<?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-2716845736002919326</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:35:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utilitarianism.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-3258359785634820030</id><published>2010-08-23T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:30:10.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was thinking one day, thinking of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;div&gt;then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wondered, what were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thought and I thought and thought a little more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; came up with a list of what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; managed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; love, the light of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'re &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; soul-mate, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; undying companion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'re &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; babe, and nobody else's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'re &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; happiness, my angelic smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'re &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; tears, the ones that I wouldn't stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'re &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; one and only, unique in this world and that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; realized, there is a single word that encompasses all that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are to me, all that we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); "&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'re nothing to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; if not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Mine&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would be nothing to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; if not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here it is, the fruits of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; musings, the one thing that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wanted to share with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; love. That &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would only be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;yours &lt;/span&gt;for as long as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, forever and a day, plus eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2716845736002919326-3258359785634820030?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/3258359785634820030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/08/musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3258359785634820030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3258359785634820030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/08/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-3556273999800384379</id><published>2010-07-22T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:43:27.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months Inactive.!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lexandl&lt;/span&gt; .!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; slacker. &gt;_&lt; .!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;'ve been together for ALMOST a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ve stopped at 6 MONTHS.!?! People are going to assume that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; didn't last more than&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt; 6 months and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; became an anti-social lazy de-motivated dummy after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; happy 6 months.!! GRRRR.!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am, the awesome awesome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; who has to take over the duty of informing--- Ok, who am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;kidding D: .! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m just here to type something to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and bless those who actually checked this quarter-dead blog in hopes of a new update. Well, here it is, and sorry to disappoint those who were hoping for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lexandl&lt;/span&gt; but all you'll be getting is the infinitely more awesome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;.!! (Which, remind &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; again, how is that any worse.? Hence, how is it anything that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;should apologize about.? Senseless D: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.~ It's almost going to be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt; one year anniversary.!~ One year.! 1 year.!! Hahaha. This 28th July 2010, it'll be officially 1 year. Maybe one day the world will know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;story, but for now, it's just between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;. And maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;could tell&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; friends about it over 'Milo Ais' (which is the ONLY thing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ever drink at mamaks and warongs and stalls-beside-the-roads).. Anyway.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; can't go to fancy places or celebrate it elaborately as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;'re crack-bottom sea-bed broke. D: .! Aren't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; glad&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; didn't just say "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;YOU'&lt;/span&gt;RE broke" and typed "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;'RE broke" instead.? See.? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;even have similarities financially. Only in this context however. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m still getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; FairLady 370 &gt;=] .! And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can sit in the passenger speed while &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; over-take Kancils and Kelisas. And god forgive those who overtake &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; RAWR.! Hahah. Anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long long 6 months. There were tears, there was even more laughter, and a butt-load of comedy acts. Such as..... There was this time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lexx&lt;/span&gt;------- Okok, just between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. No outsiders allowed. (More's the pity cause it was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;ÜBER&lt;/span&gt; HILLARIOUS.!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a short post as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m still in college... So.. Let &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;just thank you.. For : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. .. always sending &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; good night messages without fail (Not counting the times &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;had no credit and falling asleep cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were utterly exhausted.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;mean, it's not like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep k------ OkoK, Hush.! :'D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. .. always cheering &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; up when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;needed it most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. .. working hard at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; job so that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;can enjoy&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; our &lt;/span&gt;Saturdays together eating good food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 .. (Last but .. not really least) putting the blanket over &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; when&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;fell asleep without one. *Bigggg Smiles :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lexandl&lt;/span&gt;. Forever and a day plus eternity. =^^= MwarRrKS.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-3556273999800384379?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/3556273999800384379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-months-inactive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3556273999800384379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3556273999800384379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-months-inactive.html' title='6 Months Inactive.!?!'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8695251845014181509</id><published>2010-01-27T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:59:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this world, you will want to find someone to love, someone to care for, someone to give your all. In this world, you will want to make that person the father or the mother of your child or children. There will be that one person whom, by just looking at his or her smile, you know that he or she is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Have you, like me, found that person? I have, and I'm happy. Come midnight, it'll be our 6th month anniversary, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I that is. 6 months.. time really does fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 6th Month &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six Months and still in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six Months and still wanting more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six Months and moving forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six Months and never looking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six Months&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; believe it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I had taken pictures of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, they would really come in handy now. Forgive me. Hmm, Happy 6th month &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, and thank you for everything. Don't forget to smile as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; read alright? That smile of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; isn't meant to be hidden. Let the world see just how beautiful &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;are, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;have ever done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;have ever said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything and anything, down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the little things like that of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1, 2, 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for putting the effort that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;do in everything that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;do for me. Thank you for being the reason behind my smiles. Thank you for being the sole reason behind my happiness. I know that I've found someone really special, I know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;are special to me because whenever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;smile I get a happy feeling inside. Somewhat.. Satisfactory. It's satisfaction from seeing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;smile in response to my actions.  Lastly, thank you for being the reason behind my sadness. Are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;wondering why I'm thanking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;for something like that, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;? Because if I were to be hurt, because if I were to be upset, because if I were to shed a tear or two, I'd want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be the reason behind them all. I'd want the person behind it all to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, because I'd rather be uppsetted, hurt, and crying because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want it to be anyone else. I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you, &lt;/span&gt;more than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From time to time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll mess up. I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hurt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unknowingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never deliberately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive me for all that I've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;done wrong. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now it's true, nobody's relationship is ever perfect. There's always arguments in relationships. I'm sorry for being a pain in the ass at times, however I'm sure that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know well enough that everything I do for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;is what's best for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Even if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;dislike it, it's always what's best for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I love only&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; you EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;, please remind &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;yourself &lt;/span&gt;every day. I'm sorry that I can get pretty selfish at times, and not to forget, stubborn. I'm sorry that I've upsetted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; again and again. However, was there ever a time where I didn't bother cheering &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;up even though it's RIGHT after upsetting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;? Was there ever a time where I allowed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be upset? Never. I've never once stood idly by and allowed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be upset. I know it's silly to want to be the one who makes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;smile RIGHT after being the one who screwed things up, but no matter how I look at it, I just can't allow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be upset. That's why regardless of the situation, regardless of who's right and who's wrong, I put cheering &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;up first. That's how things are between us, and it will always remain that way. I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To still be madly in love with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;at the age of 50, was what I once said to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I will keep my word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. I promise. :) Happy 6th Month &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Considering the fact that I give &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;a note every Tuesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;how many do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;will have by the age of 50? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-8695251845014181509?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8695251845014181509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-6th-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8695251845014181509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8695251845014181509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-6th-month.html' title='Happy 6th Month.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-7404381370179045802</id><published>2010-01-03T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:19:45.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That girl is mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the afternoon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Looks to the left*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful girl sitting next to me playing DotA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the evening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Looks to the right*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still see a beautiful girl sitting next to me, playing DotA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must be lucky, to be able to sit next to a beautiful girl in a cyber cafe as I played DotA today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm lucky because that girl is mine. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm lucky that that beautiful girl, is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I'm lucky that that beautiful girl, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, is mine. I'm lucky that I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;.. and every time I looked at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; today, I kept asking myself "Why is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; so beautiful?" and it makes me want to give &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a kiss on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; cheek. Oh love.. The fun we had ever since SPM ended. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walking next to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel high and mighty. I'm more than proud to have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;, no matter what other people might say or think.. I'll always be proud of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and I'll always be proud to have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. My heart is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm forever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;. Even though I'll be in the company of others when college starts, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will be the only one I want and need. I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Let me be the only one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will ever want and need too, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; college is starting soon, hmm.. if only this year Taylor's only got girls registered for their SAM. &gt;_&lt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;b&gt;mine&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mine only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, more than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, forever and a day plus eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nothing's going to change that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nothing's going to come in between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Take care love, and I'll see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; when I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S : On January 4th, Lexandl will start his college. Update. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-7404381370179045802?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/7404381370179045802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-girl-is-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7404381370179045802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7404381370179045802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-girl-is-mine.html' title='That girl is mine.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-3795035808202298439</id><published>2009-12-14T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:41:25.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Departure.</title><content type='html'>Where do I start? It's been a long time since I last blogged, and a lot has happened since then. When I say 'a lot' I mean a lot. Well, SPM's over. &lt;s&gt;One&lt;/s&gt; Many would think that Lexandl would be a tad busy to spend time with his friends, but look.. I'm not busy (well, other than with work.) and why? because &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is in Korea having &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; not-so-time-of-&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;-life there. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;'s missing me, I can tell. Haha. I love &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, it's been a really long time since I last blogged.. and when I last blogged I think I mentioned about blogging about work? Let's start from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see, to those who don't already know. I'm working at Brussels Beer Cafe at Jaya One. Trust me, once you work at Food and Beverages outlets, it'll change your point of view for good. Once you're on the inside (and by 'inside' I mean working there) you'll see and know things you don't want to. Things like.. if food were to drop on the floor, they'd just pick it up and serve it to you anyway.! Things like.. roaches crawling all over the straws and plates, etc. Haha. Yeah yeah, this is the ugly truth. The truth that we, F&amp;amp;B outlets, protect you from. What I do at Brussels? I deliver the food, the drinks, and the bill. I am what they'd call 'Runner'. Anyway, that was what I used to do everyday.. until recently. :) After the resignation of a few senior staffs, leaving me the only senior left amongst the other runners. There are obviously a few other seniors, but they're under servicing. They do things like taking the orders and setting up plates for the customers. Oh and not to forget, listen to the runners. Because a Runner's main priority is to deliver. So, assuming that upon delivery of.. French Fries. The customer would like some Chili sauce, and they happen to ask a runner for it, all a runner has to do is inform one of the service staffs. Mah Bitches.~ ;D Lol.. and yes, considering I'm the only senior left amongst the runners.. all I really do is boss people around. Which is sooooo relaxing. You make people do the delivering and you stay behind, which btw is what you're SUPPOSED to do. So don't look at me like I'm a bad person. It's not like ever since I became the leader of the runners I started standing with my arms crossed more or something. Sheeesh.~ (xixi.~ don't say a word &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Hush. *kiss*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so like.. this customer asked for my name the other day. The dialogue went like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : Hey man, what's your name? I've never gotten a chance to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Oh, it's Lexandl, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : Oh, Alexander.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : No, it's Lexandl. *spells it out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : Huh.? Okay.. What's your Chinese name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : It's Gan Yan Hien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : I've certainly never heard of Lexandl before. It's a nice name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Oh.. have you heard of Gan Yan Hien before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*customer stones..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer : Haha, no I haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that was a waste of time. Blogging about work that is. What I REALLY want to blog about is &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.~ :) lol, Haha, it's been a while. Cut me some slack. Sheesh. So like, SPM ended on the 8th of December for &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; finished &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; Chemistry paper 3 in like.. 20 minutes and had to stone for another 10 minutes till &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; could leave the hall. Oh man, I remember having a tough time for my Chemistry paper 3. Lol. Life's easy when you're smart I suppose. Anyway.. I know I may not have updated when it was our 4th month anniversary&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm sorry. I'm also sorry I didn't make &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; anything, unlike the 2nd and 3rd month. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I got together on a Tuesday. It was July 28th. It was in November that I had the random thought of.. giving &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; a little note every Tuesday. One day when I was working, I just had the random thought of writing on one of Brussels' serviettes. On the very next day, when she was done with school (I wait for her to be done with school everyday btw. It's.. quality time with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. :) I'd wait until &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; mother comes to pick&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; up) I gave it to &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; and then it struck me. Hey, why not make every Tuesday special? I'll give&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; a little note every Tuesday. I've given&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; a few serviettes, and a few coasters. lol. Coasters from Brussels Beer Cafe of course. Haha. Well.. SPM ended on the 8th and we went out that day for a while.. window shopped a little bit here and there and then we went to Cold Storage to get ice-cream. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; wanted to settle for the RM5.99 one, but I didn't allow. I went for the RM25++ for 1 pint. Lol, and then we also got chocolate rice sprinkles and Tim-Tam. The outstanding amount for those 3 items was RM39 ++ and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; wasn't too happy about it. Haha, it was funny though. I wasn't expecting it to be that expensive either.. but, oh well :) Only the best for &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; :) good ice-cream good biscuits. ;D Tim-Tam was RM11 ++ btw. Lol. Then we went to get DvD's so that we could watch at &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; place. I've been wanting to see if &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;is one who cries watching a sad movie. Hahaha, so we watched Marley and Me. To those who have already watched the movie, there was a scene where Jennifer Aniston took off her clothes to go skinny-dip in the pool. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; covered my eyes, like.. what the hell right? Lol, sheesh.~ I'm 19 love. Haha. (&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; 11-years old brother was watching with us too) and right when I said "why are &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;covering my eyes and not his?" that was when I realized he had already turned his back against the TV. Oh.. classic. The old days. Back when &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; some of us were a goody-goody, we'd turn out backs on whatever's playing just because so much as a shirt came off. Note that I used 'some', because I happen to have a friend whom apparently, intended to cut out the left side of his &lt;b&gt;kindergarten&lt;/b&gt; teacher's breast and store it in a chest back home. Note again that I had 'kindergarten' in Bold. So yeah, it's people like these who wouldn't turn their backs when shirts go off. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had 3 days to spend with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; after SPM, only 3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; had to leave for Korea on the night of the 3rd day. Day 2 was spent following &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to Taylor's Hartamas to enroll for college. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;went with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; Dad, and I came along. Can you imagine? At first &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; dad said I can't come along because there was a bicycle in the back seat of the car. After having to drive no longer than a minute, this is what &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; father asked &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; "Do &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; really want him to come?" and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; immediately answered "yes please.!" So &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; father turned the car around and took the bicycle out of the back seat. I'm amazed, I didn't think something like that would actually happen. I love you &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;, I guess things just go our way huh? :) Day 2 continued with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; best friend, whom also happen to be &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; ex (yeah, believe it. Lol.) and her brother and father at the mamak. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; didn't have anything to eat until 4 in the evening, so yeah.. we went out. Then as we got back, we watched Astro Boy. Another DvD that we bought from the day before. (yes, which I've failed to mention.) We didn't get to complete the movie, we had to leave for dinner. Again, all of us. Including her mother of course. We went to Kayu Nasi Kandar in SS2. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; said that &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; will choose what I eat that night, and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; took rice, vege, sotong, and chicken. Which I wasn't comfortable with, and when I learned that the plate cost 14 bucks, I didn't dare accept it. So &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I switched plates. Obviously I'm not going to eat something like that on the very first day out with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt; family. ._. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; parents would hate me, right? Lol. And yeah, since &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I switched plates.. the minute &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; sat down, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; father said " wah, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are eating so much?" what would he have thought of ME if we hadn't switched plates? Obviously he wouldn't be as comfortable as to just voice out whatever he would be thinking of me if &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I hadn't switched plates, yes? Lol. Dropped &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; home, and then drove home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 - Final day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up at 11 something to go out to OU, window shopped a little bit for later that day. (&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; was shopping for clothes to wear in Korea.) &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; isn't one who wears dresses, anymore. As we were walking around, we passed by Sub and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; saw a black dress on display. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; said that it's a really nice dress, so I told &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to go try. After all, I said I'd get &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; a dress. So we went into Sub, and the staff there picked out a few other dresses for &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to try as well. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; looked really really beautiful in all those dresses. The best in the one she bought later that day of course, reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyy sexy. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; likes it too. :) and I can't wait to see &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in it again. ;D I tried on some clothes too, at Topman though. Been planning to get a new pair of jeans for over a year now. Lol, and I don't know why it took me so long to register the fact that &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was trying to get me to be &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; personal 'L' from Death Note the minute &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; got me to try on a long-sleeved white T-shirt into my head. It was only hours later that it occurred to me. Haha, which is rather funny. I was only joking when I said that, but.. haha. Unfortunately for &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, the material used for the T-shirt was really thin. So what happens when you wear a fitting and thin WHITE T-shirt? You figure it out. :) (that is, of course if anyone of you are actually still reading. Lol.) Went to Centrepoint for Lunch, at Pizza Uno. I had the Carbonara Fettuccine, while &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; had.. something Vongole. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hers&lt;/span&gt; had clamps in it, and I asked for them to add mushrooms in it, because &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; loveeeeeeeessss mushrooms. Not half as much as &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; loves me though......... I think. Haha. Apparently.. we were both really happy during lunch. We're both not saying that we've never been happy with other people we've dated before, we're just saying that we've never been any happier. :) We were sitting across each other, and I couldn't help but to lean forward halfway across the table just to talk to &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. Can you imagine? Having to lean forward with your arms crossed and elbows on the table, just so you could get a little closer to the person sitting across you? Lol. I was really, really happy that day. :) Best lunch I've ever had. Period. :) Not the best in terms of food........ :p but definitely the best lunch I've ever had :) Lol, I love only you&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; EmiLy Yew&lt;/span&gt;, more than anyone more than anything. Forever and a day.. plus eternity :) After lunch, we met up with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; mother.. and we shopped for real. Lol. It was a fun day. Guys would be staring at &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I would dislike it, girls would be staring at me and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she'd&lt;/span&gt; dislike it. Haha, it was a nice day. :) Went home with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; mother stayed to shop a little while more, we asked if &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; needs help but &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; said it's okay. So we headed back first and then watched a few scenes of a movie. Yes, a few scenes. Lol, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; couldn't help but to fast forward through the movie at all the boring scenes. Had dinner with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; family, lol. It was a nice day. :) until &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; left for the airport. The minute &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; got into the cab, I started to feel upset. The minute I started to compose a message, I started to tear. The entire day, I knew it would come to this, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; having to leave me that is. The entire day, I was preparing myself. Although I know &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;'ll be back, although I know &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;'ll only be gone for 7 days... but that's 7 days of not having to talk to &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. That's 7 days of not having to see &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, that's 7 days of not having to hear &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; voice. That's 7 days of not being able to spend time with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I cried. . I couldn't help but to cry. Worried of what may happen to &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; trip there, worried that we'd be so far away and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it if anything were to happen. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; called me, as &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; hid in the toilet in the aeroplane. To tell me that &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; loves me. It was a really nice day, it was fun. Today, marks the 4th day since &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; left for Korea. I'm getting by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; called me from a public phone, I was really really happy the minute I heard &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; voice. Knowing that it was &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; on the other side, and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;'s fine and that I'm actually on the phone with &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, made me really happy, and I couldn't help but to smile really widely. If &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are reading this &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for everything. If &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are reading this &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, enjoy &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; in Korea okay? Don't be depressed that &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are away from me, try to make time away from me worth it. (although, that is impossible.. :p lol, but I'd like &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to try.) As &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are probably snowboarding away right now, I'm shirtless at home and sweating because of the freaking weather even though it's raining here. As &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are snowboarding right now, I'm getting ready for work now. This post took me an hour and 40 minutes to type, and I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. If &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are reading this &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, forgive me for all the 'you's and 'girlfriend's aren't in purple. I don't have the time right now, and lastly.. I'm sorry that I wasn't online earlier today, and when I was, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; weren't anymore. And when I was watching my sitcom in full-screen, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; came online again and I didn't realize until &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were already offline. Fuck this shit. ._. I love only you &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;.. more than anyone more than anything. Forever and a day plus eternity. :) Take care okay &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;? Return to me safely and in good health, return to me the way &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; left me.. rightfully mine, and only mine. :) I love only &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, getting ready for work now. I'm waiting for &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to return to me. So, hurry.. and return to me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The million-dollar question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; cry watching sad movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; did a really good job holding back &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; tears the other day. Hahahaha. Oh &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;... I miss &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; so much. :) pai.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-3795035808202298439?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/3795035808202298439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3795035808202298439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3795035808202298439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure.html' title='The Departure.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-2869620865170175365</id><published>2009-10-29T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:42:31.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start things off with my Happy 3rd month, then only about work. (If I feel like it. lol.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, My LG Secret is spoilt at the moment so I couldn't take a picture of the card I made for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; on our Happy 3rd month. (Not that it's that good anyway. &gt;_&gt; ) So yeah.. There won't be any pictures for this post. (Surprise surprise) Anyway, here's a piece of advice for you readers. Never ever get flip/slide phones. They're screwed up inventions. iPhones too, hear that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy 3rd Month &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that I tell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; everything that I've done in my past life inclusive of my sins and mistakes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because I want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to know me before it's too late for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to back out, because I want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to love me for who I was, who I am, and who I may be in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that I always always have really long messages waiting to be read by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; whenever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wake up? (even though it's only going to be a short nap. To my readers who don't know what is it that I do, I send really long messages to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; whenever&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt;'s asleep. Like maybe.. 18 messages long? On &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday I sent &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; a 42 messages-long good night message. w00t, crazy boyfriend. Anyway, I used to only send them whenever I'm about to go to sleep. Hence, only during the night. However, NOW I send them whenever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;'s asleep. It's so that..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's so that when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wake up, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will always remember why is it that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; liked me in the beginning. Because I've always been one to have long messages waiting to be read by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wake up. It's so that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will feel special, because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; deserve to feel that way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that I always always start every message that I send to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; whenever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are asleep with 'I love only you. :)'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because that is what I want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to know the instant &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wake up. I want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to know that I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and that my heart doesn't belong to anyone else but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that I always open the door to the car for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and surprisingly.. it feels nice. (besides, I've promised &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; that I would always always open the door for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; first. ;D and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; know I'm not all talk. I will be the same person 3 years, 24 years into our relationship as I was 3 months into our relationship.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that I have always always been there, outside &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; school, whenever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because if every time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are going to be on the look out for me whenever school's out, then that's where I'll be. Because I know that if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were to be on the look out, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would have a little hope that I might be there. I don't want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to look around only to find that I am not there. Because I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I will always always be there for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Both figuratively and literally. :) I don't ever want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to feel disappointed or upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; are the only girl that I feel like holding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; hand as I introduce &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to my father as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; even though I clearly know that my father doesn't want me to be dating at this age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Because I love only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Because no other girl has loved me, because no other girl has given, because no other girl has sacrificed as much as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do. Because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are meant for me, because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.. are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my soul-mate&lt;/span&gt;. :) Because we're serious, because if I were to want to bring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for Chinese New Year dinners with the Gan family, this is the first step. Because my father will have to accept &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; one day, and it starts on the 2nd night after SPM. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't have any problems right? Considering it's just SO EASY to make conversations with parents, is it not? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(oh shoot, I just woke &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; up for tuition a little too early. Totally forgot that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; ate lunch already, so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; doesn't need an hour to get ready for tuition. Woops. lol. Oh well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; loves me, that's why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; puts up with it. Haha. Yet to face &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; wrath huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;, I've never been more serious than this. After SPM, the second night after SPM, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will be coming over to my house for dinner and when I introduce &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to my father as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; I will be holding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; hand. Here's to us, forever and a day plus eternity. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy 3rd month again, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : why is it that I comply to all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; requests?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         because I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I'm only capable of the little things like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P / s s : why is it that I've given &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; the 'final say' on who gets to pay all our dining out bills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;              Because I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, because I know it'll make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feel better that I don't pay                    everything every time. and I know that if I don't give &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; the final say, I'll be the one paying every time. I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No time to blog about work btw, some other time la. It's not important anyway. Lul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are mine. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-2869620865170175365?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/2869620865170175365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/2869620865170175365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/2869620865170175365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8205815867322329619</id><published>2009-10-01T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:53:49.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did it ever occur to you that I just KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;Know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will still love me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, in us.&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; that what we have is definitely definitely a first for us, and it's nice. (is it not?)&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; love me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will be missing me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have never met a guy like me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; in 'Forever and a day + eternity'.&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; that ever since the 4th of June, we've had more fun together than with others.&lt;br /&gt;(you know, I was trying to recall what date was it that we first talked on MSN, and my mind just kept telling me it was the 4th. I checked our conversation history, and it really was.)&lt;br /&gt;(Reading old conversation history is rather nice huh? Did &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know that we talked for almost an hour without pause the first time on MSN? Like, we didn't bother about anything else.. but each other. Lol. I guess.. ever since the start, the attraction was already there? :)     )&lt;br /&gt;Because I &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt;.. Don't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I believe in us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I believe what we have is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are awesome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P / s : I'll be missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sooo &lt;/span&gt;much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P / s s : It's just yet another test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-8205815867322329619?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8205815867322329619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8205815867322329619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8205815867322329619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-1563302201793449085</id><published>2009-09-27T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:09:53.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 17th Birthday love. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beautyheaven.com.au/article_images/2008/August-4/l_occitane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.beautyheaven.com.au/article_images/2008/August-4/l_occitane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'occitane's 100 ml Cherry Blossom Eau de Toilette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying in the first breeze of Spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherry blossom is so rare and precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spring huh? My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Miss Japanese Springtime&lt;/span&gt;. :) Yeah.. I guess no one else would understand this nickname huh? I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, again. ;D I'm sorry, but I forgot to take a picture of the card I made for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. (which I spent 4 hours working on. but yeah, not important :p) So.. I don't have many pictures (only have this one picture -_-) to go around. I'm also sorry that I forgot to remind &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to take pictures yesterday, and for not remembering myself. Ugh. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;, and yesterday.. has got to be the best day for this year thus far. I thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so maaaaaaaaaaaybe I splurged a little too soon with a gift like that. For some reason, I wasn't hesitant nor reluctant. Which was a first really, I wonder why. I've never been one to spend much on gifts for people, and even if I did I'd be secretly hoping that I hadn't. Then I'll wonder why is it that I feel that way. Anyway, my point is.. I've never felt like it was 'Okay' to splurge like that. I'm pretty sure it's a first, &lt;u&gt;I'm pretty sure I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;  :) *kisses &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy's&lt;/span&gt; left cheek.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's move on to the birthday celebration.&lt;/u&gt; (sorry Yuki, failed to take pictures. Another picture-less post. This is obviously if you're still reading. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh look! A cow!" Hahahahahaha. Okay, no more on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration huh? Let's see.. where to begin? where to begin..? I recalled &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; telling me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like Curry Puffs with fillings in it, like.. with eggs and chicken and stuff. (obviously with the usual curry and potatoes as well.) And I remember there being a really good curry puff stall in SS2. So I took the effort in getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; one, because I'm like that, I'm going to spoil &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. With things &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like. (wait till &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; see what I have for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; today! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; actual birthday.) Note that I've never tried the curry puff for myself, so I'm sorry there weren't any egg or chicken in it. -_- I'm glad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; haven't had breakfast then, my impulse on getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a curry puff turned out to be beneficial after all. *psst* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;looked amazing love. :) Indeed &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fashion sense is different than that of others, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; amaze me :) Aishiteru yo. I'm sorry for letting the little things get to me, I'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, we left for OU. Having lunch at Korean BBQ Plaza. It was my first time there. It was fun. Haha. It's a place where &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u have to cook your own food btw. Somewhat like Steamboat, you get the idea right? Anyway.. Lunch was alright. Now, I WOULD say amazing. But when your girlfriend makes you eat a BOWL of cabbage, it really takes away the 'umph!', the kick, in all that's nice. It was like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; takes a pumpkin and puts it on my plate.*&lt;br /&gt;LexxiE : I don't want.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; : You have to try. (padahal sendiri didn't try -_-)&lt;br /&gt;LexxiE : Okay, if I'm trying.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; have to try some too. *splits pumpkin by 1/4* Here. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;LexxiE : Tell &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; what. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;try this, and I'll finish up all the vege on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; plate. (yeah.. i just realized. I said 'this plate'.. meaning &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;made me eat 2 bowls of cabbage, not one!)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; instantly reaches for the pumpkin.*&lt;br /&gt;LexxiE : Oh and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; cannot make any expression of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy &lt;/span&gt;eats the pumpkin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I swear.. it was so cute. Lol. Oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry to have &lt;s&gt;made &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; eat the pumpkin&lt;/s&gt; restricted&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; from making any expressions. Haha. (anyway.. continuing) So yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; thought that it would only be fair that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; avenge herself by making me eat 2 bowls of cabbage. I only made &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; the deal in the first place because I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like wasting food. So.. to ensure that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is happy, I ate them cabbage. AND! in case you people don't already know (and I'm not referring to only the black people. Woosh.~ okay that was uncalled for. Haha. I think.. only a small amount of people will actually get this?) I dislike eating vegetables. I don't eat them greens. I have a theory : Whatever's healthy, isn't tasty. And vice versa. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, don't be sorry don't feel bad. :) I was completely willing to eat them, as long as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; go home smiling at the end of the day :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; looked adorable when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;cooked the Calamari btw. Haha. (oh yes yes. Lunch was with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; best friend and also a classmate. where are my manners? Haha. Woosh.~ Apparently they were sympathetic of me, looking at me eat the bowls of vege.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch ended and we went for pool by the bowling alley, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; continues to amaze me. :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;'s no dead weight in a team-match. :p unlike &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; guy friends. HAHA. Okay okay.. It was fun. I'm amazed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm.. [oh before I forget.. I guess it's (almost almost almost) safe to say that I've rediscovered my touch a little so like.. BRING IT BITCHES! This obviously directed to my friends. Lol. A little practice and I should be back to normal. The top.~ HAHA. Oh they must be swearing their pants off right now.] The day ended there for the group, and I got to have some time alone with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say.. the day turned out to be perfect. What with dinner and all. I listed 4 places for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;to choose from to have dinner. (considering that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; wasn't allowed to leave OU and head to curve with me. Otherwise Tony Roma's would be in the list as well.. and other choices of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chili's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T.G.I.F.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack's Place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chili's was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; original choice, but we were in a hurry and there was a waiting line. So we had to settle for somewhere else. Hence &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; chose T.G.I.F. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be home by 8, but we stayed out till 9. The best part was..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; mother didn't say anything. ;D And it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; first time staying out till 9 with friends. I continue to wonder why things seem to be going our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; further amazes me with the way &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; eats. Oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;truly are different aren't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;? :) It was a great day, and I ended it with a birthday song at midnight. To come think of it, I've never personally sang a birthday song to anoyone. It'll be our little tradition alright? Just between &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and I. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If this year's celebration isn't already &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; best birthday celebration ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every year I'll be trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the best of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are getting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lay low. Bury everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-1563302201793449085?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/1563302201793449085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-17th-birthday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/1563302201793449085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/1563302201793449085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-17th-birthday-love.html' title='Happy 17th Birthday love. :)'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-5943790349189791197</id><published>2009-09-21T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:29:06.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll each take half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;'Chi Lang Chi Puah'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. That is how you say "we'll each take half" in Hokkien. Hmm, so it appears that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; on a totally random day came up with this totally random idea of having string bracelets. It's a nice idea. ;D The other day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; tied strings on my right wrist. 3 strings, Purple, Black, and.. Pink? Anyway.. Yeah, then I asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; "won't &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have one as well?" and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; said "yeah, i will." I asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; on which hand does &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; want to have them, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; told me to decide and within seconds I decided on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; left. That way when we hold hands, we'll both have our string bracelets on our wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SrcxvCpKImI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u4Rf-28sEPc/s1600-h/Picture+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SrcxvCpKImI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u4Rf-28sEPc/s320/Picture+272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383826563777831522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; fails to remind me of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday in 6 days! ;D To those who are a little slow with their numbers, it means &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; birthday is on the 27th. ;D &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Babe&lt;/span&gt;, things have been going our way thus far and I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; see it too. Tell me we aren't lucky, tell me we aren't being blessed by the Gods above. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;can't can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;? :) On &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; birthday, things will go our way as well &gt;=] I'll see to it that it does. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; make &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SrcxusDbkRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xrqpYhZd9sI/s1600-h/Picture+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SrcxusDbkRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xrqpYhZd9sI/s320/Picture+269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383826557714010386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little random-ness can make people happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've waited 19 years for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-5943790349189791197?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/5943790349189791197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-each-take-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5943790349189791197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5943790349189791197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-each-take-half.html' title='We&apos;ll each take half.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SrcxvCpKImI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u4Rf-28sEPc/s72-c/Picture+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8541069549583575254</id><published>2009-09-16T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:12:39.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around comes around.</title><content type='html'>Before I begin, I'm sorry to only two people. Firstly, the one who is most important to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. The other person, is of course Lee Lin Yi. I'm apologizing because of the things I'll say in this post. Ugly things. Consisting of a lot of F words. Somehow.. I feel that Lin Yi would be the one most disappointed with me.. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; will accept me for who I am, so yeah.. I think I'll be fine. Won't I, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;? &gt;_&lt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are asleep, I hope &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are sleeping well. I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, so so much. More than&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; know ;D and of course, I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.) so yeah.. forgive me Lin Yi? :z it's just.. I'm sick of all the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough. You're disgusting. I'm even going to say your name, so that everyone reading my blog would know. Cause really, I couldn't care less. chin lee shan, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've decided to erase you completely, I've removed you from MSN and my phonebook. I've seriously had enough of your shit and I'd rather you leave me be. It's starting to disgust me. I was thinking to myself, as to whether or not I should tell you off. And I thought, "heh.. why waste time, just let her do whatever she wants." A small part of me told myself, it's alright Lexandl, you're not here to hurt anyone. Don't say hurtful things. But tonight, all that changes. Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you, and fuck off. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I haven't been reading your blog, nor have I bothered to give a shit about you. Because I'm tired of all the shit you've put me through. But I was told to read this one post on your blog, and so I did. It was the one where you let out everything over the past months, of course.. relating to me. The same person who told me to read your blog, also told me that you editted your blog post the minute I changed my 'style'. (yes, I'm protecting this person. Keeping him/her away from your shit. for all you know, it just might someone dear to you. Ohh this is sooo killing you.) Do you remember what YOU did?  It's not that I changed all my you's/yours's/etc etc from italized to coloured because of YOUR blog post, I changed even before I read your pathetic little post ranting about me. This same person has both copies of your post, the uneditted one and the editted one. So.. you're actually THAT fucking lifeless as to edit your blog to make it SEEM like you're the one who has made the changes? Hahaha. If pathetic is like here *holds out hand at the lowest possible height* you are HERE *uses the hand of another individual's and places it even lower than my own hand* that's just how pathetic you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you've probably complained to your friends about me, I'm not surprised if you've got them going "Yeah lorh, bad guy la he" or whatever the fuck really. Cause it's not like they know the whole story. So you do things like message me about random things like your sister going to Scotland and the lake there and shit. What am i supposed to feel? Moved? Touched? Not by your messages I won't. pft. -_- You say things like "I'm not giving up on this friendship" hahaha, and for what? I've given up on it a LOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago. So yeah, just.. give it a rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do you want me to do? Sit still and STILL take all your shit even though I couldn't care less about you? The fuck I will, to hell with you. The fuck I care if this post will hurt you, you STILL give me shit like as if I'm supposed to care about you, like as if I STILL care about you, *rolling on the floor laughing my FUCKING flat white ass off* the fuck I care if you get hurt and pull yet another one of your sleepless nights, the fuck i care. Go ahead, you're just wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through every separation, there's a loser and a winner. I learned this from the tv series, How I Met Your Mother (oh dear readers, if somehow.. you're STILL reading this, it's a great tv series. Lexandl-approved ;D and.. wow you're still reading. Haha.). And yes, through every separation, there's a loser and a winner. It's obvious who's the fucking loser here, no? ;D Oh I know the type of person you are, you're vengeful. So you'll most probably launch a counter-attack at me through your blog, or somehow. But yeah, know that I won't read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fucking reply whether I can collect my books or not or you will regret it I tell you. I guaratee you." It's up to you really, whatever you intend to do. Do you want my honest opinion on you? Yes, your attitude really is hateful. You have to change. You'll make me regret, you'll make sure my life will be what, a living hell? You're going to what, get your boyfriend and his friends to whack me up? You're going to what, puncture the tyres of the cars in front of my house? Go ahead, but I seriously hope you don't do anything. Otherwise, they'll just be more signs that you are indeed, absolutely, irrevocably, unequivocally, someone who needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieka said "Don't bother talking to people like that, I know how it feels. I learned the hard way.", she and I know better than to bother talking to people who give you shit. With these last words of mine I hope you'll change. Aside from actually carrying your books along with me when I do go to Marks &amp;amp; Spencer, this blog post will be like my last ever time-wasting-on-you activity I'll bother myself with. After I'm done with the books, leave me alone. For all the things we've been through, will you at least give me this much? It's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stay perfect" you said so, no? If I'm so perfect, then this is me.. being perfect. I'm not one who talks to people whom I've come to an agreement that we'd go our separate ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-8541069549583575254?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8541069549583575254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-goes-around-comes-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8541069549583575254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8541069549583575254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around comes around.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-936578085199838855</id><published>2009-09-14T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:34:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with the girlfriend.</title><content type='html'>This is really really good. ;D Go search for more of his videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yn3Xp2jkTZQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yn3Xp2jkTZQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah yeah, the 'fun' is all in this video. This post is about to turn into one about my life with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;MY girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; again. Xixi xixi~ Anyway, yes guys.. stop reading. You know you guys don't want to. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;With &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq3GaGKH29I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b79L01ZxnpA/s1600-h/LGIM0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq3GaGKH29I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b79L01ZxnpA/s320/LGIM0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381175281409579986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sight.&lt;br /&gt;I like this drawing of me. I look cool. lol :p&lt;br /&gt;Thanks love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, in case any of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are wondering, my relationship is going really well. I'm happy with where I am today, I'm happy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, I'm happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. ;D One of the reasons why life is great. Haha. So like.. I woke up the other day at 8AM, and came up with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but one&lt;/span&gt;, I love but&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day, plus eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Live a life with me, one that's new,&lt;br /&gt;Stay by my side, through all calamity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; perception of love blurry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; don't worry, I'll be clarity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; vision now cleared,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm a guy not ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by surprise, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; make not a sound,&lt;br /&gt;Taken by surprise, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; baby fell,&lt;br /&gt;Worried over nothing, for I'm standing my ground,&lt;br /&gt;Arms at ready, protecting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my all&lt;/span&gt;.. from Heaven and Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was still in bed, I don't know how I pulled this one off.  Woosh. I'm glad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like it. ;D Due to the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is still a high-schooler, doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; final year, we don't get to go out much. However, I do get to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; on weekends though. I'd drop by and we'd just talk outside &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; house, by the gate. It's fun.~ ;D &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; father would always say that it's unsafe, so we'd move in to the porch, and then one day.. a shocking turn of events occurred. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; mother actually said "come and sit inside." It was considerably late, but I was invited in. Which really.. makes me happy. For one, not only that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; has never been out of the house (after 8) much, but recently &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; has and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; parents don't seem to mind (much. lol)  and also because I'm actually allowed into the house so late? but yeah anyway.. it's just.. why is it that I'm allowed into the house so late? It's not helping with my 'arrogance'. Wahaha. Oh well, I hope things will go just fine for us. It has been, and it is. :) For some reason, we seem to get our way everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the Gods be giving us their blessings? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Poem by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexandl, truly more than love personified,&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m proud to have by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Unchained by misfortune all laws abide,&lt;br /&gt;All that's good, in us, reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of the past stubbornly remain,&lt;br /&gt;In form of ghosts they stay and maintain,&lt;br /&gt;Shrinking away as lights flood in,&lt;br /&gt;Worry not the insignificance of what could've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives start now, our gift of time,&lt;br /&gt;It is for our present that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; conceive this rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand, You and I,&lt;br /&gt;As we bid our ghosts, farewell, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A classmate of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; actually took this paper away from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;and read everything and misinterpreted it as a break up letter. -___- When asked if why does he think it's a break up letter, he said "there.. farewell, goodbye lor.~". Lol. What class are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;in omg?! :p HAHA. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case all of you don't already know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; and I are somewhat.. synchronized. In sync. Occasionally, we'd say/do the same thing in response to something at the same time. Be it around others or alone by ourselves. It happens quite frequently really. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for the postcard and everything else &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; posted to me in that envelope. I love you, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt;, I'm missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; oh so much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieka said "yeah.. don't bother talking to people like that. they're just a waste of your time." while smiling away. Haha, she's cool. ;D We should hang out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For us, the odds are not against us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-936578085199838855?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/936578085199838855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-with-girlfriend_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/936578085199838855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/936578085199838855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-with-girlfriend_14.html' title='Life with the girlfriend.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq3GaGKH29I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b79L01ZxnpA/s72-c/LGIM0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-3654352667927997399</id><published>2009-09-09T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:19:30.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Information.</title><content type='html'>TV series downloaders, heads up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip Girl - Returns 13th September 2009. (American date, hence meaning we'll only be able to download on the 14th.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House - Returns 20th September 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I Met Your Mother - Returns 20th September 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Tree Hill - Returns 13th September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smallville - Returns 10th September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supernatural - Returns 9th September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Big Bang Theory - Returns 20th September.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Useful information. At least my readers won't get bored of me just yet. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-3654352667927997399?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/3654352667927997399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/information.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3654352667927997399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3654352667927997399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/09/information.html' title='The Information.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-4795622001276841702</id><published>2009-08-29T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:09:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Month. ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy One Month.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, the things I want to do with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.. they're countless. The kisses I want to give &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.. they're limitless. I was rather happy on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;first Tuesday we went out. :) I had fun with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;even though I was &lt;s&gt;allegedly&lt;/s&gt; supposedly really quiet. Look just how much things have changed huh? :) We're awesome, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; are, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my love&lt;/span&gt; :) I've never met a girl like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; honey&lt;/span&gt;, I'm really glad I've found &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Just when I had lost all hope in waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to show up again, waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to come online, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; showed up. :) Babe, I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I'm never leaving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. "This is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the one girl&lt;/span&gt; I'm never going to make cry." and with that said to myself, I promise &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; I will never hurt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, I promise I will not make &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; shed another tear of sadness, I promise &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will be loved by me, I promise I'll be forever faithful. These I promise&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; :) I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;MY EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqnfl9MgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LgK-muIYAbE/s1600-h/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqnfl9MgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LgK-muIYAbE/s320/161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375233750739005954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Did I not say that I would cheer &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Babe&lt;/span&gt;, I will never take &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for granted. I promise &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; that too. Although I know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; love me and that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; care for me, but I'll give &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; the best of care, the best of affection, the best attention, regardless of how long we've been together. :) and just like how I don't know what exactly is going on on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; side of the world without me, and I never will, but I'm sure &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;know what's best for yourself. :) So you'd better take care care care okay? :) and.. You most probably won't know the things for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm hoping one day &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will :) although it's almost impossible unless i tell &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;, and I hope that I'm the only one &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can be happy with :) because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are the only one I can be happy with. I want &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqn-66UYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bXZM3UmIhfw/s1600-h/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqn-66UYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bXZM3UmIhfw/s320/172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375233759148396930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The day I started to think&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I want&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;. There will probably be hardships down the line, but it is as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said. We'll take on whatever challenges thrown towards us. I like the fact that I'm the only one &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are comfortable with calling 'babe' (bay-be). It makes me feel special. (leaves out a few things here. lol, better that way right?) &lt;s&gt;As macho as I am&lt;/s&gt; As much as I go on about being macho is important and stuff, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; I seem to not care whether or not I am. (&gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqoad3AbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aUUJtp_F1L4/s1600-h/176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqoad3AbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aUUJtp_F1L4/s320/176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375233766542737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; haven't tried Chocolate Brownies with Ice-Cream before?!&lt;br /&gt;And I brought &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And I, fulfilled &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; life since that day. In more ways than one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not the type of guy with the bad-boy-I-don't-give-a-shit front which some girls find rather attractive. I'm not a guy who finds it embarrassing to parade the happiness I feel when I'm with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I'm this, a soft side resides in everyone, the type of guy who doesn't hide it. Although there may have been other girls whom I've been sweet to, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said, but with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; I'm happier than with whichever person I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been with. :) I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;, and with&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; my guard Isn't up. Around &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, there's no reason for it to be. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm giving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; my all. My guard is down because I trust &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, my guard is down because I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, my guard is down because I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are free to do as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wish :) my guard is down because I'm giving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, me. I'm offering &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; everything I have, I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Take me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. Take me whole. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spio1NXSgvI/AAAAAAAAADw/H96L2IiDgGo/s1600-h/181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spio1NXSgvI/AAAAAAAAADw/H96L2IiDgGo/s320/181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375231787340563186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Month. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything thus far. :)&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so maybe we only got to spend our first month anniversary together by sitting in the front porch of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; house, but we had fun. We're still happy, and neither of us are complaining. :) (right?!) Everything's great, I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I will see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; on Monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for work today because I was trying to finish this up. Only managed to finish it up after work. Ugh, anyway.. Babe I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :) I hope &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; Saturday wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"have you tried Ice-Cream with rice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and a day plus eternity, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-4795622001276841702?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/4795622001276841702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-first-month-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4795622001276841702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4795622001276841702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-first-month-d.html' title='Happy First Month. ;D'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Spiqnfl9MgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LgK-muIYAbE/s72-c/161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-7041009174765197807</id><published>2009-08-23T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:03:01.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20:07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20:07 - The time after returning home from spending approximately 12 hours and 25 minutes with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; buddy, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; family. (after sitting down, and taking my towel and getting a glass of cold water also.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:10 - What worse impression to leave your girlfriend's father than waking up late for a morning of cycling? I managed to wake up at 4 something in the morning just because someone switched off the lights, but I couldn't wake up to 10 of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend's &lt;/span&gt;calls. Can you imagine? So I rushed, brushed my teeth and packed my extra clothes, changed, and left. Didn't even bother drinking water, which really got to me even before I got on the bike. Throat was so dry. Okay, I'm sure people would like to know if&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; father was angry at me or something. According to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;) he was, but he sure seemed happy enough to wish me good morning. &gt;_&lt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; forced &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt; to cycle up the relatively steep hill due to some reason. It was because of that particular reason, I got left behind, and I was rather worried on how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;was doing at that time. Hence, regardless of the fact that even though I paddled like crazy it still felt like I was paddling on air and not moving much, I still paddled and paddled to make sure I got to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. Right when I thought I was gaining the momentum, my legs failed me. I got so tired, that when I got off to push the bike I couldn't feel my legs and almost fell. Lol. Then we just sat down by the side of the hill and once we thought that we rested enough we went back down. I'm sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, if it wasn't for me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; could've cycled down. Which apparently is the 'reward' for actually cycling up the hill. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I probably violated every single speed limit for each and every road I was on and ran every possible red light. Toretto. ;D Toretto is the characted played by Vin Diesel in Fast and the Furious, to those who don't know. To those who don't know Vin Diesel, namely.. :p should probably Google Image Dom Toretto. Haha. Anyway, it's just this actor that some guys might find hot. But really, it's self-preference. Haha, joe chilling~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08:45 - (At least I think it was 08:45) Breakfast with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. . . and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt; father, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt; younger brother and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt; buddy. I was still worried that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; father was angry at me. Haha, but yeah.. everything turned out fine. I had Iced Milo, while everyone else had something to eat. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - Reached &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend'&lt;/span&gt;s house after pushing our bikes back from the mamak, and we rested. Rested till.. God knows when, and taught &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; Modern Maths, Matrices. ;D Although a student like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; could probably figure it out by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt; if &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; REALLY tried, but yeah.. I took the initiative to help out. Besides, I'm currently working in One Utama and considering how I'm just too damned broke to eat anything I spend my break time in Popular bookstore revising Matrices. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Babe&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; are very much capable of answering all &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; matrices questions from now on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Naturally smart girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;, aish. I'm more than proud to have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. ;D Where do I even begin, I'm so lucky. ;D Thank you for preparing me instant noodles for lunch, although I would've been just fine not eating anything. The feeling has kinda been a norm ever since I started working in Marks &amp;amp; Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06:15 - (I think) Left &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt; house to drop&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; brother off for roller blading lessons, while I spend time with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; awesome girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; in Kiara Park holding &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; hand while jogging, not holding &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; hand while running by&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; side trying to maintain a slow enough pace so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; can keep up. Lol. Our conversations were somewhat like this because I was out of breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : So like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; how fast can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; : Urm.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; probably could go really fast, but considering how you're so out of breath, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; slowing&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; my&lt;/span&gt; pace for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; can go &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; all out if &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; because I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; am just jogging &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; like how I'd &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; walk in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; : Oh really now? Walk then, walk.&lt;br /&gt;Me : This IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; me walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : My pants are &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; : Let go of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; hand and pull your pants up. I wouldn't want to be walking next to a pants-less guy in the park.&lt;br /&gt;Me : oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; : What? Would YOU want to walk next to a pants-less guy in the park?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No. Not with&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; *pants*&lt;/span&gt; a pant &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants&lt;/span&gt;* a pant.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*PANTS*&lt;/span&gt; (couldn't catch my breath so I had a really hard time pronouncing pantSless) pants-less GUY. I'd run next &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; to a pantsless &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; girl though. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; If the girl &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah, but what if &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was jogging with you and suddenly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; pants fell off and it gets stuck at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; lower legs? Would you still want to be next to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Then I'd &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; stop&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; and pull&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; pants up for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy &lt;/span&gt;: Well, that's because you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; wonderful boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Me : If &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; knew &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; that I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; wonderful &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants* &lt;/span&gt;wouldn't have &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants* &lt;/span&gt;even asked me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; if I'd still&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; *pants*&lt;/span&gt; run next to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*pants*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm like really glad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; father actually trusted enough me to drive both his children to the park. ;D The monkey bars were fun &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA. I'm sorry I wasn't being too supportive. But by you making fun of me panting while jogging and running next to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, is exactly why I know it's okay to not be too supportive when it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; turn on the monkey bar. Oops :p But but, isn't this exactly why &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; love me? Because we have fun in our own way, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, it's really nice. :) I like it like that. Even if it means &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; making fun of me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07:15 - (I think) Picked up&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt; brother and after dropping them off and saying bye to their mother, I left for home. It was a great day, I really had fun. And thank you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, for everything. :) It wouldn't have been the way it was without &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reasons why I showed up today even though I was late and supposedly because it's too much trouble. (says you) We were supposed to exchange reasons right? But time didn't allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I was late, I did eventually wake up. (we only got this far, until we ran out of time.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you're my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. And only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I'd take every chance that I can get to spend time with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; yo&lt;/span&gt;u needed my help for matrices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I know that even though I'd have to do something I'm not good at (cycling) I'd still be able to have fun with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I enjoy being in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; make me happy, the way nobody else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; probably only have like 5 reasons, so yeah.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;lost. Just like how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; lost rock paper scissors a week ago. If &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; want to tell &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; untold half of the story, like how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; won rock paper scissors today because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; CHEATED,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; could.. I don't know. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt;. In more ways than a million. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About a month or two back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EmiLy&lt;/span&gt; is wondering why LexxiE does the things he does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after singing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a song on the phone, I also left my DotA game unattended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and after exchanging a few sentences I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's because I have feelings for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, it's because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite the fact that love is something which can't be seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; see my love for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&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/2716845736002919326-7041009174765197807?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/7041009174765197807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7041009174765197807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7041009174765197807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/2007.html' title='20:07'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-448007814805855536</id><published>2009-08-18T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:30:10.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The job.</title><content type='html'>Marks and Spencer's pay is shit. ;D I found out the hard way, but I shan't allow such mishap befall my readers! So I'm telling you that the pay is shit, tell your friends, tell your family. And tell them to tell their friends and family! I'm about to be interviewed by someone at 9 in the morning later, for a job at a call centre new my house. I hope I get it, because I heard their pay is good. It's like.. you-can-eat-Carls Jr-everyday-as-your-lunch good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, a couple of stuff happened at work. From sharing stories about busting couples getting sexy in fitting rooms and cinema theatres (work experience :z believe it! people actually do stuff in these places.) to promoting PJ's best nasi lemak to everyday conversations. There's got to be something about the staff at Marks and Spencer and the line 'have you gone for your break?'. Everyday, everyone will ask 'sudah break? :)' 'sudah break? :)' and after answering, it ends there. Anyway, here's something that happened at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Man steps out of the fitting room as I was folding clothes nearby the fitting room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : Hey, I need a second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Urm.. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Man : What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Me : It looks.. okay. It's quite good, it's nice la. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Man : Okay.. Wait here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Man steps out after a while as he was changing into another shirt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man : What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Urm..&lt;br /&gt;Man : You can be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Urm..&lt;br /&gt;Man : No, go ahead. Just say it. What? I look fat in this is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No.. &lt;s&gt;Well sir, I can see your boobs.&lt;/s&gt; It's not that nice.. there's something wrong with the colour. (which btw, is the truth!)&lt;br /&gt;Man : So, it's just the colour?&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;s&gt;Sir.. your boobs&lt;/s&gt; Yeah, it just doesn't come off right. It's too bright. (he was in a cyan polo T btw)&lt;br /&gt;Man : Alright, thanks. I'll just take the other one then.&lt;br /&gt;Me : No problem sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor : You are.. Hui Yi's friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor : The other part-timer, the chinese girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, urm.. no. I don't know her.&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor : Do you want to get to know her? She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Urm.. No thanks. I have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor : But she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor : You sure? She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is prettier, confirmed. *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true.. I think I'm all high and mighty just because I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend. Can you blame me really? Just got off the phone with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, so worth going broke on credit. :) I love&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;. I'd record our phone calls and listen to each of them if I could. It'd definitely make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, OH!! Every Friday, Assistant General Manager will visit our store and LOOK for mistakes. Anyway, there was this one woman with her and she welcomed me to Marks and Spencel. This is not a typo, she did say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Eh? Hi. You're new here?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hi.. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : Oh okay. Welcome to Marks and SpenceL. :)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Thank you. *silent laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND OMG, I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE. I'M GOING TO DO IT! (it's a habit, I've been correcting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; typos by making fun of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I never let &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; off. lol. It's not like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; lets me off -__-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SomeRp-L8MI/AAAAAAAAADo/Yvu5kRxjA28/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SomeRp-L8MI/AAAAAAAAADo/Yvu5kRxjA28/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370998056777674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look! LOOK! Underneath the picture on the screenshot above, there's a tag saying '&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Aunt Corina's daughter (with guitar) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;the other 2 are my UK couzies. hee~'&lt;/span&gt;. WHERE IS THE GUITAR?! LOL! Oh wait, yeah.. it's that brown wooden thing with strings that's being played by that girl in red. Yeah, she's certainly holding it like it's a guitar. And my oh my, the guitar pick in her hand is just one of a kind! OMG! Sorry Chun Lim, I already told you your latest post had so many typos. You said you've corrected them, and I wanted something to laugh at and I thought maybe you wouldn't have realized the guitar typo (clearly you didn't, even after reading the entire post.) and I just couldn't help it. It's okay, it's okay. A few more posts like these on my World Wide Web blog, and the whole world will know you! Seriously, quote Acktugalakalachikamatukon. Plus, I'm pretty sure you've come across one of those mass forwarded E-Mails where they say something like 'if you can make someone smile, won't you' and stuff like that. I suppose you wouldn't mind having a few people smiling cause of you right? If YOU can make someone smile, won't you? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I seriously don't let a chance to say 'my girlfriend etc etc' slip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm more than proud to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and I shall parade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My actions are but a charade of my love for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/2716845736002919326-448007814805855536?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/448007814805855536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/448007814805855536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/448007814805855536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/job.html' title='The job.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SomeRp-L8MI/AAAAAAAAADo/Yvu5kRxjA28/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-6375356268383755443</id><published>2009-08-17T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:38:07.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beloved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did say I would come up with a poem for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. So.. yeah. Here &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away away on our 72-hours getaway,&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, I love&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; and I will not stray.&lt;br /&gt;To a place without restrictions,&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; kisses, my addictions~&lt;br /&gt;To a place where we need not be secretive,&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I hope to never be insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Given the chance, everyday I'll kiss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;After exams, journey with me somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I need &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to Japan, and together we'll see the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and if &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; asked me why.. I know exactly where to begin. :) and I suppose, only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would fully understand the poem above ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A game, messages, and special deliveries,&lt;br /&gt;our friendship built upon,&lt;br /&gt;Love, trust and forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;our relationship built on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an Iris,&lt;br /&gt;over time my feelings for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; blossomed,&lt;br /&gt;Like Gazette's Cassis,&lt;br /&gt;hearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; voice is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my ignorance for being repetitive,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, from lexandl to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;GoD|^WaRs.Eve&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't think I'd hear &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;want to be the one for me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; make me happy, and I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.. I know just how lucky I am to have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. :) I won't take &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I too want to be the one for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Only. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-6375356268383755443?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/6375356268383755443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/beloved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6375356268383755443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6375356268383755443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/beloved.html' title='The beloved.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-6346268970300802993</id><published>2009-08-09T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:33:19.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaunting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breaking dawn cloudy mornings,&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable addictions undeniable yearnings;&lt;br /&gt;Love you for all that you are,&lt;br /&gt;Love us for what we have and are..&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do YOU have someone special in your life? :) Is that someone special going the extra mile to show you just how much he/her loves you? I'm glad they are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does he/her leaves sends you poems in the wee hours of the morning like mine does? ;D a-hahahaha. Okay, I do feel like a cocky bastard. Woosh~ After all, someone did say that I am. Oh well.. :D Aish, so it appears that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is someone whose English level tremendously surpasses mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; uses words I don't know the meaning to. Woosh~ and here I am admitting it on my world wide web blog. Because, the whole world reads my blog, right Acktugalakalachikamatukon? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look around, can you see?&lt;br /&gt;Everything, you here with me;&lt;br /&gt;We preservered and now here we are,&lt;br /&gt;Look behind we've come so far.&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead.. Our future.&lt;br /&gt;You're mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; and I will remain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;. Provided that I don't become fat. Yes. Haha. Hao (fir3f0xxx) said that he hopes to see us together still in a year's time, maybe even more. It's gotten me to come to thinking. Where exactly will we be? I don't want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to leave me. Ever. I liked the second line, for some reason. (No love, there isn't an obvious reason so don't try to figure out an obvious reason. lol. I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In blissful dark when all else slumbers,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly quietly I dial your number;&lt;br /&gt;After hours after games,&lt;br /&gt;So passionately our love flames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegance with all its splendor,&lt;br /&gt;With my head upon your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;You whisper with a tone so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;In perfect harmony our lips meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly how amazing is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;? I'm living the life. ;D My dear, I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know that nobody can love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like I can :)  and in the days (and the years, hopefully) to come, I will love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; in the exact same way that made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; fall for me, if not, better. I just had a short flashback of Malam Bakat (an event held by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; school) and I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embrace me close I offer no resistance,&lt;br /&gt;Surround me in thy heavenly essence,&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from ignorant malevolence,&lt;br /&gt;Thus our love, surpassing all evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the winged seraphs above sigh in envy,&lt;br /&gt;That even demons below succumb to jealousy;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you and you belong to me,&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day plus eternity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This one is my favourite. It's the Tiger Woods of golf. The Adam Sandler of comedy. The Michael Jordan of basketball. The lexandl of DotA. It's just.. amazing how you do the things you do. I'm going.. to try and come up with my own poem for you here okay? lol. I have to &lt;u&gt;at least&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to keep up with my girlfriend's prowess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; is filthy rich. What am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've tried and I've failed. LOL. Expect one from me soon though. I will succeed. I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, I'm leaving my house soon once I've showered (16:29 now) and.. I'll be at the field in front of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; house to hobo around ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To think that I actually intended to blog about some stuff from work..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, next post la ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-6346268970300802993?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/6346268970300802993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/flaunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6346268970300802993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6346268970300802993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/08/flaunting.html' title='Flaunting.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-2493273743268580470</id><published>2009-07-29T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:05:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her hands fit mine perfectly. Litreally.</title><content type='html'>My WORLD WIDE WEB entry for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. ;D (world wide web - an inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said, back then, dare we say we would be where we are today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Esther said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;suit me. Soup said we make such a cute couple. Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know what I really want? 10 years down the line, I want people to say we're the perfect couple. Just because we are. :) It's like the title of this post, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; hands fit mine perfectly. Someone clearly intended  for that to happen, our hands to fit perfectly that is. Probably He who sets the natural orders in life. Natural orders like, guys should get the bill everytime. Mmhmm, natural order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; friends were already referring to me as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend, that really made me happy. It's all I want to be,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;. Only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry. I haven't blogged in a while and it seems that I have writer's block. Ugh. Hmm, I was trying to imagine what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would say if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; read this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You&lt;/span&gt; might jokingly say "oh sure, blame it on how long you haven't blogged why don't you." I seem to be able to hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; voice when it comes to the "why don't you." and it's making me miss&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; talk/speak/type. All of it. Well, we did start out talking by typing anyway. So yeah, let's go with typing. Up to this very day, I still don't know what took me so long to actually add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up into my buddy list. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; were always always there back in those days. I guess, I just didn't want to be one of those guys who just add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up before even talking to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't want to be the okay-now-that-you're-in-my-list-let's-be-friends guy. I guess I wanted to get to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a little bit first. I've always enjoyed talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, because.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know why. Lol, I don't suppose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would want me to say it here to everyone do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;? :p It makes me smile, thinking of everything we talked about back then. Don't ever change &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Don't. :) Then there's the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; react to whatever I say. I still think they're 'priceless reactions'. (Please get well soon. I know, it'll probably be days before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;actually get the chance to read this.. but by then, I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will be fully recovered. Please do.) It's like.. sigh. I can't seem to find a word for it, because every one of them seem to be an understatement. Next on the list there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; voice, which really helps with getting me through the day. When I solve my money problem, I'm so going to call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting.. to make.. no sense? I'm sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, the next time I blog about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; I promise I will not allow writer's block to get the better of me. I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, I do. I will be forever faithful, I will be forever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yours&lt;/span&gt; and I'll take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. Whoever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were in the past, whatever mistakes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; made. The mistakes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will make, whoever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;will turn out to be in years to come, I'll take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. After all, when I asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;to be with me, to be my girlfriend, I was already ready. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will compromise to whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;, no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;July 28th -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt; story begins. :)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sm_YH9XaR-I/AAAAAAAAADg/znaOwT0WE6M/s1600-h/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sm_YH9XaR-I/AAAAAAAAADg/znaOwT0WE6M/s320/172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363743312464988130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favourite one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I look less *word which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't want me to say*.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-2493273743268580470?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/2493273743268580470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/her-hands-fit-mine-perfectly-litreally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/2493273743268580470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/2493273743268580470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/her-hands-fit-mine-perfectly-litreally.html' title='Her hands fit mine perfectly. Litreally.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sm_YH9XaR-I/AAAAAAAAADg/znaOwT0WE6M/s72-c/172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-7315455435564821774</id><published>2009-07-17T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:15:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The XD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SmA9pyNjZ9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/FkMkUHsjHGE/s1600-h/XD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SmA9pyNjZ9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/FkMkUHsjHGE/s320/XD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359351344633440210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a RoflcopteRDowN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my nasi lemak? T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-7315455435564821774?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/7315455435564821774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7315455435564821774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7315455435564821774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/xd.html' title='The XD.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SmA9pyNjZ9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/FkMkUHsjHGE/s72-c/XD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-4410433962056457956</id><published>2009-07-15T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:40:56.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Man.</title><content type='html'>Okay.. So maybe my blog has been a little dead for quite a while. I've been busy. What's Lexandl busy with? Yeah, that's a good question. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; would say "reaching 700 ____". (yes, purposely not making any sense to save my reputation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look look, more screenshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sl2W7_bVjSI/AAAAAAAAADI/UOYUChNDZs0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sl2W7_bVjSI/AAAAAAAAADI/UOYUChNDZs0/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358605089023298850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, How I Met Your Mother is a really good tv series. It's funny. The Naked Man. Stupid la, my blog sucks now. Sigh-igh. I'm bored. Waiting for it to be 5 o'clock. Great things happen at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed blog. Haha, okay. Stopping here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November, I await.&lt;/span&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/2716845736002919326-4410433962056457956?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/4410433962056457956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/naked-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4410433962056457956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4410433962056457956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/naked-man.html' title='The Naked Man.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sl2W7_bVjSI/AAAAAAAAADI/UOYUChNDZs0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-2281887707084949154</id><published>2009-07-04T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:07:32.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no, it definitely isn't.&lt;/span&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/2716845736002919326-2281887707084949154?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/2281887707084949154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/2281887707084949154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/2281887707084949154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8318076825172517850</id><published>2009-06-24T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:55:25.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years and counting.</title><content type='html'>So I figured I needed to do something special for you, considering it's your birthday and all. Hmm, don't think I can call you this year. I'm kinda broke. Oh well, it's not like you call me also all the past years :p and then come up with random excuses! Anyway, Yes Lee Lin Yi. This one's for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having writer's block. I can't seem to think of what to say. Ugh, moreover.. I don't think we've ever taken a picture together? Haha. 5 years of friendship and we never did have the time for a picture. Ah.. This is bad. I'm sorry if the post ends up being just shy of 'nice'. I'm having troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I wish you happy birthday, I'd like to thank you. For everything. You were always always there. You were always looking out for me. Reminding what's right and what's wrong. I'm just sorry, if I ever let you down. (I'm thinking.. probably a lot of times? haha. my bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking the other day.. and you asked me if I could list out 10 things about you. I refused to do so on the spot, you said I was a coward. Yes, maybe I was trying to run away. Haha, but look what I managed to think of in less than 10 minutes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In 2004, you were a big fan of Tony Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prefers Sunflowers over roses.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finds Josh Duhamel hot. (or at least, you used to.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Likes Wentworth's Miller's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite cake is Tiramisu. (the original Tiramisu. forgot the ingredients)&lt;br /&gt;6. Dislikes swearing and whoever swears in her presence, will be lectured.&lt;br /&gt;7. Likes baking.&lt;br /&gt;8. Buys only organic vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;9. Likes drinking her killer combination drink - 4 tablespoons of Milo + cold Fresh Milk. Why is it called killer combination? Hmm.. probably because of the after-effect. :p&lt;br /&gt;10. Has only been in one relationship.&lt;br /&gt;11. Her ideal guy would have to be a religious Christian.&lt;br /&gt;12. Her favourite Japanese food outlet is Sushi Zanmai. (okay i might get this wrong because I don't know the exact name of the place. but I can show you at One Utama &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked for 10, but I can give 12. I can list out not ONLY 12 but.. the list can't go on and on and on :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I go on? I have good memory! I've told you so. ;D Anyway, Lee Lin Yi, thank you for everything over the years. You've looked out for me probably more than my other friends have, and you've definitely changed me. Haha. You know what I'm talking about. I can imagine it. Someone like you making it big one day. Being all successful and more. When you're the head chef of a really expensive restaurant, don't you forget me. I'd like some free servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we often seem to drift apart, but we both know we've got each other's backs. You know I'm just a phone call away. I'm sorry I'm a little broke now, but I'll definitely definitely take you out for a meal one day alright? It's the promise of all promises. I feel as though, this post.. my words, are leading to nothing :/ So, I'm just going to end it here. I hope your day will be great. Just so you know, I actually had plans surprising you with a slice of Tiramisu cake at Traders Hotel. But Then there's the financial problem and the Tiramisu problem. I don't know the type you like. So, again.. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you :) Happy birthday Lee Lin Yi, please do take care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Adlan, happy birthday to you too. The end. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, proper a bit la :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. Like helping me get 2 jobs? Haha. Sorry for leaving you with a bad impression on the 2nd job though. HAHA. You've been a super friend, sorry we ain't as close as we used to be. But we have fun when we catch up, dont we? ;D You're like a brother, but just one who doesn't buy me enough stuff. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-8318076825172517850?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8318076825172517850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8318076825172517850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8318076825172517850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-years-and-counting.html' title='5 years and counting.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-7032688173172600199</id><published>2009-06-15T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:41:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd come for you.</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's get to the point. Kye Min has been complaining that I haven't been blogging about him enough. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from him today. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby i'm on my way home d. You home yet? Haha. Just give me a call when you are. Mwah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied "Sure darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and uh darling, when you read this, let me know yeah? Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala, it happens to everyone Kye Min. Plus, I didn't even comment on your weird typing style in my chatbox. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-7032688173172600199?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/7032688173172600199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-come-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7032688173172600199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7032688173172600199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-come-for-you.html' title='I&apos;d come for you.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-5692501044327404887</id><published>2009-06-14T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:10:36.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hopeless.</title><content type='html'>Does the title not say it all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-5692501044327404887?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/5692501044327404887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-hopeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5692501044327404887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5692501044327404887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-hopeless.html' title='I&apos;m hopeless.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-5005918145521947653</id><published>2009-06-13T09:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:01:35.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emo post. Don't read if you feel as though you've got better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried going back to sleep, after only sleeping for 5 hours or so. However, I couldn't. I hate &lt;s&gt;making decisions &lt;/s&gt;having to make the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; decision. I didn't get out of bed to blog, no. I was planning to use a small sum of what money I have left and turn it into happiness. At least, that was what I told myself to do. I want to be jubilant. I want to be jubilant for this month is my birthday month, but why does that seem to be only a sad excuse and nothing more? What am I really doing? I'm here blogging, because I don't feel like telling anyone my problems. Anyone but Bubur Kia. (so if you're reading this, screw you for being offline the whole night yesterday) Why so? I don't know, maybe it's because he already knows half the story. No offence friends. Haha. Yes Derek, I know I can tell you my problems as well ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I did return for you. Yes, I would've left for you too, for us in fact. Eventually, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to make the right decision. How can one know if one made the right decision without having gone through both situations first? One will never know a mistake is a mistake till it's made. What should I do? Won't you help me, won't you tell me what to do? I'm trying my best to be subtle, trying my best to put up a strong front. I don't want to seem weak. That's why I don't really make much sense sometimes, because I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You said 4 words of which one I had to look up its meaning, and this is what happens. It changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to regret. However, I know I will. I mean, who likes making decisions which doesn't make them happy? It's okay, I should be proud of myself for doing so. I am, &lt;s&gt;most definitely&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt; doing the right thing. Oh, screw the right thing. I wish, I hadn't gone through what I had over the past year. It has most definitely changed me. If I hadn't gone through what I did, I would most definitely not be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My determination to keep my blog free of the F word, is gone. Thus, fuck my life. Oh and did you hear? My 19th birthday wish will be to stop using the word 'fuck'. Lin, I want to be like you. What do you say when things go bad anyway? Haha, like that is going to work for me eh? But, I shall try. Hmm, maybe I should limit myself. 10 fucks a day sounds pretty reasonable. Haha, that sounded wrong. GAH! THIS ISN'T HOW MY LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE. FUCK EVERYTHING! I'm not happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the swearing. I shall now ask of your forgiveness in Japanese. Oyasu.. Never mind, that's good night in Japanese. It's 10:34 in the morning, I want to go for breakfast, but I know my friends are still sleeping. Every last one of em. Pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh angel, won't you speak to me again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Like the first time, and probably the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;won't you amaze me once more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Please do, again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-5005918145521947653?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/5005918145521947653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5005918145521947653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5005918145521947653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-490104657601761597</id><published>2009-06-08T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:48:19.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I just got off the phone with a friend. He's coming over to my house, to use my toilet. Not even a "Hi friend! How have you been?!" (oh he's here now. brb.) and he says "hey man where are you? at home right? *waits for answer* okay I'm coming over to use your toilet. The lady eff-ed up my hair" (Obviously Lingesh used the actual F word, I censored it :D keeping my blog pg-13 still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even made me follow him into the toilet ._. Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after a while of so called "damage control"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingesh (not his real name. or is it..?) : this is not going into your blog right?&lt;br /&gt;Lexandl : huh?&lt;br /&gt;Lingesh : nobody needs to know I made a pit-stop for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Lexandl : No. Nobody needs to know. :) (I had already begun typing even before you reached my house. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's my day. Having a friend over so that he could do his hair for prom. Not only did I take him in and let him use my toilet, but I also offered him my Lacoste Essential. Safe to say you owe me PJ's finest Nasi Lemak? ;D Indeed you do. You sprayed like as if it was oil-bathing ritual on Thaipusam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's that. Let's talk about Scallops, and.. onions! They both have the same shape, and at every formal Chinese dinner. (wedding/chinese new year) I always tend to let the similarity in their shapes get the better of me. I'd always mistakenly take the onions thinking it's scallops. PUNIBAO! Yes yes, what's punibao? I have no idea. But it's a nice word to use and I don't know how I came up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got into a car hoping to get myself PJ's best nasi lemak for dinner, I entered the key into the ignition and tried starting the engine. The car isn't working. Then, I nearly walked into the glass door. FML. (FML = eff my life. Eh Zai, the site is funny wei. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The next time I'm loaded, I'll get myself a..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) LOT of t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;2) LOT of shirts.&lt;br /&gt;3) jeans. 2 maybe.&lt;br /&gt;4) razer mouse.&lt;br /&gt;5) LOT of food. ;D&lt;br /&gt;6) perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;moins.hauche.di.yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-490104657601761597?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/490104657601761597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/490104657601761597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/490104657601761597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-5049984860038023150</id><published>2009-06-04T05:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:30:35.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, it's 5:33AM. I should really make this quick. If you don't want to read a post which is like most blogs which consists of posts about their daily life and stuff like that, just skip to the end. I have a joke which should be passed on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a wedding dinner the other day and I swear I saw a transexual there! He/she/it looked like a man, and he/she/it wore a blue dress. (AND NO! this isn't the same person in my 'lady in blue' post.) You can also see more of them at Lorong Haji Taib, and if you happen to go with Najee (the boy who cried because he lost at a game of BINGO) he would shout "WEI! WEI! WEI! NAMPAK KOTEK LA WEI!" at them from inside his car. Obviously, speeding off later. Who knows what would happen if you had the guts to just stay put after shouting THAT at them. Probably a scene from Resident Evil would take place. After all, it's their land. Anyway, about the wedding dinner. It was boring as hell. Clearly I wasn't meant to be there, because the people seated at the table I was seating at were my aunts and uncles. Plus, there was only a seat for me because my uncle's girlfriend wasn't feeling well. It was BORING as hell, and I never cursed the existance of latecomers more than I did on that day. Why? Because food can't be served unless all the guests have arrived, no? Damned latecomers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SibvUQk3GII/AAAAAAAAADA/GMNZ1soV-9g/s1600-h/You-Belong-With-Me-taylor-swift-6121901-400-225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SibvUQk3GII/AAAAAAAAADA/GMNZ1soV-9g/s320/You-Belong-With-Me-taylor-swift-6121901-400-225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343221139247667330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I get harassed for not having pictures in my posts, I think I'd better add this one in. Brunette Taylor, hot right? I like. Beyond beautiful. She also looks good as Emo Taylor. I tried looking for a picture of her like that, but to no success I couldn't. So urm, if you really want to know how she looks like with the Emo look.. concentrate on 0:43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AHzIq_n-DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now continue about the wedding dinner. (yeah yeah, boo hoo. who wants to read about this.) I tried this fish, it's called Leopard Fish. I like it, because it doesn't really taste like fish. Haha. If it tasted like fish I'd probably find it.. normal. Fishy. :D And for the first time in years, my family actually took their share of dessert! (In case you don't already know..  for Chinese New Year dinners and wedding dinners, the dishes will come one after another. So it's like, you eat.. something and then vege, and then fish, and then prawns and so on, and finally dessert. so.. yeah) They each took one! :( The dessert is like.. possibly the best dish, not much of a dish.. but still. And there was one more left, I don't see what was the rush. But this one waiter came and asked "May I clear the table?" while there was one last dessert left on the plate, which I was getting ready to take, but one of my aunt said "Yes you may" and he took the plate away. I was like "uh." *you know how.. sometimes you want to say something to stop a person but you just can't seem to say anything because it all happened too quickly? yes, this took place* And so.. that's my story of 'The one that got away' :p Here's the worst part, the dessert was covered in peanuts. I'm a peanut lover .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, for boring some of my readers with something they really dont give two nuts about.. I shall make it up to you guys with a joke. A dirty one. I know I know, I may have said that I want to keep my blog PG-13 in 'Anirwan fun fact #367' (which I think is a really good post, haha) I guess I'll just have to make an exception. Here's the joke. I'd expect Mei to already know this one, because we both watch How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the difference between peanut butter and jam?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;think!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;think dirty!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;You can't peanut butter your dick up someone's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahaha. If you don't get it.. Hahaha, ask me. Acktugalakalachikamatukon can do better, he can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; you! I actually wanted to cheer someone up with this joke, but.. that someone was in no mood to even reply me. Heh.. so yeah. I failed :z. I need something to do on Thursday! and damn it i took one hour! I'm sleepy. Bonne nuit :) Which means, good night in French. Yeah yeah, Miriam taught me. She's amazing, she's awesome, and she never fails to look good to me everytime I see her. :D I hope I don't cry when I bid her farewell in September ._. not macho laaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; : all I can say is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; : I shall know my place.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; : stupid!&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; = one person. But I figured that this person wouldn't think it's him/her, so I used his/her favourite colours so that he/she will know that I'm calling him/her stupid! And no the red and orange isn't the other person's favorite colour. So it could be anybody :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-5049984860038023150?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/5049984860038023150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-getting-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5049984860038023150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5049984860038023150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-getting-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m getting lazy.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SibvUQk3GII/AAAAAAAAADA/GMNZ1soV-9g/s72-c/You-Belong-With-Me-taylor-swift-6121901-400-225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-845352200417950459</id><published>2009-05-26T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:08:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's who I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 4:03AM. I thought that my blog could use an update, and so here I am. I'm rather surprised that I didn't post much this month, considering how many posts I had after creating this blog (which by the way was the last week of April). I spent today (Monday) in a cyber cafe in SS2 playing DotA with my friends. Today's incident made me remember another incident. Which I think should be shared with on this 'world wide web' blog of mine (the world wide web thing is an inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny incidents occur on a daily basis. It happens anywhere, anytime. Today, something I find really funny occured in the cyber cafe I was in. So we were all playing dota (when you're playing dota you control ONE unit, this unit is your hero and it levels up and earns money based on its kills. A team of 5 heroes will go up against another 5. To make things short, to achieve your objective you kinda have to kill other heroes as well.) Chun Lim was going in for the kill, and there happen to be 2 enemy heroes in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The dialogue.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Lim : Kye Min, ready.&lt;br /&gt;Kye Min : Okay. Wait.. Who you wanna aim?! Who you wanna aim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least.. that was what Kye Min INTENDED to say. Here's what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Lim : Kye Min, ready.&lt;br /&gt;Kye Min : Okay. Wait.. HEY YA HEH HO?! HEY YA HEH HO?!&lt;br /&gt;Lexandl : ....whaaaat are you saying wei? -_- who you wanna aim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ it was a good laugh. You should be there to hear those exact words for yourself. It's a waste that you didn't. This incident made me remember of another which I forgot to bring up to someone earlier tonight. If you think it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, yes it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Here's an obvious hint *note that I used the word 'forgot' and the words 'made me remember of another'. Meaning this person already got the story behind this incident - which I just finished describing - told, way before all of you reading my blog now.* Yes, I'm trying to hint &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I'm keeping your name hidden because maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't want people to know. Trust me, it's not me not wanting people to know. I'm more than proud to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; as a friend, I'd even shout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; name out loud should the both of us happen to be in a room filled with really important people having a really important meeting, just so people in that room will know that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexandl : eh Chun Lim, how did you come up with the name hot-rod? (when you play DotA, people usually use nicknames.) oh yeah, I forgot. KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Chun Lim : no la.. it's one of Alienware's models. (go google alienware if you don't know what alienware is)&lt;br /&gt;Kye Min : it's not hot-rod, it's ho-trod.&lt;br /&gt;Kye Min : *does a really stupid voice* hehehe, ho-trod ho-trod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Lim for some reason found this funny and reacted thus so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Lim : Hahaha, no la. *laughs laughs laughs laughs SNORTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kye Min and I (I'm not sure if Anirwan was there) both stoned in shock. Hahaha, it was really really funny. In the end, Kye Min and I snorted at everything and anything either one of us said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another incident which I find really funny, but unless you can imagine Anirwan speaking chinese.. I don't think it's worth mentioning. My post is already so long, I do not want my dear readers to read something which would be out of their imagination. Okay so maybe you can't imagine Chun Lim snorting, but at least you know what a snort is right? It's the sound that pigs make in those classic cartoons like Looney Toons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; I want to read my blog, but I don't know when will that be possible. So if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are reading this, I'm talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; okay? Although.. I don't think I needed to say that. Someone like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would probably already think that it's you. Hahaha, because EVERYTHING is about you right? ;) I'm wishing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; come online soon. I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to read my blog because.. I think it's the only way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can get to know me, one humble person out of supposedly 'millions', a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my post, I'd like to share a message someone sent to me today while I was having lunch. Some of you might not get it, and I'm sorry but I'm not going to explain it for you. But it's good, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation is like this :- I asked a few guys to go DotA with me, one of them said he might not be able to go out because the day before he just got scolding from his father. During lunch, I received a message saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cannot come la my mum screwing around" &lt;-- hehe. I'm not sure if you're thinking what I'm thinking when I first heard this, but.. hahaha if whatever you're thinking of is making you laugh, stick to that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the only thing 24-hour about the mamak opposite my house is the sign which says 24 hours. I've been hungry the past two nights but I didn't have anything to eat at home. The first night, I bought a loaf of bread from 7-11, which was finished by the 2nd night (and I only ate 2 slices). The 2nd night, I had nothing to eat. Please oh please let there be a 24-hours mamak in front of my house which cook isn't too generous on the salt when it comes to cooking 2 packets of maggi goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bottom right corner of the post is always my emo section :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; make me smile, &lt;s&gt;more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;/s&gt; in more ways than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you ask me what I ate for lunch, I'll say biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me whether biscuit is enough for me, I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Esther : "I had TIGER biscuits. Mana tak cukup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-845352200417950459?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/845352200417950459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/845352200417950459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/845352200417950459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-who-i-am.html' title='it&apos;s who I am.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-406061070666825367</id><published>2009-05-20T05:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:29:49.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's 5:51a.m, and I can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/ShMyt8rIKBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e-AFBs-_HGk/s1600-h/LGIM0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/ShMyt8rIKBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e-AFBs-_HGk/s320/LGIM0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337665748326688786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I first saw this picture,&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; look really good in this one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; were beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; still are,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi mom. I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ll read this sooner or later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; might even be reading it now, every word I have, every word I know, they're for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, come November and it'll be 13 years since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; day. (plus minus) Yes, I'm a little sensitive whenever someone mentions about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I don't like them talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I really, really dislike it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2, only to wake up at 4 due to nothing. The cold perhaps. Since then, I couldn't go back to sleep. Since then, my mind started to wander. It collided straight into the rather penetrable shield which I've placed around my memories of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and shattered it. I miss&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; mom. :'( I didn't really get to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, oh what I wouldn't give just to have a day with you as the person I am today, as the son &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself.. stupid. For not being able to grasp that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were dying. It was months that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were always resting on the very same wooden sofa we have in our living room up till today. (not much of a sofa, but I don't know what to call it) I may not remember exactly how long, but it was.. hours? probably days that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were lying in the hospital bed. I didn't know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were going to leave. Let me tell you what I can remember mom. The day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; left, Lester and I were there at the hospital with a few other people from church, all of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; friends of course. I don't even remember dad being around, neither was Louis. It was either Aunt Mary or the other chinese Aunt which told me to wake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up, without questioning, I did, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; woke up. It was then they said, okay, &lt;span&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can go now. Lester and I sat on the chairs outside the room which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were in. Eventually, they called for me again. They asked of me, the same thing they had asked of me earlier that day. To wake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; up, and I did. This time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; didn't open your eyes. That was when they told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were dead. Until the very last moment, I did not think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were dying. Until the very last moment, I did not think it would happen. I did not know what was going on. Did I not deserve to know? Was it because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; didn't want me to worry? Was it because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; didn't want me to be upset? I don't recall saying that I love you, no I don't. As fantastic as my memory is, I don't remember saying those words to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. If I was given another chance, I would. I would tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; I love you if I knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't open your eyes again. If I knew, I'd probably tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; not to leave me. I'd tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; that I don't want&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; to die. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered, how our family would turn out to be if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were still alive. Would it be this dysfunctional? Probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; could've been the one who'd have faith in me when it comes to basketball. I'm not saying that I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good, but dad thinks I can't play for nuts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'ve seen me play, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; should know how good or bad I am at it. It really is demoralizing. I can say for sure that he still thinks the same. I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ve seen me play, and I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'d tell him to not be so hard on me about playing basketball if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; could. What if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were alive? Would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have seen me play? Probably not, because I don't see any parents coming to schools at which schools from all over the district go to to compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you remember, mom?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; bought me a brand new Garfield pencil box, but the next day in kindergarten I traded it away for a black pencil case which wasn't the least bit as awesome as the one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; got me. I'm sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was the one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; brought shopping for kitchen accessories. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; chose various designs of Garfield plates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; what was the meaning of the word 'marry' while I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; favourite soap opera with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. When &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said it means, settling down with someone you love, I said that when I grow up, I'd marry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; burst out laughing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; helped me get my arm (which was stuck in between the openings of the wooden sofa. Yes, I'm too lazy to try and explain and it'll probably be too difficult for me for my english language isn't as good as some of my other friends.) out of the two-seater wooden sofa that one morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; what was for lunch, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; said McDonald's. We went out, all of us and lunch wasn't McDonald's. I cried, and shouted at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, calling&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; a liar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; vomitted shortly after. I blamed myself, and stopped crying and shouting. I linked this incident to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; death and blamed myself for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; death too. I told Lester that I blamed myself, and like a brother, he told me off, saying that I'm stupid and that it wasn't my fault. I'm sorry for shouting at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sorry for calling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a liar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd get so happy when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; buy me that powdered flour chewy kuih with peanuts and sugar inside. I'd remind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to get them for me if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were going to the market. (I think it's called 'mo chi' kuih or was it 'ma chi'.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The minute I found out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were no longer breathing, I shouted at Lester "MOMMY DIED ALREADY!! MOMMY DIED ALREADY!!" with tears which didn't seem to stop rolling down my cheeks, Lester too, was in tears. My shouting at him probably only made it worse for him. Was I loud enough? Could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; remember? Because I do. All memories of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were when I was 6 and younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I'd like to ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for forgiveness. I'm sorry for whom I once was, I'm sorry for what I once did, I'm sorry for everything. Regardless of how bad I've screwed up, I have a feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; won't leave me. I have a feeling that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re always looking out for me, no matter where it is that I am, no matter what it is that I'm doing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You&lt;/span&gt;'re probably even the reason why I've never ever gotten my phone extorted, unlike my friends. I used to go to college at supposedly a place where extortion and snatch thefts are a norm, but I made it through 2 semesters without a scratch. Kye Min who was walking home from the LRT station about 15 minutes from his house got his phone snatched about a week ago. 2 semesters, and still fine. In both PJ's housing area and Setapak's. I'm sorry for who I might turn out to be, I'm sorry for mistakes which I've yet to make, I'm sorry if I've disappointed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for not telling me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were about to leave, I'm sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; made the right choice. I do not blame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/ShMytTrMTLI/AAAAAAAAACw/G-CSFDtgcSw/s1600-h/LGIM0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/ShMytTrMTLI/AAAAAAAAACw/G-CSFDtgcSw/s320/LGIM0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337665737321106610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like that of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; beauty,&lt;br /&gt;My love for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;I've loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And I always will.&lt;br /&gt;And I may be a little late,&lt;br /&gt;But, Happy Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and even if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;had already left me because of my sins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will always remain a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;I have but one mother,&lt;br /&gt;it's clear that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;u're still in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So tell me, have you told your mother you loved her today? I have. And yes, I cried and cried when I typed this post. I'm going to change my t-shirt now, this one's covered in tears and mucus. :) Would anyone like to purchase it on eBay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-406061070666825367?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/406061070666825367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-its-551am-and-i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/406061070666825367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/406061070666825367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-its-551am-and-i-cant-sleep.html' title='Because it&apos;s 5:51a.m, and I can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/ShMyt8rIKBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e-AFBs-_HGk/s72-c/LGIM0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-5361511303314703176</id><published>2009-05-19T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:00:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottled up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want to talk to you, I want to tell you how my day went, but somehow, I get the feeling that you don't want to listen to my stories. So, regardless of what took place on my side of the world today, I'm keeping em to myself. I'll try not to be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you actually think you can win? I have Mirza and Adlan on my team" These were the words I said to Lingesh before our futsal match today. I will not forget today, it's safe to say that I nearly lost a friend. What happened? Lingesh collapsed halfway during the game, saying that he can no longer breathe. I always tend to feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; helpless whenever something like this happens. Anyway, there we all stood, watching. There we all stood, helplessly. Minutes passed, can you imagine? Someone couldn't breathe and we took minutes to finally agree on taking him to the hospital. Foo Soon carried Lingesh to a bench, and Hameer didn't hesitate to use his car to send Lingesh to the hospital. (I'll cut out a few stuff from today's incident here) I tagged along, so it was Hameer, Lingesh and I in the car. Fakrullah wanted to tag along, but I said, there's no space and there's not enough time for me to get out of the car just so you can get to the back. (it was a car with only two doors, like the concept of a Satria) So we drove off, I could see just how much Hameer wanted to hurry. He drove off, then the guys shouted "WAIT FOR LINGESH'S IC!!" (meanwhile, inside the car, lingesh was coughing away) Hameer was like "Ling, I'm taking you to the clinic now" and started driving again. That's when the guys shouted "HIS IC!!", which made Hameer lose it. He got down of the car and took the IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see just how indecisive he was, I suppose it's because the minute he volunteered to send Lingesh to the clinic (Hameer thought of sending Ling to the clinic, but Ling requested for University Hospital, so yeah.. that explains why I've been using 'hospital' and 'clinic') he took responsibility for a life, a life of a friend whom he isn't even close to. He wanted to make sure that his friend will make it through, and yet a small (rather insignificant) blue card, could get in the way of him fulfilling that responsibility which he voluntarily accepted. I don't see why, the IC had to leave at the same time as we (Hameer, Ling and I did) did, couldn't the rest of the guys bring it along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left to talk to Lingesh, left to make sure he stays conscious. I was in front seat, I turned around and held his hand. Telling him it'll be okay, that it's only a short journey. Telling him that everything's going to be fine. He was squeezing onto my hand, and eventually, he let go. He lost consciousness even before we could reach the hospital. Trust me, no matter how much I slapped his face, he didn't wake up. It was then I started thinking, and shed a tear or two. He knows he's Asthmatic, his chest was in pain and he knew that, but all because he hates losing more than any other person I know, he didn't give up until the end. He just kept pushing himself, knowing that he was probably already over his limit. That's Lingesh for you, someone who will never give up until the end. (okay, before any of you get a heart attack, Lingesh is alive okay. Alive and dumb and reckless) We're so not playing futsal with Lingesh anymore =.= He steps on the court and we'll voluntarily forfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated being in a hospital. It smells different, it gives out a certain vibe. Obviously I don't hate being in a hospital because of the smell. It's the feeling of being in one. Maybe because I've been through something no one at a young age should've been through. No one. There's nothing happy about a hospital, it's just a place full of pain and sorrow. I hate hospitals. It's a stupid place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have so many questions for you, because that's just who I am. But I'm not going to ask, even though I really wish I could know the answer to them. And if any of you think that it's the girl whom I've blogged about on my other blog, it's not. I'm done and over with that. It's someone else, and no I do not like her, nor am I interested in trying for her. I'm done and over with girls for now as well. No that doesn't mean I'm gay. (Although I saw Faeez today and I find him hot, NOT in the guy type of hot, but the girl type of hot. Seriously, get a hair cut. After seeing you today, it's CLEARLY not the other guy's fault for grinding you in M.O.S.) I just, don't want to have anything to do with girls for a while. Yes, this just goes to show how much I've changed. However, I can't seem to NOT care about her. (again, not referring to the girl I once blogged about on my other blog) urm.. thank you for everything up to this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-5361511303314703176?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/5361511303314703176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/bottled-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5361511303314703176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/5361511303314703176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/bottled-up.html' title='Bottled up.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-3207114775429501966</id><published>2009-05-14T05:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:58:14.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, read, watch &amp; read again.</title><content type='html'>I saw this on Yahoo's main page while I was signing in and out of my e-mail account. Anyway, I have a friend who posses the laugh of a Hyena. What's a Hyena? Go watch Lion King. The animal that laughs like a psycho. Haha, but no Kim Kiew, I'm not trying to say you laugh like a psycho. ANYWAY, it was after I finished watching this video that I thought to myself "I wonder if Kim Kiew can match his laugh." Maybe the guys and I should crack Kim Kiew up so he would laugh his hyena laugh. Then we'll have a video showdown. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be recording your every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqs-LXdgt1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqs-LXdgt1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the video of the man who possibly has the world's worst laugh. He might be a fake, some people seem to think so. You can go read the comments on youtube. One of them said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanna reach through the screen and slap the shit out of him for laughing like that." Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next video is a video one of my friends told me to watch. Credits go to Esther for telling me about the video, I watched this 2-3 times. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7t9Iykzp4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7t9Iykzp4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7t9Iykzp4g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;The funny part was the "stay away from juliet!!!!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last video. Remember the saying 'save the best for last?' :p Haha, I know you can find this on Zainul's blog. But I'm just going to post it here anyway. I kinda think that these girls are super wow-wow. Haha. First, they're cute. Secondly, they're pretty. Thirdly, they're hot. Last but not least, they're sexy ;D Especially in shorts. hahaha. Credits go to Zainul for finding out about this group named Girls Generation on a Hentai website. Oops, I let that one slip. HAHA, oh come on.. who's judging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eodFU4b237s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this video SO much, that increased the size for this one. Haha, but it exceeds the border and blocks the view of the sidebar. Looks really retarded. Haha, Zai is right. They really do make your day when you're feeling down or unhappy. I find their lyrics really cute, it makes me laugh. "gee gee gee gee, baby baby baby." "no no no no no" "oh oh oh oh oh" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;words words words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the blame. I take it all. For posting that you, Acktugalakalachikamatukon, are gay on the "World Wide Web". And I'm sorry, I only did it just for the fun of it. I kinda find it funny. Haha, okay seriously. I'm trying to apologize here. So basically, you're telling us (the guys) that you're not going to hang out with us just because we &lt;s&gt;think you're gay?&lt;/s&gt; know you're gay? So you're telling me that, even though I did what I did as a joke, you can't take it? What about when the other guys joke about you being gay, you get angry? Note that I didn't leave out 'joke' in both sentences. Then what about when you start working in the future? What about REAL assholes giving you REAL shit? What would you do? You're just going to quit your job? I'll tell you what you can do, why don't you GROW UP? If you can't take the shit we give you, when we aren't even serious, what are you going to do in the long run when you're working? There are bigger, meaner jerks out there, and you think they're just going to offer you cupcakes and ice-creams when you're working in the same building as them? You think they're going to put their arm around you like Adlan does? You think they're going to wear sleeveless shirts for you just like how Chun Lim and Kim Kiew do? (this is just a figure of speech. The names mentioned above are actually random people I just thought of and what I said may or may not be true.) No man, think again. They're going to give you SHIT. Figuratively. Maybe even literally. Haha. And you need not prove yourself to anyone, we don't really care if you're gay or straight. We don't really care if you can get a girlfriend at the end of the month or not. Why change who you are when you can be yourself? And so maybe you're gay, but that means happy man! what more could you ask for than to be gay? (and by the 2nd 'gay' I meant homosexual. HAHA, okay no seriously.. I meant 'happy') Can you just be yourself? You hung out with your 'special' group in high school and not our group for a reason. When there's a problem you solve it, you don't run away. The problem here is not that you're gay, you don't have to make everyone around you happy, the guys and I, we're not worth you being straight. Don't sacrifice your homosexuality for us. (hahahaha, okay I'm just fooling around, BUT it does make sense.) At the end of the month, whether you get yourself a girlfriend or a boyfriend, you will still be, Acktugalakalachikamatukon. You will still be Adlan's Acktugalakachikamatukon. The one you'll always pick up and send home, the one you'll always secretly stare at when he's not looking. You will still be Kim Kiew's Acktugalakalachikamatukon. The one you constantly try to get close to when you're in the steam room with him after working out. You will still be Chun Lim's Acktugalakalachikamatukon. The one whom you've secretly had a crush on every since Form 2 when you moved from 'G' class to 'E' class, the one whom you've 'accidentally' touched in the naughty places when you're playing defense in a basketball game. And to the rest of us, you will be George. I'M NOT TRYING TO MAKE FUN OF YOU OKAY, I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU. Although yes, I may have seemed to joke a little bit. But that's not the point. The point is, your eyes need to be opened. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BY THE WAY THIS IS NOT A HINT OR A GREEN LIGHT FOR YOU TO HIT ON ME OKAY?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MEAN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for.. me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get yourself too attached. Don't get into trouble. It may not be easy, considering the fact that you accomplish two things at once, considering the fact that the utility gained is doubled within a single move. Yes this is my attempt at keeping things subtle, keeping the content of this message hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you understood me more. A different time, a different place. Maybe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-3207114775429501966?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/3207114775429501966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-this-on-yahoos-main-page-while-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3207114775429501966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/3207114775429501966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-this-on-yahoos-main-page-while-i.html' title='Stop, read, watch &amp; read again.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-1749113127980026817</id><published>2009-05-12T07:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:51:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabishii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I just got home from a rather early breakfast with David. We left at 4 a.m (I wanted to eat whereas he wanted to just drink and NOT study at home. haha.) for William's, but unfortunately it was closed already. So I decided that we should go to Kayu Nasi Kandar, and so we did. I had Iced Milo, roti bakar, telur separuh masak 2, and iced water. David had air suam. Which should've been what I should have considering I have cough, but.. but.. I love Iced Milo. Haha. (yes, I want to die. Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; cry when I'm not around. When nobody assists &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, when nobody chats with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; cry okay? haha.) Before someone comments about my blog having not enough pictures, I guess I should upload this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sgi0qDG0iVI/AAAAAAAAACo/DAT51wVrnog/s1600-h/LGIM0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sgi0qDG0iVI/AAAAAAAAACo/DAT51wVrnog/s320/LGIM0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334712393101773138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anata no koto wo zutto kangaete iru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, why in the world would anyone upload a picture like this, right? Haha, it's not like I have any better pictures to upload. Eggs. Even eggs reminds me of someone. Someone who would order 'char siu fan' with egg. Haha. "+ dan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So.. some of you may not know who I'm talking about. Maybe some would. Maybe. I have a rough idea, someone knows, and I think he would talk to me about it. Sigh, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;anata no koto wo zutto kangaete iru."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n96NZwX9rK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n96NZwX9rK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for asking me to listen to this song, I suppose you can say that I.. like it. I probably don't understand the lyrics, but WHATEVER. Okay, I know &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; of the lyrics. The sisters are saying "I know... *something something something*" Yes, that's all I know. And yet, I seem to play it over and over again. I don't know, it's just soothing. It makes me feel, calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and when I thought that the day would've just been dull,&lt;br /&gt;i played the song and watched the video,&lt;br /&gt;and eventually.. you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S : NO LIN YI I'M NOT HITTING ON ANY GIRL NOR AM I TRYING FOR ANY GIRL. I'M GOING TO STAY SINGLE. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think. I'm really trying here. But why do I get the feeling that something's growing? Ugh, I hate myself. I seriously don't want to get myself into any more bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I really should die, cough blood and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah maybe then my guy friends will regret not buying me cough medicine. Haha, maybe. And maybe, just maybe I can see someone cry. Haha. I don't know if you're reading this, but yeah.. I'm blogging about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-1749113127980026817?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/1749113127980026817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabishii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/1749113127980026817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/1749113127980026817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabishii.html' title='Sabishii.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sgi0qDG0iVI/AAAAAAAAACo/DAT51wVrnog/s72-c/LGIM0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8220393358505138055</id><published>2009-05-06T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:27:27.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me setting MY blog on fire.</title><content type='html'>Have you watched and heard Zai and David argue over who has more papers to resit for? It's really really funny. Like Zai-scratching-his-balls-in-public-funny. Yes yes, he doesn't do it anymore. I know. Anyway, it went something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai : David, decide what you want to do with your life la. Lex, David has been in college for 1 year and he still doesn't know what he wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;David : JO CHILLINGGGGG (okay he didn't say this, but I figured since this is a HELP college conversation, It'd fit in just fine. plus if I didn't admit to bogus-ly putting this in, I don't think anyone would think it's bogus. now to those of you who don't know, HELP college guys say JO CHILLINGGGGG in EVERY line. I kid you not. haha.) I'm not flying off straight after college, I'll be taking a year off.&lt;br /&gt;Zai : pfft. A year off. As of right now also you already are. Skipping class and everything.&lt;br /&gt;David : ....&lt;br /&gt;David : Don't talk like YOU go to classes okay, everytime I see Suff I'll ask him "where's zai?" and you know what he will say ar? He will say "zai? zai never come to college la!"&lt;br /&gt;Zai : ...&lt;br /&gt;Zai : Then you? Everytime I see Haikal(or was it Manesh? I'm beginning to think I know a lot of HELP college guys even though I don't go there =.=) I'll ask him "where's david?" and he'll be like "david? HAHAHAHAHA. then he walks off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they started arguing over who has more papers to resit for. REALLY good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai, David, and I were waiting for Kye Min to come. As you can see from the picture below (scroll down and look at the first picture first, then scroll back up!) this was where we were sitting. So Zai was like "there, kye min" I looked behind of course, and Zai went like "got you there!" I was sitting at Zai's 1 o'clock, while David was sitting next to me - in front of Zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to get him back, I let a few minutes pass. Then I pointed to the direction of the field behind Zai - which btw was S.M.K (L) La Salle's field - and said "there, kye min" and they both looked! Got you there!, wakenabeb!, punk'd!, candid camera! As you can see below, in this picture, there's no possible way Kye Min could've came from that direction. Unless he climbed over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PsjEBwI/AAAAAAAAACI/f32FfuhRz6s/s1600-h/LGIM0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PsjEBwI/AAAAAAAAACI/f32FfuhRz6s/s320/LGIM0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332600878044284674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zai lighting a cigarette) It's a good thing his parents know he smokes. Oh well, I suppose the "ALA MAMA TAK SPORTING LA..." would've saved him from this one though! ;) Oh and Ju? Don't break his cigarettes in half! You're only making him smoke without filters. Throw the whole box away next time, I've got your back! Though I'm pretty sure everyone else already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? I'm about to set MY blog on fire. Haha. Okay, due to a certain anonymous comment. Telling me that my blog lacks pictures, I instantly took pictures the next day at Raju's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PVcwkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/sCDsF7CF3KI/s1600-h/LGIM0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PVcwkWI/AAAAAAAAACA/sCDsF7CF3KI/s320/LGIM0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332600871843828066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            I always found this cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PIsdduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cHKhv1TD20Q/s1600-h/LGIM0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PIsdduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cHKhv1TD20Q/s320/LGIM0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332600868420024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good photographer takes the same picture from various angles. Trust me on this one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you happy now? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-8220393358505138055?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8220393358505138055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-me-setting-my-blog-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8220393358505138055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8220393358505138055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-me-setting-my-blog-on-fire.html' title='This is me setting MY blog on fire.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SgE0PsjEBwI/AAAAAAAAACI/f32FfuhRz6s/s72-c/LGIM0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-6576942080965141414</id><published>2009-05-03T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:47:34.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rappuh! - lady in blue</title><content type='html'>Now I don't expect any of you to FULLY understand this. The only people that would FULLY understand this would be Najee, David, Praevin, Abel, and Adlan. (I know, not the brightest sets of minds :p but yeah, they'll understand this) And Lin, no i'm not seeing anyone or have my eyes locked on anyone. I know better this time, I'm not getting myself involved! Be there for me k! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lady in blue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;you were dressed in blue,&lt;br /&gt;what's stuck in the back of my head is you,&lt;br /&gt;and why? I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me,&lt;br /&gt;a smile so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;left without a name,&lt;br /&gt;because of how we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three two one,&lt;br /&gt;a different time, a different place,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's you I'd want,&lt;br /&gt;but we very well know, this is all we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without a name, and without a date,&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell, till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from leaving without another smile, another glance,&lt;br /&gt;the hardest part was,&lt;br /&gt;leaving with your identity.. a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rappuh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-6576942080965141414?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/6576942080965141414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/lexandl-lady-in-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6576942080965141414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6576942080965141414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/lexandl-lady-in-blue.html' title='Rappuh! - lady in blue'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-4170405873588307487</id><published>2009-05-01T05:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:33:16.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acktugalakalachikamaktukon the homo.</title><content type='html'>Let's first start off with myself la k? Oh this is a long post, but.. it's not an emotional one. So don't be lazy to read la k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see that puddle of water? try and wash your stupidity off, even then.. I think it wouldn't work. Pray this doesn't happen again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : Someone made this girl I liked cry, so I threatened him that if it ever happened again, I would not hesitate to hit him.&lt;br /&gt;Venue : The bridge at S.M.K (L) Bukit Bintang. *the road has a lot of holes, and there's always a puddle of water there*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why puddle of water? I don't know, it was spontaneous. This line was used in 2007, and I swear, I still hear this quote going around. Well, not the whole quote, but just the "you see that puddle of water?". Sheesh, this quote is more widely used than any politician's in my group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the next isn't all that famous, but.. it's mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's over, bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : Whenever you know that YOU have achieved victory/success, while others haven't. Like.. when you win in DotA or a basketball match. Or when &lt;s&gt;Ronaldinho&lt;/s&gt; Rajiv dribbles the ball from one side of the court to the other and his momentum can't be stopped, so he scores. That's when this line comes in handy. The cherry on top the Sundae :D Or or, when the ball reaches David's feet in futsal. Not because it's going to turn into a goal, but because.. ah, let's just not say it alright? He's trying his best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at that fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : When you and your guy friends are gathered and probably stoning or doing.. anything at all and a hot girl walks by. Why chicken? I have no idea, it was spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;David.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY HEAD.... *softens voice* no use." :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : Whenever the ball reaches David during a futsal game and he tries to lift his leg up higher than his head so that he can reach the ball. Oh, and David will only say this line if and only if Rajiv is shouting at David from the other side of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anirwan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh F***ER!" (voice is normal at "eh" but goes high pitched at "F***ER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : Anytime anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zainul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ala.. mama tak sporting la.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : When Zainul wants to spend his night outside past his curfew, and his mother is on the phone with him not allowing him to do so. Well, apparently he has gained independence. So I don't suppose you'll ever hear this coming from him again. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ala hazim ___________"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : Whenever his parents disapprove of him doing this or/and that. You should hear the sound of his voice when he says this. Classic :) The blank is because, he uses the "ala hazim" for every line of argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm out of quotes. Anyway, here's a really good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys and I skipped our weekly Monday assembly and we were all in this one classroom talking away, reading newspaper, and talking away. Eventually, we got busted and this is the highlight of when we got busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agis scolding Chun Lim. (I guess my friends should know, that I really dislike Agis, so that's why I'm not doing him any favors by calling him Mr or anything like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you? What's your name? How come I've never seen you before? It is boys like you which are the worst, they lay low and do the bad stuff, and then they leave the school. You're like a leech!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was major Rolling On the F***ing Floor Laughing (ROFFL) funny! The only reason Agis doesn't know Chun Lim is because Chun Lim has been a goody goody for &lt;s&gt;5&lt;/s&gt; almost 4 years in school. That is of course, until his infamous conspiracy with none other than the King of Sparta, Zainul Hazim. Which, I will not mention on this blog. Because I have my limits :) Anyway, so yeah. All of us were refraining from laughing on the spot when Chun Lim was getting his balls squeezed by Agis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me remember something else which is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation : Cheung Yip wanted to meet up with the rest of us at MMORPG, a cyber cafe, during school hours. (Why were the guys at a cyber cafe during school hours you ask? I wonder why..) He skipped class, and went to the basketball court first. He was shooting around, shooting around. Trust me, he was what inspired Kung Fu Dunk in the first place. (to those of you who don't already know, Kung Fu Dunk is a movie starred by Jay Chou in 2008.) Anyway, then he decided that it was time to climb the back fence and join the guys at MMORPG. (I'd like to take this time out and say that I was sitting in class reading my book, practicing maths, paying attention in class, helping the teachers with their books, the kind of nerd stuff. Yes, that was what I was doing on that day. Sounds very much like me in form 5.) He climbed out, with the basketball btw, which belonged to the Quartermaster. Those who don't know, Agis is our discipline teacher and he is also the teacher in charge for Quartermaster. Okay, so far we know that Cheung Yip climbed out of school with a basketball right? Here's what he didn't know, Agis saw him. The next day, Agis questioned him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agis : Yesterday you climbed out and skipped school right?&lt;br /&gt;Cheung Yip (decided to go with the act blur strategy) : huh? &gt; :S&lt;br /&gt;Agis : Don't think I didn't see, I saw you climbing out. With a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Cheung Yip (knew he was f***ed either way, so he might as well tell &lt;s&gt;the truth&lt;/s&gt; some truth) : Oh.. sir, actually I climbed out to bring the ball back in.&lt;br /&gt;Agis : Yeah, and ended up at the cyber cafe with the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I think the last line was like that. But.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "I climbed out to bring the ball back in"?!?!?!?!?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, first it was &lt;s&gt;soar&lt;/s&gt; sore throat. Now it's dry cough. It's been days. I wonder why, I'm not the type that would care for myself enough to buy myself medicine. *hint hint* Anybody wants to show how much they care for me? Guys? NOT HIM PLEASE, OMGROFLWTFBBQPLEASEDONTLETITBEHIM! He who must not be mentioned. He is.. dangerous. That guy is so dangerous, that guy is so dangerous, that guy is a.. hoooooomoooooooooo. OKAY LA, OKAY LA. I'M SORRY FOR CALLING YOU A HOMO. Oh and I'm of course referring to the homo that added me out of the blue, he's from Africa and he claims to be the gay-est person on the planet. Yes, his name is Acktugalakalachikamaktukon. Which also means George in the English language, but I SWEAR IT'S JUST A COINCIDENCE!! Okay okay, I'm sorry again Acktugalakalachikamaktukon. In case you don't know, the post about my friends not telling me about this gay guy liking me, is Acktugalakalachikamaktukon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me cough medicine! You should believe in karma! Like Foo Soon does. (I'm not trying to be funny now, so if you laughed, something's seriously wrong with you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-4170405873588307487?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/4170405873588307487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/acktugalakalachikamaktukon-homo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4170405873588307487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4170405873588307487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/05/acktugalakalachikamaktukon-homo.html' title='Acktugalakalachikamaktukon the homo.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-946228656908062607</id><published>2009-04-29T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:34:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life under a rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever wondered what it's like to live under a rock? Now you can have a glimpse of what it is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me having a conversation with my friend. I'm not giving out any names this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LATIKA! LATIKA!" says :&lt;br /&gt;- LATIKA!&lt;br /&gt;- you want slumdog millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;- my pc has&lt;br /&gt;- LATIKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|cL| says :&lt;br /&gt;- wads that&lt;br /&gt;- = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got the idea of blogging about this after reading his reply*&lt;br /&gt;*a short while later, without me answering his question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|cL| says :&lt;br /&gt;- oo&lt;br /&gt;- get from you after exams la&lt;br /&gt;- &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine, he/she didn't know what is slumdog millionaire until he/she google-d it. And that, is life under a rock. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't be too hard on him, at least he knows google!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. technically, |cL| isn't a name.&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/2716845736002919326-946228656908062607?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/946228656908062607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-under-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/946228656908062607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/946228656908062607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-under-rock.html' title='Life under a rock.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8369986007270160311</id><published>2009-04-27T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:30:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Soothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits go to Veneon for letting me know about this song via windows live messenger. So random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-8369986007270160311?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8369986007270160311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/credits-go-to-veneon-for-letting-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8369986007270160311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8369986007270160311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/credits-go-to-veneon-for-letting-me.html' title='Ear Soothing.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-6851941699252926581</id><published>2009-04-27T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:45:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Screenshots!</title><content type='html'>Could it be about Anirwan again? Haha. Or could it be someone else? Let's find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'd first like to take this opportunity to wish both Kenneth Loh Kuan Meng (okay, I don't know your chinese name actually. I only know that your initials are KLKM, and that's because of your msn nick. Haha, but Kuan Meng sounds just about right! :D) and also Sherrie Tam Mei Ting (It's Tam Mei Ting, right? Or at least I think it is. Haha, I forgot.) a happy birthday :) Their birthdays were on 26th and 27th of April respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's what happened last night aside from a little &lt;s&gt;flirting&lt;/s&gt; interacting at 1.55a.m in the morning. (again, click on the picture to enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfVYbaAU_iI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnpA0vypcAU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfVYbaAU_iI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnpA0vypcAU/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329262961923259938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really cracked me up. HAHAHA. Just look at Wai Hoong go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, shall we move on to our next topic? I think, we should talk about homosexuals. Yes, that sounds like a good topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, imagination time. Do you know the voice that narrates the trailers at the beginning of trailers? Usually only for the happy trailers, like.. maybe Bedtime Stories? The part where the voice goes "what would you do if you could.. bla bla bla" Ugh, now I feel bad for David. David, the guy doesn't actually says bla bla bla you know? Bla bla bla could be anything :) like start fire with your eyes, or stop time with your fart or some shit like that, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if.. YOU were the crush of a homosexual from your high school and you didn't know it? What would you do if.. YOU were the crush of that homosexual and you were teaching him Maths in McD's?! (Thankfully, along with another homosexual whom btw, wore sleeveless. Thanks for being there Chun Lim, you saved me yet again with your dressed-to-kill attire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now what would you do if you were the friend of the crush of that homosexual and you knew that this homosexual schoolmate of yours has a crush for your friend? Here's what you do, you f**king tell them man! You don't just keept it to yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfVYbfox4_I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZdWBZ5603gA/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfVYbfox4_I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZdWBZ5603gA/s320/untitled1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329262963435103218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's move on to Google. At first I was like, What the f**k is wrong with google? they're always like this. Sometimes you can't even see a letter or two. Oh and of course I'm referring to the almost-everyday-changing 'Google' on the top of the search bar. I was looking looking, how does this even look like a 'G'? or an 'O'? Seconds later I was like, oh right. Dots and dashes! This must be 'google' in Morse Code. Tada~ ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, I will not allow myself to be consumed by the darkness. What I may become, should I allow, would only make more people unhappy. With that said, I will not change. Regardless of whatever may befall me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-6851941699252926581?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/6851941699252926581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-screenshots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6851941699252926581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/6851941699252926581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-screenshots.html' title='More Screenshots!'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfVYbaAU_iI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnpA0vypcAU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-7596202801090934659</id><published>2009-04-25T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:50:58.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anirwan fun fact #367</title><content type='html'>ANIRWAN, THIS IS MY EVERYDAY CIBAI-NESS. SO, DON'T GET ANGRY AT ME WEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh btw readers, the pictures need to be enlarged. Just click on it, and it doesn't open in a new page, so.. ugh. I'm too lazy to explain, figure it out yourselves =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shocker. The first 366 was expected, but trust me, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anirwan fun fact number 367 : He picks up things that we (his friends) litter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but obviously it's to a certain limit. He doesn't pick up EVERYTHING. Though he picks up the little things like papers to sweet wrappers and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today. Amazing huh? I've known him since 2004, and I haven't seen him picked up after any of our friends, but today.. the truth is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Anirwan : "save the world, save our lives." "change, starts from one person. maybe one day, each and every one of our friends might follow after me and save the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQLserYAI/AAAAAAAAABI/_V8fJkLfi8Q/s1600-h/convo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQLserYAI/AAAAAAAAABI/_V8fJkLfi8Q/s320/convo1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328620577213865986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQxAnjlrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1nXOGi90Pd0/s1600-h/convo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQxAnjlrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1nXOGi90Pd0/s320/convo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328621218274973362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQ1snD6YI/AAAAAAAAABY/6tH36U-WR5k/s1600-h/convo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQ1snD6YI/AAAAAAAAABY/6tH36U-WR5k/s320/convo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328621298803534210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQ6OIUlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/FNjxksRkxBM/s1600-h/convo4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQ6OIUlcI/AAAAAAAAABg/FNjxksRkxBM/s320/convo4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328621376520885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And just so everyone is clear about the line where Anirwan said "and if you pull a prince of tennis on me again, no way i'll forgive you", I'll first satisfy Chun Lim's curiosity. No Chun Lim, it is NOT a new Kamasutra position. It is probably one of the best Japanese Anime. (you perv. hahaha.) Oh, and I kinda like.. made Anirwan wait at home for 25 minutes with the excuse that I need time to get ready before we go out for DotA at INC in SS2. It was then that the Japanese Anime got too exciting that I told him I have stomach ache even after taking a shit (which is TRUE by the way!) and asked him if he was considering going without me, but he said I'm going no matter what. He reached my house when I was only 5 minutes into one episode. It was then he called and asked me to come out of my house. So I made him wait for like another 17 minutes outside my house just so I could finish watching my episode. He didn't even let me hang up, well.. I did hang up on him once after telling him I need more time, but he called back and demanded for an answer. That's when I was like "how am I going to get out of this one? Think Lex, think!" So I said "I'll tell you later when I get in the car!" and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in the car.. I just kept quiet, he then asked "what were you doing?" So I answered "you don't have to know, just know that.. it was worth it. you waiting that is." Then he asked me again, that's when I looked out the window and pretended not to hear anything, then he asked again. So I said "it's best you don't know." so he kept bugging and bugging, that's when I told him the truth. It was a good day. Prince of Tennis is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And notice that I've censored quite a few stuff in picture 3. I'm trying to keep my blog PG-13. I'm not saying that you're encouraged to say the F word at the age of 13, but.. oh you get the picture. Stay in school! (oh the irony of it coming from the guy who pulled out of college =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also censored the name of Anirwan's best friend. For his/her/its protection. (it applies for everything that has breath. even imaginary ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anirwan.. don't get angry la. Actually I'm just checking to see if you do read my blog or not. Haha, eh chillax la. You're not going to be the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make peace, not war.&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/2716845736002919326-7596202801090934659?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/7596202801090934659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/anirwan-fun-fact-367.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7596202801090934659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/7596202801090934659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/anirwan-fun-fact-367.html' title='Anirwan fun fact #367'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfMQLserYAI/AAAAAAAAABI/_V8fJkLfi8Q/s72-c/convo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-8904756124970942247</id><published>2009-04-23T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:24:43.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not proud of whom I've become, or how I've acted in the past 2 months. In fact, I should hate myself. I should, but I don't. A little part of me is saying that whatever my intentions were, is not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought that I would be this guy. Pathetic. Could 'pathetic' be an understatement? I don't know, maybe. Maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received comments about me, saying things like I have a good heart and such, but who I am today, what I thought of, what I did, they were all on the contrary of what others seem to think of me. Yes, I'm torn in between two things. One, I'm glad whatever my intentions were, didn't take place. Two, I hate how it didn't take place. It would've been great. It probably wouldn't have fixed me, but it would've taken my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become? I need time to be who I really am, it doesn't seem to be going very well though. I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfBBWDWhDPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pYxriUUM5Rg/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfBBWDWhDPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pYxriUUM5Rg/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327830206291971314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I uploaded this, but it just seems to fit the mood. I'm deleting this picture off my comp after this. Thanks for walking out on me.&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/2716845736002919326-8904756124970942247?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/8904756124970942247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8904756124970942247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/8904756124970942247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/changed.html' title='Changed.'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/SfBBWDWhDPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pYxriUUM5Rg/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2716845736002919326.post-4576056134954244452</id><published>2009-04-22T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:35:36.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson vs Marley</title><content type='html'>The only movie that has ever made me cry was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0162222/synopsis"&gt;Cast Away&lt;/a&gt;. That is until.. I'll get to that later.  It was this particular scene where I think (I THINK) a storm took out Chuck's (Chuck Nolan - played by Tom Hanks) raft on which his 'friend' Wilson was on together with Chuck. To those of you who know who I'm referring to, you'd very much know how exactly Wilson looks like. The question remains for those who do not know who is Wilson (or should I say.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; is wilson?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson is a Volleyball. Here's the funny part, its name is Wilson because the brand of the ball is Wilson. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Se8kHqII5CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z5DVcHhnWEQ/s1600-h/Wilson_The_Volleyball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Se8kHqII5CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z5DVcHhnWEQ/s320/Wilson_The_Volleyball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327516598188696610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my point. (If there's one that is.) I'm not sure if I remembered it correctly, but Chuck woke up the morning after the storm. He then realized that Wilson was nowhere to be found. Then I THINK he saw Wilson from his raft and tried to swim towards it and retrieve it. (or him. whatever.) Here's a short video of the scene, couldn't find a better one. The sound is really soft for this video so I'd recommend that you increase the volume of your speakers before watching it. You should listen to Tom Hanks in this video :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6ig2z_cast-away-lost-wilson-the-movie_shortfilms&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6ig2z_cast-away-lost-wilson-the-movie_shortfilms&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6ig2z_cast-away-lost-wilson-the-movie_shortfilms"&gt;Cast Away - Lost Wilson (The Movie)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/goldrausch"&gt;goldrausch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I can't believe it, hahaha. It's funny, when I think of it now. Hey, I was only standard 5 when I watched that movie on VCD, a pirated one at that, so you can't blame me crying.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to use that as an excuse, because.. I recently watched this other movie which made me cry. It wasn't even shedding a few drops of tears, but cry as in cry. Ugh. (Oh and I'm only sharing all this because I randomly thought of Cast Away earlier tonight. Which then led to the Wilson scene, and then to Marley and me.) Yes, the movie that I was referring to was Marley and me. It is indeed a sad movie, Onirvern Joshan Chowdhury (this is SO totally NOT obvious.) agreed with me. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoiler alert! To those who haven't watched the movie, you may not want to read the next few lines. It'll spoil the movie for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Marley died in the end. The whole sad ending shit begun when Owen Wilson was pillow talking to Marley. Seriously, some sad shit. Ask Onirvern. (not obvious right? I'm telling you, I'm gooooooOOOOooood. Okay no seriously, that's how his name is SUPPOSED to be pronounced, BUT don't even bother! Because supposedly if you do not have an Indian accent, you will definitely be unable to pronounce 'Onirvern') He would know. I'm too lazy to go look for the video, so I'm just going to go play DotA now. I have a newbie waiting for me. Someone by the name pop4u, who by the way, probably only thought of that name through his perv-filled brain of his. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what his DotA nickname truly means. pop4u as in, pop your cherry + for + you. Duh!&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Conclusion : maybe I only cried to Marley and me because watching it reminds me of my really old Labradoodle, Max. Whom by the way, has been in my family since standard 3. That's even older than.. my puberty? If you're laughing, that's cool. If you're laughing AT me, and you are of the same age as I am, think again! Anyway.. yeah. I guess even though I don't treat my dog well enough, even though I don't play with it, even though I don't take it for walks, even though I've only probably given him a bath for no more than 3 times maybe, I still don't want it to die. Just knowing he's around is good enough. (and.. luckily someone forgot to watch this movie with me. It would've been embarrassing. I'm not so sure if 'luckily' is the right choice of word though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm moving on. You took away everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2716845736002919326-4576056134954244452?l=clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/feeds/4576056134954244452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/wilson-vs-marley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4576056134954244452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2716845736002919326/posts/default/4576056134954244452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clarityoncalamity.blogspot.com/2009/04/wilson-vs-marley.html' title='Wilson vs Marley'/><author><name>lexandl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05342365065780735164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Sq_ZGsm50zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I3W9Xm1tC3E/S220/181.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPHz4f5rcJI/Se8kHqII5CI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z5DVcHhnWEQ/s72-c/Wilson_The_Volleyball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
