<?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-8798906</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:39:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and a ball named Disco</title><subtitle type='html'>D R A M A - O N - T H E - D A N C E F L O O R</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.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-8798906.post-8927062831062875576</id><published>2008-12-15T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:31:03.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis a season to be jolly!</title><content type='html'>Oh my it's been a while since I updated my blog. I was caught up with things and I must say there's been a lot of changes in my life this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alvin moved to Hong Kong (Channel V relocated it's production office to HK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Willy moved to Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Steph moved to Shah Alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steph got a new job. Her office is now just 10-15 mins away from mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got a new job too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I moved to a new home in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mom moved to a new apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Steph and Mike are a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I fell head over heels in love :). He makes me smile, cry, laugh, moan, groan, sulk, giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-8927062831062875576?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/8927062831062875576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=8927062831062875576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8927062831062875576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8927062831062875576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='Tis a season to be jolly!'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-6203179934936259298</id><published>2007-09-14T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:16:54.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I'm a Facebook junkie. Damn that site! It sucks you in like a black hole. Anyways, there's an application on Facebook called Bumper Stickers. There's lots of insanely crazy thumbnail-sized pictures featured. I would like to share a few of those I find so amusing. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom8_ahpjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vtUMKDF9_80/s1600-h/retarded_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939556461946418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom8_ahpjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vtUMKDF9_80/s320/retarded_thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom8_ahpkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fv0PiSs7owg/s1600-h/sarcastic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939556461946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom8_ahpkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fv0PiSs7owg/s320/sarcastic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom9PahplI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KhZqhvvGNQA/s1600-h/cat+machine+gun.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939560756913746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom9PahplI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KhZqhvvGNQA/s320/cat+machine+gun.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom9PahpmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ez5z-4NluJ8/s1600-h/Asshole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939560756913762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom9PahpmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ez5z-4NluJ8/s320/Asshole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom9PahpnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0cP4k9ya8lk/s1600-h/i+see+dumb+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939560756913778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom9PahpnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/0cP4k9ya8lk/s320/i+see+dumb+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RuomkvahpeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/olbh6dZap1Y/s1600-h/Ifuckinglovecoloring_thumb_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939139850118626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RuomkvahpeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/olbh6dZap1Y/s320/Ifuckinglovecoloring_thumb_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruomk_ahpfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-LzO94R6Sv4/s1600-h/beat+anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939144145085938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruomk_ahpfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-LzO94R6Sv4/s320/beat+anorexia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruomk_ahpgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h3uMJXHEU6c/s1600-h/Beer+helps+ugly+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939144145085954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruomk_ahpgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/h3uMJXHEU6c/s320/Beer+helps+ugly+people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RuomlfahphI/AAAAAAAAAJY/awsnRVZLreA/s1600-h/God+kills+a+kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939152735020562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RuomlfahphI/AAAAAAAAAJY/awsnRVZLreA/s320/God+kills+a+kitten.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RuomlfahpiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rkUUl1Odwd8/s1600-h/jesus_loves_u_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109939152735020578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RuomlfahpiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rkUUl1Odwd8/s320/jesus_loves_u_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8798906-6203179934936259298?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/6203179934936259298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=6203179934936259298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/6203179934936259298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/6203179934936259298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/09/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Ruom8_ahpjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vtUMKDF9_80/s72-c/retarded_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-3452864176081845125</id><published>2007-06-21T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:25:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo Madness</title><content type='html'>Who can ever forget the young rebel in Gilmore Girls who grew up into a very fine character in Heroes? I for one didn't. I would like to present this year's sexiest rising star (and my latest obsession): &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How can you ever forget that frown and the voice...oh the voice...I must say, no matter what role he's playing, he still exudes sexiness. So girls (or guys)...eat you hearts out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078430306643850082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rno1dQwVs2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MsZfR5JsrNo/s320/peter+petrelli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078429572204442386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rno0ygwVsxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bwi3DhdWjMA/s320/60745_milo_player_008_122_183lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078429576499409698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rno0ywwVsyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/NSji_6fqDhE/s320/normal_miloventimiglia002am6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078429576499409730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rno0ywwVs0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/L5qAC2XSjwE/s320/milo+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8798906-3452864176081845125?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/3452864176081845125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=3452864176081845125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3452864176081845125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3452864176081845125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/06/milo-madness.html' title='Milo Madness'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rno1dQwVs2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/MsZfR5JsrNo/s72-c/peter+petrelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-5103464826564591287</id><published>2007-06-12T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:36:24.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpwe0Bezk-s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpwe0Bezk-s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charmaine sent me this clip. It touched me in so many ways and reminded me immediately of this song "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin (Motley Crue did a remake of this song. So did Guns N Roses) and part of the lyric went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A child just arrived the other day, &lt;br /&gt;He came to the world in the usual way. &lt;br /&gt;But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. &lt;br /&gt;He learnt to walk when I was away. &lt;br /&gt;And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew, &lt;br /&gt;He'd say,"I'm gonna be like you, dad. You know I'm gonna be like you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-5103464826564591287?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/5103464826564591287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=5103464826564591287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/5103464826564591287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/5103464826564591287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/06/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-2729841789899470960</id><published>2007-06-10T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:23:26.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SIGHT.</title><content type='html'>Today, I am so sad. I think my friend Steph is the coolest, SMARTEST person I have ever met. She is just so smart. I think she is so smart. Her intelligence is... so smart. *sob* Oh how I wish I could be just like her. I am but a fool. A fool. Fool schmool. Cool drool. Stool wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wet my pants. Actually, I knew I had to go to the toilet. But it was too far and I was tired. At least something fun happened today. I miss my smart, cool, black haired friend Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reply from Xavy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh Steph, you must be bored to death that you decided to write about yourself. It's okay, you know...you can tell me your secret....ah, nevermind...dont have to tell..I already know. You have a split personality, right? It's okay.. we are here for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-2729841789899470960?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/2729841789899470960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=2729841789899470960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2729841789899470960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2729841789899470960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-sight.html' title='OH SIGHT.'/><author><name>Super Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304851832547401376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOB7uvO9Wu4/SrC1HuD_XLI/AAAAAAAAALU/qn-poE81q-E/S220/17480442926837l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-1867346912668651124</id><published>2007-06-06T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:58:53.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to de-stress</title><content type='html'>Take it from me. I'm an expert in de-stressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punch anyone who happens to be in your way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set people's car on fire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream on top of your lungs especially when you are in a crowded area.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snip off all your hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shave your eyebrows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bite people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bark like a dog with your head out your car window.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive in reverse all the way home from the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive through tolls without paying anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call every single person in your phonebook and scream at them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit on your annoying neighbour's car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push kids off their swings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make prank calls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Note: This is meant to be a joke. If you're dumb enough to do the abovementioned things, you aren't human but an ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, life is a bitch. Everyone is bitchy in their own way. I want to knock the bitchiness out of every one of you. I want to beat the daylights out of every single person whose sole mission is to make my life miserable. Yes..If you happen to read this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fuck you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go suck on your mama's tits, you goat fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-1867346912668651124?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/1867346912668651124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=1867346912668651124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/1867346912668651124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/1867346912668651124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-de-stress.html' title='How to de-stress'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-4035933836196161436</id><published>2007-05-31T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:28:35.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on my totally adventurous life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wanna know what the fuck has been happening this few months? Here...let me list down all the fucking things I've been fucking doing so you guys can fucking check it out and see that my life is so fucking cool. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK! I'M COOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Note...it is not put in proper order...too lazy to do it as my life in itself is unorganized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charmaine's awesome 'Mad Hatter' birthday bash at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7ate9&lt;/span&gt;. I went as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;pirate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(because pirates wear hats, you dumbass). Steph wore a cowboy hat. Leo got a tophat. Abel wore a cap. Charmaine the bday girl had on a fucking awesome sunhat. Willy wore a berret (is that how u fucking spell it?). Outcome: Birthday girl got smashed. She was so red and so drunk. I was delighted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070714491136166226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rl7L9sGYyVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8rqye_kjcWw/s400/chernieBday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070714495431133538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rl7L98GYyWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y4pkAd0HJKI/s400/IMG_5208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon and Lin came to KL for a break. We went partying at the usual watering hole: Velvet Underground. Firstly, they mixed up our table reservations. Because there was gonna be 11 of us, I asked Jay to reserve a big table by the dancefloor. Outcome: Fucking small table. only 2 fucking chairs. (but its ok coz at least we had a table. Thanks Jay). Got smashed (as usual). Alvin and Jon ended up on the dancefloor with us 3 girls (me, lin, charmaine). Jon had to go home early. Alvin followed Jon back. Byron came late. I wore bright red lipstick and ended up kissing Lin which ended up with me smudging my lipstick all over my face and hers. I made 2 guys kiss (do not want to disclose their names). On the way back to the car, according to Byron, I kept spanking Lin's ass. Charmaine had to drive because I was useless. I called Steph and was raving about some "Cobra God". Charmaine recorded the conversation. Life starts spiraling downwards after that episode. I am now the "Cobra God" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steph bought a pair of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ladybug slippers for me from &lt;em&gt;HAAAA-noi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am slowly improving my pool playing skills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have managed to dramatically cut down on my alcohol intake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have managed to gain weight and now am officially an ELEPHANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;'s concert with Christine, Renai, and Nicholas. Nic got us the tickets. I am eternally grateful to him. Being an avid rock &lt;em&gt;ago-go-er&lt;/em&gt;...this was my first ever rock concert. How pathetic is that? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rl7M3cGYyZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YQEjiMFJ1T0/s1600-h/GoodCharlotte4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070715483273611666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rl7M3cGYyZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/YQEjiMFJ1T0/s400/GoodCharlotte4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...thanks to Steph and Leo. It's so much fun. I've added Wii into my list of "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things I MUST buy before I spend all my salary on alcohol&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ordered the &lt;strong&gt;lousiest&lt;/strong&gt; wine on planet earth. It was so sour that every sip makes you cringe. Steph had to help me finish the bottle. nyeh nyeh nyeh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost drove into a divider because I was soooo sleepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran over a huge-ass snake. I think it survived the ordeal. I somehow almost punished myself for almost killing an innocent pedastrian (the snake).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for my FIRST EVER &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;EARTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WIND&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert. First time watching them LIVE. I love Earth Wind and Fire and I dont fucking care if you guys hate them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MIKA. Mika changed my life in so many ways. He's a cross between Mick Jagger, Freddie Mercury, and anorexia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3. Movie was great. I'm still in love with Johnny Depp ever since his 21 Jump Street days. Johnny, if you're reading this, I love you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been playing badminton almost every Thursday. Not so much into squash these days. But still... I suck. I suck so bad. boo hoo me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom's birthday. It was one hell of a drama getting the right restaurant and all that. Outcome: Mom was drunk on wine and margarita...(yes... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; wine and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;margarita and that was IT).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Willy went to Singapore and came back. We have yet to celebrate his belated birthday. I am itching all over to get him drunk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay and I are going to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Joey's wedding. We still have yet to figure out what to wear. My mission for the night: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get wasted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck, my life is so fucking cool because I am cool. Go me!!!!!&lt;/p&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/8798906-4035933836196161436?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/4035933836196161436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=4035933836196161436&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4035933836196161436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4035933836196161436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates-on-my-totally-adventurous-life.html' title='Updates on my totally adventurous life'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rl7L9sGYyVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8rqye_kjcWw/s72-c/chernieBday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-2485690358250897691</id><published>2007-05-05T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T03:51:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverts</title><content type='html'>This world is just full of them. You can't avoid them and they most certainly are not avoiding us girls. They will go all out in finding ways to get closer to you. Even the scent of your perfume sends shivers down their spine and before you know it, they are already aroused and start moving in on you. It doesn't matter what you wear, you just can't stop them from using their imagination and undressing you with their eyes...their dirty beady eyes. Sad to say, perverts have been breeding profusely in Malaysia. It's like, everywhere you go, you are bound to bump into a pervert or two at every corner. Come on, guys, we girls most certainly are not impressed by all this perversion. Where have all the gentlemen gone? I guess perversion is some sort of disease. I've yet to figure if it's air-borne or if it spreads via bodily fluid. I'll keep you guys posted once I get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think staring at a girl's bossom will get you in her panties? The last thing a girl would want is to be banged by a dirty boy who has only ONE thing in mind..which is to BANG her. A girl wants a guy who has the whole package: good manners, good career, good hygiene, good future, good listener, good entertainer...and of course, ehem, a good/feasible size (note that I didn't use the word "GREAT" because I know nobody's perfect). Not some slimy bastard who thinks about sex everytime he looks at exposed skin. Well, I guess we have to blame part of it on pornography and on how the media exploits women. Come on guys, don't forget your mother is also a woman. So respect other women like how you respect your own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is like a temple.  Respect, my fellow men, respect. All that "Your body's a Wonderland..." song crap is just...yes, crap. A woman's body is a work of fine art..not a play thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-2485690358250897691?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/2485690358250897691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=2485690358250897691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2485690358250897691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2485690358250897691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/05/perverts.html' title='Perverts'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-2614969318387853018</id><published>2007-04-12T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:14:38.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.1 thing NOT to do when you're DRUNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rh3nEMuv1tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UCSuS3eCOFQ/s1600-h/719047289l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052448416302356178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rh3nEMuv1tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UCSuS3eCOFQ/s400/719047289l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Picture courtesy of Gavin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 drunken looking mofos you see proudly displaying their work of art in that picture are my cousin, Gavin (in red), and my nephew, Carl (in black). When I saw this, I was shocked/dumbfounded. Okay, we've all had our fair share of embarassing/remorseful moments in our past drunken escapades. But this...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...is by far the most bizzare thing I've seen in my entire 25 years of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...so I did both in the end. I laughed so hard that there were tears in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-2614969318387853018?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/2614969318387853018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=2614969318387853018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2614969318387853018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2614969318387853018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/04/no1-thing-not-to-do-when-youre-drunk.html' title='No.1 thing NOT to do when you&apos;re DRUNK'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rh3nEMuv1tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UCSuS3eCOFQ/s72-c/719047289l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-6818744788165018244</id><published>2007-04-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:46:07.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice</title><content type='html'>These few days have seen me hanging out with Jay, Razlan and Jess. Our drunkard escapades could've been satisfying if it weren't for the presence of a very annoying-squeaky-high-pitched voice. My first impression of the owner of this "voice" was a good one. But until my recent experience with her, her true colours showed and I can say that God has really put my patience to the test. Finally to no avail, my patience has reached it's limit. While hungrily wolfing down on my food, (all my friends know that nothing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;, should come between me and my food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ESPECIALLY &lt;/span&gt;when I'm starving) the others were talking about Easter Sunday and stuff like that..and The Voice turned to me "So you are what again? Kela..what? Kelabit?". To which I responded with a "Mm"(I was more interested in my food than talking about my ethnic background). Not getting the message, The Voice asked,"So, you're Christian meh?". I looked up, swallowed my food and gave the loudest "DUH" I can manage. Everyone looked up at me with a startled look. I continued eating and was smiling deep down inside as I imagined how she'd look like with my plate of "mee mamak goreng" on her head. I could feel the tension in the air right after my "DUH" episode...so to ease it, with all my might, I looked up, smiled and said,"I get that all the time because people always assume that I'm a Malay." But to my dismay, The Voice replied,"Yah! I get that all the time too! Why ar"...and my mind trailed off as she began holding the table hostage with stories about her. All I could hear was "Squeak... squeak squeak squeak....SQUEAK...squeak squeak....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself The Voice will be the first and last of her kind I would ever want to encounter for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-6818744788165018244?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/6818744788165018244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=6818744788165018244&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/6818744788165018244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/6818744788165018244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/04/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-1419886792951262139</id><published>2007-04-05T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:28:40.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the Unchanged Man</title><content type='html'>Dear Unchanged Man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd love me. You said you love me for being me. You'd love me no matter what. You'd never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years down the road...&lt;br /&gt;I caught you once&lt;br /&gt;I caught you twice&lt;br /&gt;I forgave you and tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught you again...&lt;br /&gt;third time&lt;br /&gt;fourth time&lt;br /&gt;Somehow down the road, I forced myself to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again it happened...&lt;br /&gt;and again... I lost count.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the number of times it happened doesn't seem to matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is...it &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed to meet new friends. Everyone love you. Like how I used to love you. It's been a while since it happened. But I'm just waiting for it to happen again. This journey is weary and I'm weary. Change is inevitable. You &lt;em&gt;proved&lt;/em&gt; that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow for once I made a &lt;em&gt;mistake &lt;/em&gt;(you said it was my mistake). I went my own way.&lt;br /&gt;I looked elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;I returned to you.&lt;br /&gt;But never have you ever kept quiet about this one.&lt;br /&gt;You accused me.&lt;br /&gt;You made me into a monster to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just that one time cost me my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Just one time.&lt;br /&gt;I was accused.&lt;br /&gt;I was damned.&lt;br /&gt;I was condemned.&lt;br /&gt;But I let it slip.&lt;br /&gt;I learn and I learn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get it, do you? I learned all this from you! Again, I am weary. I need freedom, but I'm afraid of it. I need to go away, but I'm afraid of not returning. I want to stay, but I'm afraid of disappointments. I need to be alone, but I'm afraid of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd say I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;That's because even when I'm with you, I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for very long.&lt;br /&gt;It's either we change, or the relationship changes.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A changed woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-1419886792951262139?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/1419886792951262139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=1419886792951262139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/1419886792951262139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/1419886792951262139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/04/letter-to-unchanged-man.html' title='A letter to the Unchanged Man'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-3789540484151531070</id><published>2007-04-04T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:52:35.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy! Happy! Happy!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. I don't know why. Maybe it's a combination of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nice weather&lt;br /&gt;-Cut down on cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;-Good food (have been eating a lot)&lt;br /&gt;-Good friends&lt;br /&gt;-Good colleagues&lt;br /&gt;-It feels like New Year all over again.&lt;br /&gt;-Good music&lt;br /&gt;-Finally watched 300&lt;br /&gt;-Managed to fool my colleagues and a few friends on April Fool's day&lt;br /&gt;-My Bandit&lt;br /&gt;-People love me&lt;br /&gt;-I love the people&lt;br /&gt;-And.....Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire concert's this Friday. hahahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-3789540484151531070?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/3789540484151531070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=3789540484151531070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3789540484151531070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3789540484151531070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-happy-happy.html' title='Happy! Happy! Happy!'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-8744022471692243586</id><published>2007-03-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:16:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Annoying People in a Lift</title><content type='html'>After my many encounters with rude and annoying people in the lift (because I live in an apartment), it has inspired me to come up with a list of things to do to annoy these people back &lt;em&gt;(Oh...revenge IS sweet)&lt;/em&gt;. Feel free to add in a few lines yourself. You see, I have learnt the Malaysian way which is: If you can't beat them, join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the lift door opens (make sure there are ppl around &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;), push your way through the crowd so that you enter the lift first. Next, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;CLOSE&lt;/span&gt; the lift door even when people are still trying to get in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While in the lift, fart loudly and give a sigh of relief. Take a deep breathe, smile and go "Mmmm..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk loudly on your mobile (in the lift) and go "Hello?..Hello?..HELLO?" repeatedly..until the lift door opens and exit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep starring at the person in the lift until he/she feels uncomfortable. And when he/she finally looks at you in annoyance, you roll your eyes and say "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; sensitive".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the lift door closes, start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, squeezing yourself in the back of the lift and say "We are going to die....we are going to die!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slowly inch yourself closer to the person next to you. When he/she realizes this and moves away, slowly inch yourself towards them again. Do this until he/she exits the lift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in your pants and say loudly "My...is it me? Or is it raining in here?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While in the lift, scream as if you're on a roller-coaster ride. Just before you exit, say "Phew.. that was one helluva ride!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring a box of popcorn with you. While in the lift throw them in the air and say "It's snowing!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you enter the lift, "&lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt;" step on everyone's feet and say sorry. And as you exit, do the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you enter the lift, ask "Which floor do I go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Willy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wonka's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate factory?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you catch someone looking at you, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;overreact&lt;/span&gt; by saying "Stop starring at my boobies and stop stalking me or else I'll call the police!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you see someone carrying a lot of things, "&lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt;" nudge into him/her. When he/she bends over to pick them up, quickly move behind the person and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dry-hump&lt;/span&gt; him/her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When someone is exiting a lift. Push their head from behind so they exit faster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What are you guys doing in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; lift??"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn to your "imaginary friend" and giggle "Hehehee...they can't see you.."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask the stranger next to you "So...my place or yours?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grab your crotch, wince, smack yourself on the forehead, and say "Aiyah...forgot to wear my underwear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carry a water-gun. Whenever you catch anyone talking, you squirt them and say "Silence!".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit on the lift floor, look up someone's skirt and say "Hah! I know what &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt; you're wearing! hahaha!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-8744022471692243586?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/8744022471692243586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=8744022471692243586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8744022471692243586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8744022471692243586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/03/art-of-annoying-people-in-lift.html' title='The Art of Annoying People in a Lift'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-3208826296283633540</id><published>2007-03-17T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T05:03:04.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of destroying pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know when your whole family has one of those 'reunion' dinners/get-togethers, it will usually be accompanied by countless of photo-taking sessions. But of course, everyone will be dressed up to their 9's and 6's...just for a family dinner. And again, when it's time to take pictures, the aunties will usually insist the photo session to be put on hold while they rush to the nearest mirror to get themselves dolled up. We younger ones on the other hand will be standing and waiting, rolling our eyes and snickering about how funny it is that it mattered so much to look good on film. So being true descendents of the Choo family (although I'm actually Kelabit, but my mom's chinese, therefore, I'm technically still considered a descendent of the Choo family), we did not only inherit the good side of the bloodline, we also did (to the dismay of all our aunties and uncles) inherit the mischevious side. See, through the many stories passed down to us through my 'ah ma' (granny in Hokkien), we have concluded that my mom's generation was quite the naughty one. Imagine 8 siblings living under 1 roof. I'll leave that to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my point here. We are all blessed with a good/weird sense of humor. Some people may find it sickening. Some people find it incomprehensible. But for my cousins, sister, and I, we just find it a hell lot of fun. Our latest is what we love to call "Distroy all picture" trick. It's when a family photo session is taking place, we'd pretend to pose nicely for the camera..and just seconds before the click of the camera, we'd change our poses into something horrendous. Knowing that the aunties &amp; uncles are quite particular about taking the 'perfect' family picture, we figured this is the best way to get at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would advise that you'll need a lot of practice to pull this off: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; of all, you'll need the cooperation from all your siblings and cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;, they must be of the same wavelength as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;, you better make sure that every silly pose you make would surely come out so wrong in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt;, you must master the art of changing your pose from proper to improper within a blink of an eye...like I said, you must anticipate the moment the photographer clicks his camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything must be done with precission timing. Or if changing poses are too much to do, try something simpler like the "half open - half close" eye trick or easier still, just keep blinking your eyes really fast..you will still be able to get the same effect. If you are creative enough, here's when the props come in. Be it a soft toy, or a kids toy gun. Anything goes. Just use your imagination. Once you're reached the Advanced stage, that's when you get one of your cousins/siblings (who is not going to be in the photo taking session) to jump right in front of the group, thus blocking the camera from the group and the photgrapher ends up taking him instead of everyone else..OR..a prop can come in handly. Just get your sibling/cousin to slide the prop in view (just make sure no one notices it. not even the cameraman).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a couple of sample for you to practice at home with your siblings and cousins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr2DvjY_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VL4u_Y51DRM/s1600-h/CNY@Con"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042613276959637234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr2DvjY_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VL4u_Y51DRM/s320/CNY%40Con%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "blinking eye" pose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice how how I look. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to look like you're &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiling naturally but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with your eyes closed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr0fPjY_uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SqtOg6vv6vw/s1600-h/2006+Jun+24+-+Ama"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042611550382784226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr0fPjY_uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SqtOg6vv6vw/s320/2006+Jun+24+-+Ama%27s+birthday+010new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the 'art of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;changing poses'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only do this after &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've fully &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mastered the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"blinking eye" pose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr5UPjY_wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kfwoar5u8wI/s1600-h/PICT0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042616858962362114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr5UPjY_wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kfwoar5u8wI/s320/PICT0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combination pose. The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"blinking eye" + "art of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;changing pose".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr6fPjY_xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J8bV9M_-f3c/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042618147452550930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr6fPjY_xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J8bV9M_-f3c/s320/PICT0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr6fPjY_xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J8bV9M_-f3c/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With props. M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;y sis &amp; I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind the group &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that they wouldn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spot the props.In this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;case, it was our little &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin's toy guns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr8KPjY_zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K_jwHooZVYw/s1600-h/PICT0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042619985698553650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr8KPjY_zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K_jwHooZVYw/s320/PICT0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combination. The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;props (my sis and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the background) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ My little cousin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who jumped in front &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the group at the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;click of the camera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(too bad he's too short &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to block everyone).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr8J_jY_yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/la4uJlRX-j8/s1600-h/PICT0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042619981403586338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr8J_jY_yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/la4uJlRX-j8/s320/PICT0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hardest to pull off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice anything? If &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look closely, there's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a toy gun on the left &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;side of the picture. My &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin managed to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;slip this in view of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;camera without anyone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;noticing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, happy trying. If you need more tips, you know who to call. :) I'll be very happy to be at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr2DvjY_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VL4u_Y51DRM/s1600-h/CNY@Con"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-3208826296283633540?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/3208826296283633540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=3208826296283633540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3208826296283633540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3208826296283633540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/03/art-of-destroying-pictures.html' title='The art of destroying pictures'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/Rfr2DvjY_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VL4u_Y51DRM/s72-c/CNY%40Con%27s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-2452117377027762294</id><published>2007-03-04T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:07:46.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking crap</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought 2007 will be the year where I cut down on partying, I find myself doing just the opposite. Being the sort of person who wouldn't want to miss out on &lt;em&gt;anything, &lt;/em&gt;I couldn't resist the nightlife. But this time, I'm much more observant with the environment that I'm in (maybe it comes with age..haha!). Instead of hitting the dancefloor like I used to, I find myself having conversations with random ppl despite the loud music. One time, a guy friend came up to me and dragged me to the bar to have a drink with him. After what seemed to be like an endless conversation about girls, music, and human behavior, he turned to me and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"I heard you like bad boys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Where did you hear that from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Haha..Come on, Xavy. Does not take an idiot to see that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I'm not looking for one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"So, what type of guy do you think I am?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"I like to think that I'm a bad boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Oh, &lt;em&gt;reaalllyyy&lt;/em&gt;? Good for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"So, meaning there's a higher chance of you liking me, maybe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I like nice guys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"But I thought you like bad boys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I never said I like bad boys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"I can be a nice guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I don't think so.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch&lt;/em&gt;....That must've hurt real bad. I must say, it must be the age and the amount of alcohol consumed that made me so cocky. Hahaha. Just watching someone's face wince in pain is so priceless. I'm not a mean person. But with the presence of alcohol in my blood, I have no control of the words I use. It's a very Sagittarian thing to do...it's called "Foot-in-Mouth" Disease. Therefore, to anyone out there who has been the victim of my doing, I do apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-2452117377027762294?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/2452117377027762294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=2452117377027762294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2452117377027762294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2452117377027762294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/03/talking-crap.html' title='Talking crap'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-4252128815945542674</id><published>2007-02-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:06:02.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of Love</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's February. Happy Belated Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year to everyone. It was a long weekend and I've been partying almost everyday (during the festive holidays). Steph told me that I should have a private blog for my private thoughts for my perverted friends. Anyways, I will not go into details. It's the same old thing... I went out with friends, I had lots to drink, I danced till my feet ached, and I sent friends home before going home myself in a drunken state. Somehow my tolerance of alcohol has been on a down low lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Steph and Charmaine are leaving me behind on a trip to Langkawi to celebrate Johan's bday. :( So sad because I couldn't make it. Let's hope there'll be another trip sometime soon. This weekend will surely be a lonely and quiet weekend for me because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steph, Charmaine and the boys will be in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Daniel left for Aussie land yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;3. David is down with fever.&lt;br /&gt;4. Willy's in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;5. Alvin's busy with his cousin who just came down from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonelyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! I'm so lonelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...... I have nobodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....for my owwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-4252128815945542674?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/4252128815945542674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=4252128815945542674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4252128815945542674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4252128815945542674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/02/month-of-love.html' title='The month of Love'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-7592960469521744219</id><published>2007-01-26T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:31:46.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Xavie called me 10ish-11 to ask if i wanted to yumcha. She bugged me on the phone for abit then i told her i'd call her after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dinner ended at 11.58pm, when I called her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;"MmmHh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"VievieEeeE. Where are you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;"At home watching tv.. So malas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I just finished dinner, wanna yumcha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;"Nrghhh. So malas la.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Get ready we come pick you up and go near your place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;"Nrghhh.. Malas laa.. aiya anything lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"okay okay faster, want or dont want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;"MALAAAASSSSS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"FINE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;"Mmrhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Freaky lazy ballz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*SIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-7592960469521744219?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/7592960469521744219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=7592960469521744219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/7592960469521744219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/7592960469521744219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/malas.html' title='Malas..'/><author><name>Super Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304851832547401376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOB7uvO9Wu4/SrC1HuD_XLI/AAAAAAAAALU/qn-poE81q-E/S220/17480442926837l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-4180028735833824595</id><published>2007-01-24T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:33:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm addicted to Blogthings. I sat for a quizz called "What Mythological Creature Are You?" and this was the end result...What a coincidence since I'm a Sagittarian and my symbol is a Centaur...except the Sagittarian Centaur has a bow and arrow whereas this Centaur is holding a spear. But whatever it is... Sagittarians Rock!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Centaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/centaur.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s Sagittarians are cool too. hahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-4180028735833824595?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/4180028735833824595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=4180028735833824595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4180028735833824595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4180028735833824595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-im-addicted-to-blogthings.html' title=''/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-7086206187884602901</id><published>2007-01-23T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:34:43.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting In English - Japanese Game Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/F_sDJEo8FTQ' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/F_sDJEo8FTQ'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just couldn't stop laughing when I watched this video. It's soooo fucking funny! It's taken from a Japanese game show. I think the show is called "Don't Laugh".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-7086206187884602901?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/7086206187884602901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=7086206187884602901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/7086206187884602901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/7086206187884602901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/counting-in-english-japanese-game-show.html' title='Counting In English - Japanese Game Show'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-8412882267161994181</id><published>2007-01-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:33:37.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was so bored today, so I decided to browse &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt; to check it out. The following are the results of my boredom. I seriously need help because I may be a danger to the society:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is NC-17 Rated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mind is so filthy... you should should be washing every part of you out with soap.&lt;br /&gt;If your thoughts can go dirty, they do. Almost everything is NC-17 to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Date Like a Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/man.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies on dating, you date like a man.&lt;br /&gt;You date casually and frequently, getting serious with select people over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical attraction and chemistry is very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if there's nothing more than a physical connection, that's okay with you (at least for a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely looking for love, but you are in no rush to find it.&lt;br /&gt;You figure love will eventually come your way, and you're not going to live like a monk while you're waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Date Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, Steph, you are right... I can be a little &lt;em&gt;man-ly&lt;/em&gt; sometimes... sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-8412882267161994181?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/8412882267161994181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=8412882267161994181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8412882267161994181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8412882267161994181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-so-bored-today-so-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-8658410006635096828</id><published>2007-01-21T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:46:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss The Gang!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since &lt;em&gt;The Gang&lt;/em&gt; were out partying together. Everytime when I have the opportunity to party, there's always 1 member of &lt;em&gt;The Gang&lt;/em&gt; missing. This month, it's my turn to go M.I.A. on &lt;em&gt;The Gang&lt;/em&gt;. For those of you who have NO idea who or what &lt;em&gt;The Gang&lt;/em&gt; is, it consists of 4 very different individuals with very different cultural/ethnic backgrounds, and very different carrier paths: Stephanie, Alvin, Willy, and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbL2tci5hFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ev2eN3YQsho/s1600-h/DSC05188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022347795088639058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbL2tci5hFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ev2eN3YQsho/s320/DSC05188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy times.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stephanie Fang is Chinese. Born and bred in KL. Has just completed her studies and is waiting for graduation. She plans to take up PR and is currently a model for a well known agency. She likes to suck on my big toe and thinks I'm the coolest person in the world. She has a shrine in her room dedicated to me. Apparently I'm the next big thing to Aphrodite (that's what she said).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Willy Wilson is what I love to call a Chin-Do..he's an Indonesian Chinese. Born and bred there and came to KL to continue his studies and is currently a really cool journalist/writer for a very well known lifestyle magazine. He was a very nice and sweet guy until he met us, and so it began..the total conversion of a sweet thing to a ferocious party animal and fellow martini drinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alvin Alfonso (or Pulga) is a Philipino Canadian. It's quite a long story on how he landed the Channel [V] gig...so I'll just cut it short and say that he is now a VJ and we are proud of him. He is the craziest, strongest and loudest of the bunch (but I must say that I think Willy has the loudest laugh though). And he knows that I'm waayyyyyy cooler than him...hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbL3fMi5hGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7mclqUA8j5U/s1600-h/HalloweenZouk+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022348649787130978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbL3fMi5hGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7mclqUA8j5U/s320/HalloweenZouk+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary times.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to say, I MISS YOU GUYS!!!!! And I CAN'T WAIT TO PARTY WITH YOU CRAZY PERVERTS AGAIN!!!!! AND THANKS STEPH FOR PARTICIPATING IN MY BLOG!!!!! AND I CAN'T WAIT TILL END OF JANUARY WHEN I CAN PARTY AGAIN!!!!! AND I NEED TO GO SHOPPING!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-8658410006635096828?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/8658410006635096828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=8658410006635096828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8658410006635096828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8658410006635096828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-gang.html' title='I miss The Gang!'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbL2tci5hFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ev2eN3YQsho/s72-c/DSC05188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-4409661120961972312</id><published>2007-01-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:20:33.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then again...</title><content type='html'>It's always nicer to hog someone else's page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHHAHA!!! RARR RARRR RARRRRRR! BOoBoo shimmy shimmy whimple dimple simple tinkle. GRoWL SchMowl. Xavy Mavy. Donkey. AAAAAHAAHAHAHA it rhymes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really bored. Waiting for Johan and C-man to scoop me always permits &lt;strong&gt;ample&lt;/strong&gt; free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least theyre predictable. Xavie's scoop timing is unpredictable. One minute she says "OI WAKE UP I'M COMING TO GET YOU FOR LUNCH GET READY IN 20 MINUTES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YO I'M OUTSIDE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parts of this story may be exaggerated. most likely actually. just the timing bit la. i dont remember really how many minutes. okla she's pretty punctual la. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-4409661120961972312?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/4409661120961972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=4409661120961972312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4409661120961972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/4409661120961972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/then-again.html' title='Then again...'/><author><name>Super Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304851832547401376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOB7uvO9Wu4/SrC1HuD_XLI/AAAAAAAAALU/qn-poE81q-E/S220/17480442926837l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-8631998534367468700</id><published>2007-01-20T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:12:09.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet introduction..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello foreigners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another new day, another new blog. Although I am not Xavie, somehow, i get to write here. Meaning I get to write on behalf of her, meaning I control her brain, meaning I am&lt;strong&gt; great&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's okay, I won't hog this page too much as i have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrrh.blogspot.com"&gt;MY OWN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022051494341348258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOB7uvO9Wu4/RbHpOePvi6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/bfS1SoZaZ_M/s320/HalloweenZouk%2520044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Xavie is the MAN! WOoHOOoOOo! Oooh YEah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-8631998534367468700?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/8631998534367468700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=8631998534367468700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8631998534367468700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/8631998534367468700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/introduction.html' title='My sweet introduction..'/><author><name>Super Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03304851832547401376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OOB7uvO9Wu4/SrC1HuD_XLI/AAAAAAAAALU/qn-poE81q-E/S220/17480442926837l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OOB7uvO9Wu4/RbHpOePvi6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/bfS1SoZaZ_M/s72-c/HalloweenZouk%2520044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-2156160116190082040</id><published>2007-01-20T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:18:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronized Sleeping</title><content type='html'>What is synchronized sleeping, you ask? It's the hottest sport in town. And you don't have to work a single muscle at all. You just got to try it. But first, you must have at least 1 partner. And, it isn't that easy as you must be connected to your partner, body and soul..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021852868827251714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbE0k8i5hAI/AAAAAAAAADM/xpEntoN1Ruo/s320/Miri+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021853122230322194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbE0zsi5hBI/AAAAAAAAADU/cufzEsKXyu4/s320/Miri+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021853306913915938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbE0-ci5hCI/AAAAAAAAADc/_7KNBc8RCv0/s320/Miri+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021853745000580146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbE1X8i5hDI/AAAAAAAAADk/CYU3zcCA-xY/s320/Miri+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-2156160116190082040?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/2156160116190082040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=2156160116190082040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2156160116190082040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2156160116190082040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/synchronized-sleeping.html' title='Synchronized Sleeping'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbE0k8i5hAI/AAAAAAAAADM/xpEntoN1Ruo/s72-c/Miri+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-2846109375594415317</id><published>2007-01-20T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:11:06.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEsUsi5g4I/AAAAAAAAABs/trJ4Un-wPpA/s1600-h/37155251525164l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021843793561355138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEsUsi5g4I/AAAAAAAAABs/trJ4Un-wPpA/s320/37155251525164l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello!! I'm so bored and so surprisingly sober! Look at the time!! Its 4 something in the morning and I'm still wide awake and.....SOBER!! My partying life will kick-off by the end of this month....it's just a matter of days away...and then the torture will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021844553770566546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEtA8i5g5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/UA9FRxq09qo/s320/Xavy+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Stout, it's been a long time since I revel in your frothy-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've not been drinking Stout for so long that I somehow forgot its taste. How can that be? I should be ashamed of myself! I know the &lt;em&gt;Gang&lt;/em&gt; is still waiting for me to snap out of this insanity. Hold on, my darlings, in a coupla days, you'll get the old Xavy back. I promise! HAHAHA. And I'll end up like Willy during one of our clubbing nights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021846001174545314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEuVMi5g6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/cK-ZOlhPHdI/s320/Liquid+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or most probably dance the night away. And normally when you're REALLY smashed, you tend to lose your sense of &lt;em&gt;malu-ness&lt;/em&gt; and start doing some weird stunts on the dancefloor which can in fact ruin your reputation like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021850708458701810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEynMi5g_I/AAAAAAAAACk/PG41BukTJ4s/s320/Picturess+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                           Spot this guy at a friend's party @ Nouvo. Hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But what I fear most is to get so so so so so drunk that I start stripping and wear nothing but my whacky looking undies like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021848827263026114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEw5si5g8I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rlc7N4nGtkA/s320/DSC05194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the worst part is, I might start grabbing people at places I dare not grab before....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021849381313807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbExZ8i5g9I/AAAAAAAAACU/rjg1ogC9Nvc/s320/DSC05231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night will end with me going home, and licking my own wounds (embarassed by the fact that I actually made a fool of myself the whole night)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021850012673999842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEx-si5g-I/AAAAAAAAACc/1YudFLqIchM/s320/Xmas+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-2846109375594415317?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/2846109375594415317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=2846109375594415317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2846109375594415317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/2846109375594415317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RbEsUsi5g4I/AAAAAAAAABs/trJ4Un-wPpA/s72-c/37155251525164l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-3341990690610093578</id><published>2007-01-16T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:59:55.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my disco ball worshipping comrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/kxsYbdihttc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/kxsYbdihttc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After (regretfully) vowing to myself and to everyone that I won't be partying for the month of January, I felt a sudden urge to drop everything and head to the nearest club to get my groove on. But thanks to my strong sense of perseverence, I managed to hold myself back. It's time to discipline this party animal inside of me. This video itself does not help but what the heck. I love this song to death!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-3341990690610093578?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/3341990690610093578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=3341990690610093578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3341990690610093578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/3341990690610093578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/ode-to-my-disco-ball-worshipping.html' title='Ode to my disco ball worshipping comrades'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-1516681016197332865</id><published>2007-01-05T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:04:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 25th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4qSnqnULI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQYWgVBeQjg/s1600-h/bday%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016493534311043250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4qSnqnULI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQYWgVBeQjg/s400/bday%2520009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night has just begun and Abel &amp; I were looking forward to our drinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't quite excited by the fact that I was going to turn 25 in Dec 2006. Like, hello? 25 = Quarter of a Century. A CENTURY!! The only thing I was excited about the birthday bash was...you guessed it right...the partying. Everyone was there for a single objective in mind...which is to get me wasted. I was so scared that I almost felt like canceling the birthday altogether. But being the Queen I am deep inside, I mustn't disappoint my fellow subjects. And they managed to reach their goal alright. I was so wasted. But I immediately sobered up when we realized we lost Abel and found him outside Zouk. He was so drunk, Daniel had to carry him all the way to the car...and on the way, he managed to puke on Dan's shirt. hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4qh3qnUMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HYMtytun7lk/s1600-h/bday%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016493796304048322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4qh3qnUMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HYMtytun7lk/s400/bday%2520011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gang: Me, Stephanie &amp;amp; Willy (Alvey missing. The bugger was in S'pore for Zoukout)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As usual, being the Drama Queen and all that, I decided to humor myself (and those around me) by wearing a crown as a symbol of my greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4r4HqnUNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ahXzvcNMeyE/s1600-h/bday%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016495278067765458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4r4HqnUNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ahXzvcNMeyE/s400/bday%2520053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;December Babies: Yours Truly &amp;amp; Jay the Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got a little out of hand the moment Jay arrived because he grabbed me right away and we were heading to the bar when a thought hit me, &lt;em&gt;Oh shit! He's gonna get me drunk just like the others! God, no!. &lt;/em&gt;But it was too late because the next thing I knew, I was downing what seemed to be like a million shots of &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; (couldnt recall). Just when I thought the torture was over, and as I walked back to our table, someone grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me to othe bar again... and so... my night was basically me being walking back to our table to be dragged again to the bar.. over..and..over..again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4tWHqnUOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2kk1TSwMPE4/s1600-h/bday%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016496892975468770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4tWHqnUOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2kk1TSwMPE4/s400/bday%2520042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was when I took this picture did I realize "Something must be wrong. Is it me or the camera?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it only grew worse as the night began to heat up (not only with body heat but because of the amount of shots consumed.....in this case, tequilla totally killed the b'day girl). We didnt even hit the dance floor because everyone joined in the mission of getting intoxicated with alcohol. After that night, I vowed NEVER to celebrate my birthday again...and NEVER succumb to the lures of alcohol...although, I must say, we were drinking again few days after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4uRXqnUPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5euT4kLC_RI/s1600-h/bday%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016497910882717938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4uRXqnUPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5euT4kLC_RI/s400/bday%2520078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The night ended with Daniel stealing the title as The Strongest Queen (he carried Abel all the way to the car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-1516681016197332865?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/1516681016197332865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=1516681016197332865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/1516681016197332865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/1516681016197332865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2007/01/25th-birthday.html' title='The 25th Birthday'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/RZ4qSnqnULI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TQYWgVBeQjg/s72-c/bday%2520009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-115623337676470794</id><published>2006-08-22T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:56:16.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad</title><content type='html'>I've been told that I've not done my part as a daughter, a woman, and as a human being. Say whatever you wanna say about me or my social behavior. I'm not asking you to accept me for who I am because I know some people just can't digest me. All I'm asking is a little bit of knowledge about me before passing judgements on me. I've been lied to and betrayed by you and yet you throw a finger at me accusing me of things I've never done before. You claim to be wiser and I used to look up to you. You were my role model. Sadly, you are no longer respected by me. I want to but I cannot bring myself to such levels of stupidity. You made me look like a fool in front of everyone. I had your back, did you ever have mine? Tell me, what sort of respect do you want from me? You have sucked me dry, and still you demand my respect? I was wrong about you. You are a con artist. You didn't even take my side. And it cuts me so deep to see me being thrown into that sort of hell-hole you call 'security'.I may be younger than you but thanks to you, I've learned how it feels to be in the presence of an asshole. I have learned how it felt to be backstabbed. I have learned how to survive. I am slowly realizing I don't actually need you in my life anymore. You are just an accessory for me now. Nothing more and nothing less. You were never around during the most desperate times of my life, I don't find any reason why you should be part of it now. As of now, don't expect me to listen to a single word that comes out of your lying mouth because I just won't. Maybe I'll hear you, but I won't listen. If you think you know me (like you've claimed all this while), you should know how much I despise being compared to. I am a woman. I am no longer the child you think you knew. Thanks to you, I've learned from the very best, which is you. I try not to be you. Yet I am constantly reminded of how I am very much like you. I used to be very proud of who I am...but now I just don't know if I am still as proud as I used to be. One thing's for sure. I have to fight my own battles now and I know very well as to not expect you to come and save my day. I fight my own fights and I am not like the others (the ones that you speak proudly of). I am different. Too bad, you've already lost the best thing that could ever happen to you. The daughter who thought you were the next best thing to God. I hate you for abandoning me and twisting my words around to make me feel like a bad person. The one thing you don't know is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Good girls go to Heaven, Bad girls go everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.I know this much is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-115623337676470794?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/115623337676470794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=115623337676470794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115623337676470794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115623337676470794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad.html' title='Bad'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-115616575560903086</id><published>2006-08-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:09:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-115616575560903086?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/115616575560903086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=115616575560903086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115616575560903086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115616575560903086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2006/08/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-115502997617228215</id><published>2006-08-08T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:05:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive with Kaleebso (Tioman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/Kaleebso%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/Kaleebso%20013.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a sight... all ready for the next dive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is by far the greatest diving experience. I left KL for Rompin at around 8.30 (Friday) with a group of fellow divers (16 of us). We arrived our destination at around 1.45 am (close to 2am). Boarded Kaleebso at the jetty and off we went to Tioman. My room was the nearest to the engine room, and this being my FIRST ever live aboard trip, I was quite nervous and only managed to sleep around 5 am. We had a very loud wake up call (thanks to my *&lt;em&gt;sifu&lt;/em&gt;, David, with his thunderous voice) at around 7am. But I have to say, I was so excited about the dive that I didnt care if I hadnt enough sleep the night before. (By the way, I was sleeping on the top bunker, and the aircon was directed at my feet....FREEZING COLD!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest advantage Kaleebso has is the food. I must say, Mary (the wive of the Captain, who's also the cook) did a very good job. Not only did she provide us with a wide variety of mouth watering yum-yums, she was so determined that we had enough to eat that we were served breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea, AND dinner (dinner is ALWAYS accompanied with a GENEROUS serving of SASHIMI). The trip was basically eat-dive-sleep, eat-dive-sleep, all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/Kaleebso%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/Kaleebso%20004.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upper deck. Other than diving, this is where we spend most of our time (eating, drinking, smoking, soaking up the sun, and talk crap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/Kaleebso%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/Kaleebso%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/Kaleebso%20023.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night dive. Scarry shit. (Sorry, picture is very blur.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/Kaleebso%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/Kaleebso%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peter. Our trusted Dive Master who is also obsessed with Milo 'Kaw' and Sea Cucumbers. The only guy I know who dives with a twin tank.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-115502997617228215?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/115502997617228215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=115502997617228215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115502997617228215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115502997617228215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2006/08/dive-with-kaleebso-tioman.html' title='Dive with Kaleebso (Tioman)'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-115443185660165050</id><published>2006-08-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:31:23.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Rhinestone Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm still at work pretending that I'm typing a really important document when in actual fact I'm just hoping that time goes by faster so I could go and enjoy my ice-cold beer. At the moment I'm really bugged by this song in my head "Rhinestone Cowboy". If you happen to know that song, I hope it sticks in your head after reading this too. Why should any singer in his right frame of mind come up with a cheesy song about a cowboy who rides a horse in a star-studded rodeo? And what in God's name does a 'Rhinestone Cowboy' mean? Is he covered with rhinestones? Or is he a gay cowboy (ala brokeback mountain)? Or his manhood is as hard as a rhinestone? What? What?? Oh, and another cheesy song: "How much is that doggy in the window". Some people just LOVE singing about every single damn thing in their lives. Like, &lt;em&gt;How much is that pair of lace undies? How much is that set of S&amp;M leather set? How much are you willing to pay me? How much is that house by the river? How much is one kilo of prawns? How much should I eat today? &lt;/em&gt;Okay, I'm done bitching. Gotta go get my beer at Chakri in Mont Kiara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/Santino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" height="290" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/Santino.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-115443185660165050?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/115443185660165050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=115443185660165050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115443185660165050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115443185660165050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-rhinestone-cowboy.html' title='Like a Rhinestone Cowboy'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-115391525158421583</id><published>2006-07-26T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:38:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I do not know which is spookier......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of a friend of mine doing the impersonation of The Mask gone Gay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/pink.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This candid shot of me wasted during Halloween (last year). Picture taken by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/IMG_3538.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/IMG_3538.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Conclusion: This sucks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-115391525158421583?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/115391525158421583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=115391525158421583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115391525158421583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/115391525158421583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2006/07/spooky.html' title='Spooky'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-113274091910149486</id><published>2005-11-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:23:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel by Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;but I want his wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i can shine even in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;but I crave the light that he brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i can love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;but I need his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i am strong even on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;but from him I never want to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;he's been there since the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;bless the day he came to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;angel's wings carried him to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i can flybut I want his wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i can shine even in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;but I crave the light that he brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;revel in the songs that he sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;my angel gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-113274091910149486?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/113274091910149486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=113274091910149486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113274091910149486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113274091910149486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/11/gabriel-by-lamb.html' title='Gabriel by Lamb'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-113269801853700253</id><published>2005-11-23T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:20:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Lemme see...what's happened so far....Oh yes! The Kent EXCLUSIVE INVITES ONLY PART-AY was fantabulous! Although I didn't had my much deserved share of drinks, I did by far have a great time (except for that one particularly embarassing moment where I tripped and...if it were not for my perfect sense of reflex and balance,chewah, I would've made an idiot of myself by falling over and rolling on the floor exposing my undies to the already half drunk-half horny men standing by).  Anyways, as usual, we were on a picture-taking frenzy. Camera whores...what do expect? So there we were...and me in my skimpy dress, frolicking around and being as graceful and less greedy looking (eye balls kept eyeing the drinks bar), we decided to find a good spot to rest our bum bums as it was FREEZING cold in that damn place. I bet if I were to have a flu, it would've frozen in its place. That's how cold it was. Welcome to the ICE AGE, bastards! That's how I felt I was welcomed. But other than that, the event was not that bad. I mean, hey, how bad can it be when there's like, free flow all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't drink much coz was worried about road blocks on the way home. I'm not exactly flushed in my purse department, so I had to make sure to steer clear of roadblocks and other vices which requires bribery and corruption. If only I could turn back the hands of time and get Aaron to drive me down to the party instead. Oh, what a splendid party it could've been! Oh, did I mention that not only can you enjoy free booze, you can also indulge yourself with talking to strangers in toilets and other strange places. I made friends with a girl (I'm sure she's not gay) who was soooo chatty and we hit it off. Problem is, I can't seem to recall her name. Blah! Watever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I'm in JB...my sis and I drove here last night. I'm still awake from last night's road trip. The road was sooooo dark, you could stick your middle finger at the person next to you in the car, and she wouldn't notice a thing! hahaha! Tired now. Gotta get some sleep. Tomorrow's another adventure for me. Ta Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-113269801853700253?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/113269801853700253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=113269801853700253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113269801853700253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113269801853700253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-113188475654876108</id><published>2005-11-13T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:25:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you done your Christmas Shopping List? I'm in the middle of doing so. Ah! I'm so excited! Not bcoz next month's christmas....it's the shopping I'm so excited about! I love! I love! I love! THIS TIME I'M GONNA GET THAT PAIR OF MISSY-E ADIDAS SHOES. I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF I HAVE TO BLEED THROUGH MY NOSE TO GET IT, I MUST HAVE IT! I MUST! I MUST! AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;also the missy-e jersey in &lt;strong&gt;white and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....ooh lala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say "Ooh la la la la la..." I say "Ooh la la la la..." -Goldfrapp-&lt;/em&gt; (the coolest so far!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, no sign of bloody ribeye steak. Still craving but too lazy to drive all the way to bangsar or anywhere that is more than 1km away from my house. If only someone can tapau for me....*hint* *hint*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today brought my pup to the park. Lots of dogs there too but mine is the cutest! Go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid kids flocking around my dog calling him "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woo Woo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BANDIT&lt;/span&gt;! HIS FREAKIN' NAME IS BANDIT! Or at least give him a little bit of credit lah...at least call him "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Puppy&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Doggy&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cutest dog I've ever seen in my entire childhood, wah so cute, waaaahhhhhh.....sooooooo cute.....Mommy I want a dog EXACTLY like this one but there isn't any. This is the only surviving ADORABLE dog in the whole world and I'm reeked with envy and I shall go home and beat the shit outta my parents coz they didn't think of getting this dog in the first place!!I shall teach them a lesson and not eat my vegetables for the whole month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice weather today. Woke up at 3pm. Cleaned dog's &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;poo poo&lt;/span&gt; in his cage. Went to the park. Ate chicken rice (yum), watched a lil bit of tv, didn't prance around in green top and didn't play game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD I NEED A LIFE THAT IS LESS ORDINARY. I WANT IT TO BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ORGASMIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-113188475654876108?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/113188475654876108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=113188475654876108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113188475654876108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113188475654876108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-113179148787366648</id><published>2005-11-12T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:31:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Headache. My eyes feel as though they're gonna explode. My head is heavy. My stomache empty. My mouth is dry. Throat hurts. Lips all cracky and shit. and speaking about shit.....i had a good shit....and that was one helluva dump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My point is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE HANGOVERS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still wondering wat could've caused my hangover (duh, i knw u'll get a hangover after consuming alcohol)...cz i RARELY experience hangover this bad...especially when it was only beer I consumed last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay... I'm back. After much thought, I realized I only had 1 meal for the whole day yesterday which was ---&gt;dinner. And I didn't drink much water too. So THAT's why I feel so shitty today. Anyways, went out with Seb and Abel last night to the Terrace Bar @ Zouk. Met up with Jay Jay, Zila, Shon, and a hell lot of ppl (can hardly remember who was there and who wasn't...can't even remember what we were talking about last night....all I remember was all the laughter and me crying, and more laughter and beer). Oh...Steph n Jay dropped by for a while. It was so crowded last night because of DJ Digweed (Dick + Weed....good combination). We didn't go in Zouk though...just hanging out drinking beer. Later on that night, we ended up in Liquid. Can vaguely remember what made us go there...but we ended up there. And drank some more. I love Liquid be it a gay club or not...it makes you feel so welcome and so comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe I'd be saying this but, yeah, I HATE BEER!&lt;/span&gt; For now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Too lazy to watch my grammar, composition, spelling, and all that shit. AH! the pain! THE PAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-113179148787366648?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/113179148787366648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=113179148787366648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113179148787366648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113179148787366648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-pain.html' title='I hate pain'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-113075596307468445</id><published>2005-10-31T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:33:09.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/halloween%20cartoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/halloween%20cartoon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish everyone a very Happy Halloween, Happy Deepavali, and Selamat Hari Raya. Isn't it great being a Malaysian? I love holidays! Makes me feel queesy and happy and restless. Don't you feel it too? Anyways, here's a recap of what I ws up to last Saturday (29th Oct 05)...Zouk was having a halloween party called "Disco Blood Bath". It was great but not as fun as last year's (I think it's because it's fasting month). But still...as long as you're allowed to dress up as ANYTHING you want....what more can you ask for? Lemme see...I woke up early that Saturday morning (thanks to Brendon who smsed at 9 something in the MORNING!). Oh, by the way...I managed to fix my handphone...that's one of the reasons why i'm happy too. Woke up, went to eat something with Aaron and Jill. We went to Sungei Wang after that to get some stuff to wear for the party. Well...here's the story...I ws supposed to dress up as the Chinese version of Madame Butterfly/Porcelain Doll sorta look...turned out I couldnt fit into my cheongsam...so it ws time for plan B: Just go as a Porcelain Doll with a corset and raggedy skirt and torn panty stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ws putting on my make up, I over-did my eyeshadow...so time for plan C: Just go as a Vampire...again. Whn we got to Zouk, Brendon, Byron, Aaron, Jessie, Giles and Damien were there already n we were looking for our table (coz we made reservations)...found out there were this couple sitting at our table and they hid the reservation name under an ashtray. Hah! Losers! Our first Black Label bottle finished within half an hour. We ended up having 5 bottles. Jill, Ade,&lt;a href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt; Abel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="&lt;a" target="_blank"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; came a bit later. Steph and Abel ddressed as Yin and Yang....but I think Steph looked more like a Guardian Angel and Abel looked like a Gothic Pimp. hehe. We all had fun. Nothing really STUPID happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the way, check Stephanie out in the Andrews Models website...cool pix and while you're at it, check out this model by the name Vlada. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-113075596307468445?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/113075596307468445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=113075596307468445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113075596307468445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113075596307468445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween_31.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-113028976600890250</id><published>2005-10-26T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:22:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's 9am! Yes, it is! I need to wake up early coz I need the car from mom for an interview.  Quite nervous actually. Anyways, I just need to share my dreams here...before I forget all about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night I dreamt I had (jeng, jeng, jeng) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SEX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with a friend of mine (I won't mention names here because...just BECAUSE). It is a guy lah of course in case any of you get the wrong idea. I won't go into the exact details but I'll have to say in my dream, he was like..a SEX-GOD! But the weird thing is I have to suck on his toe to turn him on and his voice was quite feminine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, pervs...that's all. Not revealing more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-113028976600890250?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/113028976600890250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=113028976600890250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113028976600890250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/113028976600890250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/10/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-112970558147223053</id><published>2005-10-19T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:06:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I don't know but for some reasons I've come to obsess about Ricky Martin. Maybe it's because of his height, maybe it's his long legs, or maybe it's his nicely toned body. OR maybe it's his facial hair. It doesnt matter how lame some of his songs could be, there's no denying how sexy he is. He is the metrosexual man. He sways his hips like a woman but in every way he is a MAN. Just like how John Travolta was in Grease. That's what I call a hot-sexy-you cant say no to-man. They never make men like that anymore. Even if there is any other, they're either married, gay, or attached to some girl who does not deserve them. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-112970558147223053?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/112970558147223053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=112970558147223053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/112970558147223053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/112970558147223053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/10/ricky-martin.html' title='Ricky Martin'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-112919817330297755</id><published>2005-10-13T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:17:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandit the Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/None%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/None%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/1600/None%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6797/614/320/None%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Bandit is a 3 month old male Shih Tzu and he loves chaos. He leaves behind destruction and mayhem wherever he goes. Yeah, I'm talking about my new pup. Feisty little creature yet is candy for the eyes. He manipulates you in every way possible just to get what he wants. Lucky for him he's a cute lil fella...or else, total annihilation! Now after much scolding, he's finally learned the rules of house-breaking. He is my little bundle of joy and my little monster. He truly is a Bandit! If I had a choice, I'd get a bigger dog like say, a labrador. But for now a shih tzu will be just fine. The joys of having a pet that loves you back is wonderful. He just knows when to melt your heart especially when you've had a hard day. I love him to bits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-112919817330297755?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/112919817330297755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=112919817330297755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/112919817330297755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/112919817330297755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2005/10/bandit-dog.html' title='Bandit the Dog'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798906.post-110299429173277788</id><published>2004-12-14T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:18:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Mr Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have come to understand you have what we call Fuckertritis. You charm my fellow females and leave them sulking and licking their wounds. My Mr Man, I have turned a blind eye for far too long. Or maybe I have been blind after all. I guess I was blinded the first time we met. You make Love as your excuse to get me back. And again I find myself weak whenever the words start spilling out your mouth. I am strong. But you are stronger. It breaks the barrier I have set up against you and again I find myself in your arms. What is your secret? What is your reasoning for your games? No, you do not lie. But you don't tell the truth either. All you can think about is saving your ass. You are so selfish it makes you think you're immortal. But one day you'll know how painful it feels to fall hardly and deeply in love. And at that time when Love turns away from you, you'll know how hard you have hit earth because you are so used to being in the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Mr Man, only you know how vulnerable you are. Then why must you fool around with those as vulnerable as you? While you are out there planting your seed in the love-chamber, your lovely maid is at home trying her best to keep the relationship alive. And whenever an argument breaks out, you blame her for the mistakes you have done. You enjoyed yourself too much it disabled your sense of judgement. Whenever she's had enough and turns to leave, you kneel, you beg, you shout, you scream, and you start throwing tantrums just to stop her at her tracks and return to you. Why keep her when you know you can't be true to one? Why play around with her sanity when you know it's wearing out? It makes you feel powerful and it gives you a sense of high. But remember this, what goes around comes around. When she starts making the same mistakes you do, you turn around and say women can't be trusted. Don't you know? She learnt all that from the master himself...she learned it from you. Think wisely before you start tearing her apart again. She is as human as you are...though I doubt you are even human at all. Let her find her love if you can't give her love. Your selfishness will soon devour you if you don't give in. If you do not wish to let her go, the answer is simple, change your sinful rituals. You will not know how much she'll love you more for that if you do not try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798906-110299429173277788?l=quasimama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/feeds/110299429173277788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798906&amp;postID=110299429173277788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/110299429173277788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798906/posts/default/110299429173277788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quasimama.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-man.html' title='To The Man'/><author><name>Xavy-licious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16000400469289836102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQPwWqKLZ-o/SUZv2cWgFOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FBwABg9kLw/S220/IMG-0919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
