i'd write up on Genting the day after, but having to juggle work responsibilities, uni registration and social commitments did not help the fact that i was already tired like a goat. So anyway, yeah was in Genting for 3 days and 2 nights.. fcken hyped on the way up but after the first day and a few hours in the casino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough explanation right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit lazy to describe Genting.. because as of now, i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; holding a grudge against Uncle Lim and his 'family resort'. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am gonna boycott everything Genting till 24 hours before i finally plan another visit there and will only post a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Apparently i can't upload em photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Blogspot is on my side to not terrorize you people to the pull of the highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh cannot say so much later i get sued for defamation. Can happen one you know.&lt;br /&gt;Mai si sua lai.&lt;br /&gt;Mo seng seng.&lt;br /&gt;Don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;The ideal holiday destination for the whole family to have some good wholesome enjoyment, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I heart Genting more than i heart Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;Ok lame, but if you dont catch the sarcasm, you can jump down from the next highrise building nearest to you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115385046451965787?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115385046451965787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115385046451965787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115385046451965787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115385046451965787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/sincity.html' title='Sincity!'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115368659576299429</id><published>2006-07-24T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:36:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food in Penang.</title><content type='html'>Ok, i know i've been saying time and time again that im in Penang only for the food.. hell, i even did research months before the trip to gather info on which area had the best of certain Penang hawker fare.. even wrote a list man *smirk*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize first for the lack of pictures of the food because (as always) i get overly excited when i reach the destination and when i manage to find the correct coffee shop or stall and when the food arrives that i just gobble them all up and forget to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the only pictures i have that are somewhat related to food is the venue itself :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the famed Gurney Drive which was a whole road of stalls dedicated to just hawker fare.. about a hundred stalls selling food ranging from assam laksa, penang char kway teow, lok lok, moi chee (some dessert which looks like mee suah and an old man's beard hehe), oh chien (oysters in omellette), rojak, chendol, wanton noodles and hell loads more. damn packed even on a monday night. imagine saturdays and sundays. o_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of the lau ah pek who mans the&lt;/div&gt;Penang Laksa stall by the road atBras Basah below the Kek Lok Si temple which many confirmed produced the best&lt;br /&gt;penang laksa around. hee. the uncle a bit&lt;br /&gt;camera shy. :D the laksa was so good i almost&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       cried of happiness.. REJOICE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Genting updates tomorrow k . tired like a goat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115368659576299429?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115368659576299429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115368659576299429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368659576299429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368659576299429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/food-in-penang.html' title='Food in Penang.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115368605567944891</id><published>2006-07-24T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:06:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART PENANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1, Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the whole intention of going to Penang was to rest after the hectic shopping (or lack thereof) in KL and to recuperate and rejuvenate before &lt;del&gt; being a millionaire &lt;/del&gt; intense gambling in Genting. However the main main main main reason of going to Penang too was to rekindle my love of Penang hawker fare.. i was born in Penang and moved to Sarawak when i was 5 and my last visit back to the island was about like 10 years ago. I was about to meet my long lost love, the Penang Laksa again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: o_O"&lt;br /&gt;me: :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in Penang for 2 night and the 1st night we checked into a beachfront hotel and spent the day frolicking on the beach super confidently in my bikini despite the huge belly and tofu thighs because i knew all the other girls cant because they're in their burqas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite reviews on the state of the beaches in Penang, i found it to be very pleasant indeed with clear cloudy skies (i like em cloudy instead of sunny) and calm water and (almost) white sand..&lt;br /&gt;The hotel i was staying in even had horse rides on the beach le.. damn romantic right.. imagine riding off into the sun with your knight in shining armour on a white horse.... wahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070238.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the horse was brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the knight in shining armour is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; un-knightlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh. so overrated that fairytale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that the island in the distance is called Pulau Tikus (Mouse Island [!!!]) because of its miniscule size, and not because it was filled with rats as i had thought. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like my Brazil jersey? hee hee. I do too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2, Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day we checked out of the beach hotel and checked into the Northam All Suites nearby Gurney Drive which is in the town area. This hotel is really to rave about man. The published rate was 600++ for the cheapest suite (all units are suites) but there was a promo which had the Studio Suite only going for RM200++. I loved it i loved it i loved it. I booked this hotel because it came with its own private jacuzzi in the bathroom.. nyeh heh heh. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon checking in, we were served with welcoming drinks at the reception.. i thought it was champagne or at least had some alcohol in it because this is a business hotel and very adult-ish so i walloped the whole glass one go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling and bubbly one some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat syiok only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; So anyway, i was so excited about the jacuzzi that i forgotten to take pictures of the living room, the business cum study area, and the guest toilet.. so i ended up with pictures of the bed and the bathroom. heh heh. sorry a. The bathroom and bedroom area was really cool though cos it had what seemed like a glass window separating it, but was actually just a blind which when drawn up, was just a big huge hole through the wall. I could watch my tv while lying in the jacuzzi too man. Service was so good, we had the hotel calling up once in the day and once at night to check if we needed anything.. Tips given were a bomb tho. However, it was bliss i tell you, bliss :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070262.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070262.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMIN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la. Call me sakai ok. But * i * personally think its one of the best hotels i've stayed in. Hrmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya oh ya oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool..! The hotel had an infinity pool and it was on the 9th floor if i remember correctly.. ah, beautiful view. :D but a few SPGs. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being at the edge of the infinity pool made me feel like i could just drop of the building.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, because besides hunting for good food, we had nothing much to do so it was only natural to visit famous landmarks around Penang namely the temples..&lt;br /&gt;Im not a very big fan of temples but Kelvin is .. or so he claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Kek Lok Si, the famed pagoda and wahlau . buy this buy that donate this donate that = empty wallet.&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth the taxi fare (freakin cab overcharged us jz cos we were stayin at the Northam.. knowing this because we were overpriced the whole trip in Penang by cabs and even busses because we were tourists!) and the climb to the top because the view was breathtakingly beautiful and the statues amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070248.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070248.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy looking tortoises in a happy looking pond on the way up .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070253.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070258.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dont ask me about these&lt;br /&gt;statues ah, cos i don't know their names. and dont tell me i'm a bad person for not knowing. Smack you one ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070256.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070256.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115368605567944891?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115368605567944891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115368605567944891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368605567944891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368605567944891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-heart-penang.html' title='I HEART PENANG!'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115368315630904570</id><published>2006-07-24T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:41:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No money, no results.</title><content type='html'>I realised that out of all 3 trips to KL that i took in the time span of half a year, this was the most upsetting one because i have spent the most this time around, but realised i acquired the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must have been sales season and all the odd sizes of clothes and shoes were laid out instead of new collections so they can fcken get rid of the old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never go holidaying in KL mid year because of Mega Sales and Singapore because of Great Singapore Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt; stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;. (sorry ah, i still not so advanced to change font size. hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i didn't even pay for hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Or cab rides.&lt;br /&gt;Or food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still negative le. why why why. i shall take some time to analyze my holiday spendings again later. hrmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i did pay once for food.. it was a spur of the moment kinda splurge.. heehee. Kelvin and i were all dressed up so nicely and we were at Bukit Bintang with hungry stomach longing for good quality food.. we went to Sg Wang intending to go to Marche, hoping it was just like the one you can find in Singapore and with an alternative in Penang called the Food Loft where once you enter, you are presented with a food list card thingie and there are several stations in the whole restaurant ranging from Italian to Japanese cuisine and you go up there, place your order, get your card thingie stamped and return it to the cashier once you leave to get your bill calculated.&lt;br /&gt;I tried the one at Singapore and teh food was great with a good concept and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rummaging through what seemed like never ending small alleys with Kelvin trudging behind, we were told by the information counter that Marche closed down. Stupid Cleo stated it was there in Green zone third floor! Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went to several fancy ( we were in the mood ) eateries but they were all either closed or full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally ended up having the last table at Piccolo Mondo in front of the Piccolo building right next to Planet Hollywood at KL Plaza and Lot 10 after recommendations from Amos and despite the (shocking) prices, it was a meal worth the money. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had err, Caesar Salad, Fettucine Bappe, Spaghetti Marinara in Garlic Sauce, and Prawns and Scallops (only 2 scallops tho, KIAMSIAP i tell you) cooked with Lemon Grind and some kinda sauce but i forgotten the actual name of this dish and it was good good good good good! So good its worth raving about even when this is not a foodie blog. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070233.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070233.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070234.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070234.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070236.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very song look. Nyeh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;But when the bill came, not very song anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115368315630904570?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115368315630904570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115368315630904570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368315630904570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368315630904570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-money-no-results.html' title='No money, no results.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115368162498047823</id><published>2006-07-24T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:10:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreigner in my own land.</title><content type='html'>Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i went to KL and guess what.. it was a sea of penguins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, technically, not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was summer in the middle east and the whole place was filled with burqa wielding Arabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Marriott, even the bellboy claimed that the April - Aug months, all he saw were black and no skin. Heh heh heh. Even reception said the hotel was filled with 90% occupancy of Arab tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these Arabians had good spending power man.. i saw one with Burberry sandals and a matching Burberry umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was one with a Gucci tote, and struggling with another Gucci, Versace, Chloe, Lacoste, Dior and Blumarine (not in the same order, but may be exaggerating a slight bit :P) shopping bags trying to get into the lift at the Marriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Penang, the whole of the hotel's beachfront were filled with Black burqas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC and McD's in Genting had mostly Arabs occupying most tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070232.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070232.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Target spotted in Bukit Bintang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rare species of black bodied turtles lying on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Just the Arabs.&lt;br /&gt;My bad, sorry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever seen an Arab in a burqa on a jetski?&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................................&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070239.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eh but i was nosy enough to peer intently into whatever part of the body of these burqa wearing Arabs that i could lay my eyes on which were not covered by their veils and i was left with the eyes and part of the bridge of the nose and these women should be given more credit man.. they're like, gorgeous with those deep set kohl lined eyes and thick volumised eyelashes with high bridges on their nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe under all that, would be some amazingly beautiful hottie with a pornstar-ish figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder their men didn't mind walking around and being seen with them albeit their penguin/ninja/wanton like appearance because at the end of the day, they know that they're the ones who's &lt;del&gt; shagging &lt;/del&gt; dating the hot ladies, unfolding in the bedroom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115368162498047823?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115368162498047823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115368162498047823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368162498047823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115368162498047823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/foreigner-in-my-own-land.html' title='Foreigner in my own land.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115367959364881069</id><published>2006-07-24T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:38:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye bliss! ...Hello reality.</title><content type='html'>So like, sorry for the lack of updates.. as u all might guess from the previous post, i went for a (VERY much needed) holiday to KL, Penang and Genting (stupid genting). Not a person of much words but more to action, this is the verdict to sum up the entire holiday cos i know some of you are very nosy and i'm too lazy to repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4 nights in KL, 2 nights in Penang, 2 nights in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;- Dress size = +2, jeans size = +1&lt;br /&gt;- State of current savings account = Negative.&lt;br /&gt;- Probable Genting Sales Profits = +0.000009999999&lt;br /&gt;- Debtor = +Self&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes cupboard = +0.001, Shoe rack = +1000000&lt;br /&gt;- Broken phone = 1, LG Chocolate = Nil.&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday STDS ( ha ha.) = Nil (phew.)&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday illness = Nil (surprisingly)&lt;br /&gt;- New acquaintances = +2.9999999 (Namely Amos's wife, Amos's pet daughter, and 0.99999 referring to loads of cab drivers. hee hee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115367959364881069?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115367959364881069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115367959364881069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115367959364881069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115367959364881069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye-bliss-hello-reality.html' title='Goodbye bliss! ...Hello reality.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115344357121694164</id><published>2006-07-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:59:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for updates aiite.. i still wanna zzz . :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115344357121694164?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115344357121694164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115344357121694164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115344357121694164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115344357121694164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/whee.html' title='Whee!'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115263371974575837</id><published>2006-07-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:01:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stresssssssss.</title><content type='html'>I am going to KL tomorrow and i have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to check in at 3 different hotels for 3 consecutive days, each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh, the Bukit Bintang area is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;overrated (Sour grape, sour grape!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cutest thing is, all these hotels are just beside and across the street from each other (Capitol Hotel, The Royale Bintang &amp; Radius International).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine seeing me lugging huge suitcases from one hotel to another beside it and the next day, across the street.  "o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115263371974575837?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115263371974575837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115263371974575837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115263371974575837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115263371974575837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/stresssssssss.html' title='Stresssssssss.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115259374004611625</id><published>2006-07-11T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:49:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl genius discovered.</title><content type='html'>I never knew i am so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out why people couldnt leave comments and fixed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the making of a technology genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee. Don't snort or roll your eyes la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very technologically UNsavvy one ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how to put links very good already la ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some credit ma kaupe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115259374004611625?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115259374004611625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115259374004611625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115259374004611625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115259374004611625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/girl-genius-discovered.html' title='Girl genius discovered.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115256252771408246</id><published>2006-07-11T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:49:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth (or so i think) behind the Zidane vs Materazzi action.</title><content type='html'>Ooooooh oooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i might be doing the other 2 billion people worldwide who were watching the World Cup finals between France and Italy a favour when i say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT, ZIDANE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought it was caused by Zizou's plan to retire right after the 2006 worldcup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i thought maybe he was tired and also (slightly?) injured and he wanted out of the game but not being able to bring the words out from his mouth to France's manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i thought maybe he didn't give a flying fck anymore with the game going on and on, on and on, and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, for such an incredible (and drop dead gorgeous as well) player who have had yeaaaaaaaars of experience in football international level to commit such a low-level act in front of billions and also during the finals where his nation's hopes were all on him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, i read from an &lt;a href="http://sport.indiatimes.com/soccerarticleshow/1725359.cms"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that apparently Materazzi had provoked Zizou to commit such a heinous act (in football, anyway) by making racial remarks at Zizou in Italian. Zizou being very chapalang with Arabian and African blood in him, actually understood what was said and decided on that historical headbutt. Heh heh id like it to call a head though.. Zidane gave a historical head to Materazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry. Wrong channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i guess that explains it all.. respect and loads more admiration (and love! :P) to Zidane for that move but a whack on the head for the stupidity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;Zidane gives good head.&lt;br /&gt;OoOOoOOoOo.. kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the utterly bored, there's a &lt;a href="http://widelec.org/zidane.html"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; which i think that all Zidane lovers would just love to play.. i know i did. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Roy baby for this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115256252771408246?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115256252771408246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115256252771408246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115256252771408246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115256252771408246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/truth-or-so-i-think-behind-zidane-vs.html' title='The truth (or so i think) behind the Zidane vs Materazzi action.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115255924807651429</id><published>2006-07-11T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:49:44.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At your own risk.</title><content type='html'>I'm just misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shrugs with sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me clubbing, i am an expert in the disappearing act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me to Coffeebean (or anywhere with wifi :P), i'll be glued to the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me to gamble, i'm a good cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me to exercise, i'll influence you to de-exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me for karaoke, i'll laugh at everyone else's singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me to eat kampua at your expense, i'll eat one too many plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me shopping, i am too honest to fake enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never invite me for sleepovers, i'll run away from your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ask for my opinions, im too honest to let you hear the things you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lie to me, you can't beat a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest wait til i can think of more ah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115255924807651429?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115255924807651429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115255924807651429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115255924807651429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115255924807651429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-your-own-risk.html' title='At your own risk.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115247929870050890</id><published>2006-07-10T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:49:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALY, EAT MY BANANAS!</title><content type='html'>This calls for a boycott of all things Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... even pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Zidane gives good head, girls *winks* .Ill miss him tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- U P D A T E -&lt;br /&gt;I was just told by &lt;a href="http://mynakedtruths.blogspot.com"&gt;Floyd&lt;/a&gt; that Gucci is from Italy as well.. and upon checking, it is! (gasp!) and i always thought it was made in France.. pfft.. and i call myself a Gucci fan. Double pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I will boycott everything Italiano EXCEPT designer handbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115247929870050890?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115247929870050890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115247929870050890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115247929870050890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115247929870050890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-eat-my-bananas.html' title='ITALY, EAT MY BANANAS!'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115246093158750988</id><published>2006-07-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:42:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing Clubbing Clubbing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so i just came back from Labuan (ptui!) which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a drag (no offence.) after being there for 3 days and came back on a Saturday.. really gotta thank my mom for being so hip to understand that any sane person who has a social life intact just CANNOT stay in an island like that... and coincedentally, my darlings Mich and Irene were down from Brunei with the rest of the guys .. hurraahhh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, let me tell u that days of being shitface bored in Labuan made me appreciate Miri SO much, small as it is.. We went to Balcony (but of course) and it was great fun i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.. went to powder our noses at the toilet with Mich and oops somebody got weak in the knees after that.. hehehee.. go figure go figure! :D So here are the pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot chicas (L-R) Nie, Leen, Jo, Reen, Alisa, Leen's sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DARLING MICHIE! ooOoOoOOoOo I missed you babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bailin and i actually had the same top on just diff colours.. what can i say.. great minds think alike, ho ho ho. Ok fine, this is what happens when you shop in KL. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115246093158750988?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115246093158750988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115246093158750988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115246093158750988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115246093158750988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/clubbing-clubbing-clubbing.html' title='Clubbing Clubbing Clubbing!'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495655.post-115212128523476076</id><published>2006-07-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:50:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bombing of Nations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;England - Affirmative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil - Affirmative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany - Affirmative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having diaorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost (greatly) in football bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and i have shit on these countries.&lt;br /&gt;Oh poo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115212128523476076?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115212128523476076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115212128523476076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115212128523476076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115212128523476076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/bombing-of-nations.html' title='The Bombing of Nations'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115179634427124253</id><published>2006-07-02T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:51:08.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football fever?</title><content type='html'>Football fever must have been been the sole reason to be blamed for luring me to Al Fresco to watch the quarter finals match for Germany vs Argentina.. hehe ok lah i admit it i was hiaw also la didnt have anything to do on a Friday night and saw all those balloons and bouncer set up at Al Fresco.. so a group of us went to watch the match and i was all for Germany (WAHOOoooOoo Ballack!). The match only started at 11 and we were there at like 9.30 and the place was already filled with people with the Hotlink promo goin on and shiet too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070220.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was boredom that led me to purchase a new sim pack which was DIRT CHEAP i tell you cos i wanted to join the competition Hotlink was having and also because i am undeniably the reigning freebie hunter for this age group ha ha. With every purchase of a new 012 simpack, customers were entitled to a few free gifts (pen, posters and shiet which i inevitably forgotten to take home.. bah) and also stand a chance to enter a lucky draw which had a new Samsung 3G phone for grabs.. the lucky draw involved a competition where participants were given 10 tries to kick a football into the goal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i thought too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i got Carl to enter it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play cheat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn difficult okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "goal" that participants were supposed to kick the ball at was actually a soft piece of poster with a few MINISCULE holes cut on it which the football was supposed to be kicked THROUGH.. not AT. Damn misleading i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I was told that there was a guy who managed to net 4 goals and i thought, "hey easy one lah .. Carl could probably do a 6".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, i learned never to speak too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl scored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so like, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tried to pull Ismail to do it another time and even intended to purchase another sim pack but he refused.. cheh. I heard a guy purchased 10 simpacks ah.. that must have cost him like 80 bucks and he had 100 chances to kick.. but donno if he went or not or it was just a token of charity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no offence and all, but the promo girls are wayyyyyy below the standard of what promo girls should look like.. ok i know i sound bitchy but ha ha you guys should know that i am. but seriously la even for a pervert like me who enjoys looking at species of the same sex, i didnt even want to look twice as those girls let alone take a picture of em to post it here to satisfy your Hidden Horny Creature (HHC once again! :D). Im actually doing you a huge favour man. Wahlau the girls all fat fat one i think even Rining would look better than em in skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i guess the only thing i enjoyed about the whole promo thing was to get our faces painted in the flags of teams that we supported.. i had Germany on my arm, while Karen (traitor you :P) had Argentina and Carl had England painted on his face.. so kulup one the England match is the next day.. but then again.. i guess we cant really critisize an enthusiastic fan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMIN/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the match came to a draw but Germany won during the penalty shoot out.. oh oh and the England vs Portugal just ended AND MAN IT WAS A DISGRACE! I had my money on England and aiyah dont wanna talk about it anymroe man.. LOSE LOSE LOSE in penalty shoot out.. fcken british footballers overrated.. ergh..make me lose a handphone.. chibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally agree that girls should be left at shopping and not football gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115179634427124253?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115179634427124253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115179634427124253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115179634427124253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115179634427124253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/football-fever.html' title='Football fever?'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115174083443103208</id><published>2006-07-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:16:52.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band geeks (ha ha).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to bullying again, i went out cruising in the evening because the weather was hell beautiful and i went to look for Kynan who was at the indoor stadium watching our former school's brass band practice their formation for an upcoming competition thingie.. it took hell loads of persuasion from Kedungs and Heather to get me into the stadium after i found out what was going on inside.. haha.. okay, i DID feel a tinge of embarassment to be there because like, ITS BAND man.. BAND BAND BAND !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band with all those geeks that i LOVED to pick on back when i was still in high school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band with all those stupid formations that i used to love to throw banana skins and paper aeroplanes at when they were practicing on the field..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band with all their headbraces and shoulderbraces and stupid corny music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just simply, band with all those OVER ENTHUSIASTIC members..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.. its BAND man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.. i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my ego and pride aside, i went in to watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man, they were actually good. They had all these complicated moves and formations mastered while still playing their instruments without a script man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070212.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which actually made me kinda wonder and look back at myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a bitch huh.. wont dwell anymore.. but i guess like me, these people were just misunderstood.. they were doing things that even i could not even do and yet i made SO much fun of them before.. was it out of admiration because i knew that i couldnt do those shit they did.. or was it because it was just er cool to make fun of people.. nah.. dont think so man.. i think i was just bored and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this post, id like to apologize to all those band geeks th- oh. umm.. let me rephrase.. band members (hee hee) that i have ever picked on. 5 years back. hee. yes. Sorry. ok. Dont rub it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115174083443103208?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115174083443103208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115174083443103208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115174083443103208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115174083443103208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/band-geeks-ha-ha.html' title='Band geeks (ha ha).'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115174079688641651</id><published>2006-07-01T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:15:41.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pek yau - Underaged female version</title><content type='html'>Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awed and dumbfounded by some of the things that kids are capable of doing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to my time (which was not so long ago, fiy. hmpf), we never did stuff as extreme like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ug4wAfmuero"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ug4wAfmuero" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you would have heard of the bashing case a few days ago by female students of Stjoe (which was in fact my former shithole of a school) where they were hurling abuses, slapping (at one point even with a leather belt) and kicking this other mousey girl.. Gawd, this incident was so huge, it even appeared on the front page of The Star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i don't wanna sound like my mom, but fuck.. back in my days, we never did stuff like this.. the most we would do would be a slap and a string of abuses.. that's it.. ahem, ok maybe a few more shoving and hair pulling, but never kicking and using leather belts man (So SM btw, kinky! :D). *cough* ok i would know best because i actually loved bullying vulnerable little kids back in my days.. it was actually one of the reasons that would make me look forward to waking up and going to school.. to see if there were any more people for me to bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAAAA HA HA HA ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, looking back, i wasn't proud of it because those days were carefree ones where our actions were careless and we never thought of the consequences.. and boy, were there consequences.. some even coming back to haunt you years later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the video please.. i mean like, i couldnt help but feel angered and disgusted man.. i mean like. . WAHLAU EH.. that victim of a girl should fight back man.. show a bit of those samurai moves man .. what i think is she should come to me.. heh heh id love to teach her a couple of tricks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this, we should ask ourselves.. what have our world come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i sound like an old fossil talking. I have a reputation to keep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115174079688641651?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115174079688641651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115174079688641651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115174079688641651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115174079688641651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/pek-yau-underaged-female-version.html' title='Pek yau - Underaged female version'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115174073922697610</id><published>2006-07-01T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:15:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pornstars &amp; Pimps.</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know it is a bit overdue to write a post on this but what the heck, i figured it'd be a good first post just to satisfy the Hidden Horny Creature (HHC) in us all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, we threw a full blown party to celebrate Pimp Daddy Rining, Engineer Bodo Olga (Kynan said it, not me darlin ;P) and John Kalings (heard it somewhere, not me again :D) birthdays and also Josh's farewell back to Adelaide last Saturday (24th June). The theme for the night was Pornstars and Pimps (ahh, i can see the Hidden Horny Creature [HHC] in you peeking out its ugly head already) and man, it was pimpin all right.. it was considered a day when it was (in the words of Chris the sexaaaaaaay Marine or aka Sailormoon hehe) "Legal to be slutty". Amen to that. :D The organising committee (Yes, there was one!) have put a lot of effort into the planning and execution of the party and the end result was awesome.. i'll let the pictures speak for themselves aye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/DSC04320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/DSC04320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    HHC pic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/IMG_3724.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/IMG_3724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we do to people who don't come according to theme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muahaha. The most enjoyable part of bein door bitch was sticking the nipple stickers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/P1070192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/P1070192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my best girls (L-R) Sophia the Samurai wielding Mafia Chick, Chris the Sexay Marine,&lt;br /&gt;Wynn the Hot Army Babe, and yours truly the French Maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/IMG_3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/IMG_3758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had international pimps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/IMG_3750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/IMG_3750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughtay Nurse Olgie (hehe), Pimpin Darren &amp; Kinkay Teacher Jess (disciplinary i hope :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/IMG_3731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/IMG_3731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pimp and the maid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; All my favourite people :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/DSCF0043edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/DSCF0043edited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy dancing crowd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/1600/30469770521501l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1396/3144/320/30469770521501l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115174073922697610?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115174073922697610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115174073922697610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115174073922697610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115174073922697610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/07/pornstars-pimps.html' title='Pornstars &amp; Pimps.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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-29495655.post-115080523202696378</id><published>2006-06-20T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:15:54.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail the bitch! - again.</title><content type='html'>Ok. So like, this is yet ANOTHER attempt at blogging.. Introductions not needed. I'm a veteran at this thing, darling. And er, how do you change the colour of text again? heh heh .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29495655-115080523202696378?l=exclamationjo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/feeds/115080523202696378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29495655&amp;postID=115080523202696378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115080523202696378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29495655/posts/default/115080523202696378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exclamationjo.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-hail-bitch-again.html' title='All hail the bitch! - again.'/><author><name>Jo!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03821481722317599332</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>
