<?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-12838408</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:27:19.743+08:00</updated><category term='concert'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>these are my duck tales.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-7133978837419877996</id><published>2010-09-30T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:42:22.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Britney, bitch!</title><content type='html'>just watched the glee episode with Britney and i loved it to death! it truly does bring back loads of memories. she still rocks in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And I've always lived like this,&lt;br /&gt;keeping a comfortable distance.&lt;br /&gt;And up until now,&lt;br /&gt;I'd sworn to myself that I'm content,&lt;br /&gt;with loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you are, the only exception."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-7133978837419877996?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/7133978837419877996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/7133978837419877996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html' title='it&apos;s Britney, bitch!'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-6815809061698979629</id><published>2009-12-03T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:23:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All that I'm after is a life full of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;as long as I'm laughing with you.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that all that still matters is love ever after,&lt;br /&gt;after the life we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know there's no life after you.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daughtry, Life After You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s855.photobucket.com/albums/ab113/spastic_donut/?action=view&amp;current=Photo40-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab113/spastic_donut/Photo40-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise, for better or worse, happy or sad, rich or poor. It's been almost 2 years baby, and we're still laughing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-6815809061698979629?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/6815809061698979629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/6815809061698979629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-that-im-after-is-life-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-6664931908258522285</id><published>2009-09-28T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:51:19.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday boos.</title><content type='html'>Do you get the feeling that some people just make you turn off? You don't know why but just seeing her face makes you feel like not caring at all. The slightest sound of her voice makes your ears shut. You see her mouth moving, but you couldn't care less to listen to whatever it is that she's saying. Well, in my office, she's called Topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos she likes being the centre of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really so so irritating! I really can't stand her! Whenever you ask her something work related, her answer will ALWAYS be "I don't know". I don't understand how such people can actually live their life the way she does. She's a total pain in the a**! And a copycat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 1:&lt;/em&gt; My boss says that there's a Gucci wallet that she's eyeing on. My boss has actually been eyeing it for quite sometime and she decided to tell Topic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next time my boss walks into the office, she saw Topic holding that very Gucci same wallet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 2:&lt;/em&gt; I bought a new pair of Nike Air Max that I've been saving for some time. I walked into the office on Monday with my new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Wednesday, Topic bought a pair of Nikes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 3:&lt;/em&gt; My colleague decided after some time that she should get herself a haircut. She went to cut a new hairstyle on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Friday, Topic walked into the office with a new hairstyle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 4:&lt;/em&gt; Baby bought me a black Crumpler bag for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just found out today that Topic bought a new black crumpler bag pack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is her f*cking problem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! And a new incident just happened! Apparently, Topic had lent Uncle Ang(the driver) a recent Korean DVD to watch. And she claims that it's so damn very funny. So Uncle came in just not to return the DVD to Topic. When Topic asked how the movie was, Uncle said that he didn't like it and he fell asleep in the middle of it. I mean, everyone's subjected to their own opinions. So he didn't like it, big deal! GET OVER IT! And she slammed him by saying that "he doesn't know how to appreciate it!" WTF?!?! Wah lao please! Is there really need to say him until like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to rant about her here. :) On a lighter note, I shall not bother about her for the rest of the day and just look forward to a nice dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You take my hand and drag me head first. Fearless."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-6664931908258522285?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/6664931908258522285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/6664931908258522285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-boos.html' title='Monday boos.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-3954947608238147235</id><published>2009-08-28T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:50:22.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Home-cooked lunch.</title><content type='html'>It's finally Friday! Tomorrow's my birthday celebration with my family and a couple of friends who are relatively comfortable with my family. Mom's gonna whip something for all of us for dinner so I can't wait for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Lam and Shirley decided to cook lunch for me today. It was really sweet of them to cook for me cos Aunty Lam doesn't really like us to do any cooking in her kitchen, but for one day only, she was okay with it. So a big thank you to them. Lunch was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping on Wednesday for our respective presents. Basically we bought each other a bag. She bought me a Crumpler, and I bought her a Longchamp. I love my bag, and hers as well.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we're gonna celebrate our birthdays together! I've got a couple of surprises for her so hopefully everything will run smoothly. I hope she'll like it cos in my head it's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Je m'appelle Claude!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-3954947608238147235?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/3954947608238147235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/3954947608238147235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-cooked-lunch.html' title='Home-cooked lunch.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-3248887126056680012</id><published>2009-08-19T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:06:31.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dozing off.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy right now. I think I need to find something to do to take my mind off sleeping. I did think of going on my food runs, but I have a feeling I'll doze off in the van. Hmmmm.. maybe I'll do my runs tomorrow then. :) For the rest of the day, I will sit outside with the elderly and watch them play mahjong! Speaking of mahjong, I've been having cravings to play. Anybody up for a game or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side step a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDY!!! :D I miss you and I can't wait for you to come home and play guitar heroes with me and waffles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August is here! My birthday's just around the corner. I'm going birthday present shopping with baby really soon for our respective presents. Can't wait to find my bag and show her hers. She's still trying to guess what bag I'm gonna get for her. :) On the other hand, I know what bag I'm gonna get. I'm just hoping that it won't be out of stock by next Fri/Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Could you bag us up please?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-3248887126056680012?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/3248887126056680012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/3248887126056680012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/08/dozing-off.html' title='Dozing off.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-4505670056473106045</id><published>2009-08-13T11:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:28:20.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Cherry cherry boom boom.</title><content type='html'>Last night was Lady Gaga's concert at Fort Canning Park. I thought the experience was bitter-sweet to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was set to start at 8pm, So as expected, the queue was super long when it hit 7pm. Baby and I were a lil late cos of the jam that was going on at Tiong Bahru area. Plus, we parked at PS cos we figured that Fort Canning Park is gonna be packed so we had to walk quite a distance to get up to the park. By the time we managed to get to the arena, it was 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I expected them to start later cos people are always late right? PCD concert started at like 830pm, so we were already mentally prepared. I've also been the SingFest last year so I kinda know how the park looked like and how big the arena was gonna be. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait was I could only describe ex-cru-ciat-ing. The crowd was pain-ful-ly packed and not to mention, guy beside me had serious BO. Look, if you have BO, please don't bother to raise your hands. -.- There was no organized queue right from the start. People were actually allowed to cut in the middle and there were no barricades. &lt;em&gt;LAMC productions, you're gonna recieve a complain letter from AJ really soon.&lt;/em&gt; Remind me never to go for an open-aired, standing only concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make everything worse, the main lady was late! She only came out at 920pm? The crowd was really put off with the waiting and there were even "boos" from the crowd at the 9pm mark. Seriously, if you really wanted to people to wait for you, at least do it when there's aircon at least or chairs. How can anyone ever enjoy waiting for 1.5hours(excluding queuing time), with no aircon, no chairs, fully packed together, and standing on a slope? Have pity on the girls on heels at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, minus the waiting part, the concert was pretty good. Her singing was also good given that it's live and her dancing was nice too. Abit vulgar here and there and she sounded like she was high on drugs or beer or something, but she wasn't. Just a lil weird I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs were really sore when the concert was done so we had a quick bite and headed home to rest. What a night! I don't think I wanna do a concert anytime soon unless it's at the Esplanade. &lt;em&gt;A play maybe baby?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm starstruck-ed, I've had too many Starbursts.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-4505670056473106045?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/4505670056473106045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/4505670056473106045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaga-who.html' title='Cherry cherry boom boom.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-7960261354751958934</id><published>2009-08-06T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:31:20.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>BKK gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>So this time around was Bangkok gone wrong. Well, almost.. I enjoyed my first 2 days in BKK. Went to eat some authentic thai food the moment we landed, which including tomyum soup, lad moo(basil chilli minced pork), khai jiao(ommelete) and papaya salad! I think no one does thai food better than the thais, especially the khai jiao and papaya salad. Oh my, my mouth is watering now! &lt;em&gt;Baby, shall we go BKK soon? :D I'll bring you to new places okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was spent shopping at MBK. Shopping was great but we didn't buy much clothes cause everyone knows that we all buy shirts from Platinum. :) MBK is overpriced! So people who don't know BKK, buy clothes from Platinum okay? I always call it "A girl's paradise". We had Japanese for dinner and we went for massage that night! Went to a new place called "Body Tune". It was quite nice and slightly more expensive than Healthland. But both still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was the start of my "BKK gone wrong". We were supposed head to Platinum to shop for clothes but my tummy wasn't feeling that well and as expected, I puked after I got out of the cab outside Platinum. -.- Story cut short, I puked an astonishing number of 4 times. What a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the hospital and the doctor said that I had food poisoning. Gave me some medicine and asked me to eat light food. So for the rest of the trip, I ate 2 spoons of rice, a spoon of mixed veggies and I'm full. I had absolutely no appetite for more food. I'm so deprived of spicy thai food. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Erm.. Can I get a thai chef to go please?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-7960261354751958934?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/7960261354751958934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/7960261354751958934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/08/bkk-gone-wrong.html' title='BKK gone wrong.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-5048456947787205230</id><published>2009-07-20T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:20:01.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Bangkok/Phuket 2009.</title><content type='html'>I should start packing my backpack for my trip. Need to settle all my rations by end of this week so that relax over the weekends! Wheeeee! I still can't believe I'm going to Phuket! Beachhhh!! And shopping!! :D Oh well, what's new in bkk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a really hot day. Just came back from my food runs and I'm feeling sleepy. Well the good news is that I'm done for today! So I can slack until 5pm. Julia's on leave today so I'm so lonely. No one to bitch with about you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpack - checked!&lt;br /&gt;Passport - checked!&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses - checked!&lt;br /&gt;Pauly - checked!&lt;br /&gt;Ipod - checked!&lt;br /&gt;Psp - checked!&lt;br /&gt;Bahts - Not checked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm gonna come back black!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-5048456947787205230?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/5048456947787205230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/5048456947787205230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/07/bangkokphuket-2009.html' title='Bangkok/Phuket 2009.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-8288446667977377465</id><published>2009-07-14T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:43:08.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cause Yihan says so.</title><content type='html'>This is to prove to Yihan that my blog is NOT dead! I merely just took a 2 weeks break that's all. :D A couple of new things that are gonna happen soon or are happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Waffles turns 1 today! Happy Birthday wah-pee! Miss you loads destroyer!&lt;br /&gt;- I'm watching Harry Potter on Thursday! Wheeee!!&lt;br /&gt;- I can't stop bitching about topic to Juls.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to Phuket end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;- And my birthday's the end of next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm very very excited!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-8288446667977377465?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/8288446667977377465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/8288446667977377465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/07/cause-yihan-says-so.html' title='Cause Yihan says so.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-783152360119326842</id><published>2009-06-30T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:40:47.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Paranoid.</title><content type='html'>Have to admit, I was a little paranoid today. Haha! Woke up today with a flu/sinus, honestly at this point, I don't know how to differentiate the both. It all seems the same to me. So I came into the office and locked myself in the counselling room cos I thought I needed some rest. Slept for awhile and my nose was still runny, and I starting to imagine what if I had H1N1?! Hahahahahahaha! Of course (touch wood!) I hope I don't. But you know, you'll never know. After all, this morning's train was packed and I could have gotten it on the bus or at the interchange. Oh well, it's up to God right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Serene's touching down in another... 2.5hrs!! :D Yayyy!! Was looking forward to picking her up today but since she's gonna hunt for ba chor mee with her dad later, I shall not deprive her of family time. :) So tonight, I'll go catch "Taking of Pelham 123" with babypops! Or should we just go for a nice dinner? Hmmm.. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lonely lets me be,&lt;br /&gt;for a while she sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I dream of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lost in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;her head on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And softly she whispers the words.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-783152360119326842?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/783152360119326842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/783152360119326842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/06/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-505697819403801574</id><published>2009-06-29T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:40:31.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Monday blues.</title><content type='html'>I woke up today with the thought, "Serene's coming home tmr!" I see alot of noodle hunting coming up soon, ps3 via soccer screaming nights with Juls, poker nights with f.r.i.e.n.d.s, creating of wii characters on YOU, and many many more. Afterall, 1 month is short time huh? And we haven't seen her for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm... Should I get my hands on a ps3? I'm thinking. I'm thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-505697819403801574?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/505697819403801574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/505697819403801574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-2604597169936342385</id><published>2009-06-17T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:41:31.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>To be exact, I think the last time I blogged was my birthday! Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt the skill of shutting down my brain whenever I hear people nagging. Mostly, my mom. I know it sounds evil. But I can't help it! My mind just auto shuts down when I hear nagging coming up. Sorry mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been the same so far. Helping people never seems to get old. I need the karma points for my future. Right baby? Doesn't hurt to have more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles is staying over for the weekend! She's a bundle of joy! Never fails to make me laugh and wonder how she figures out how to escape from my traps! It's waffles 3, ducky 0. -.- I just hopes she'll stop barking at my parents cos she'll bark at every single movement that they make. And that means lesser sleep for me. Not good.. Not good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's staying over on friday! :D Wash the car on saturday, and send her to school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sidenote: Ohhh mummy's eating fried chicken!! Manda, don't you just miss Singapore food? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been bugging my mom to buy me an iphone for a pretty long time. My mobile contract has ended and what better time to change my phone than now. But she doesn't seem to be very keen on that. And last week, she actually took the initiative to call and asked me if I wanted to buy a new laptop. *opens mouth* I thought she was just saying it for the sake of saying it. So I "dragged" baby down to suntec and squeezed into the crowd and got myself a new Macbook Pro! It's really a lazy-proof laptop and I love it! I can literally surf with my fingertips. And she's so pretty. Plus, she's a 15 inch. Goodbye 12, hello 15!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love PC/IT shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you enjoy hanging out with my family as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-2604597169936342385?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/2604597169936342385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/2604597169936342385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-5500666349387754867</id><published>2008-08-31T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:42:19.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>twenty-third.</title><content type='html'>a huge thank you for all the wishes i got from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in order of wishes by sms/call/facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to WAN for being the 1st to wish me. although she kinda cheated cos she wished me on the 30th instead! but that still counts too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you MANDA for coming to my party! i hope you had fun hanging out with my family and playing with Isaiah. i really enjoyed your presence. :) you're the 1st to wish me on my actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you RACHEL for singing me a bday song! that was so sweet of you! meet me soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you JAC for being the 1st person from down under to wish me! and yes we NEED to mj again when you get back. :) fireworks maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you KHOON HAN for your wishes. it's been ages since i saw you but i'm glad you remembered my bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you SERENE for the msg all the way from Norway! it's well appreciated and you are missed by all of us! can't wait to save up enough money for Spain 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ELAINE for the sweet msg! you remembered my birthday too! i hope to bump into you real soon! cos that seems like the only way we meet now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ZHONG YING for your wishes! it's been ages since i last saw you but i appreciate the wishes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you VICTORIA B! for a moment it seems like i'm calling you victoris beckham! LOL! but anyhoos, thank you too old friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you GERARD for your funny msg! still cracking your lame jokes huh? well at least it did make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you AUNT JOAN for your msg all the way from the land of smiles, bkk! i'm sorry you weren't able to be here due to the protesting! but i demand a mj session or at least you TREAT from you! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you MERVYN for your.. ermm.. nice msg? so casual! but yet, at least you remembered! you have a heart.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you AUDREY for your guitar heroes!! WHEEE!! next friday baby! rock on! have fun on your trip and i'll see you when you get back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you MAUREEN for your sweet msg too! kinda sad that you weren't able to make it. but it's alright. hopefully you'll be able to find some time to catch up with us alright? and don't stress yourself out too much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you YIHAN for the long distance call!! it really was a pleasant surprise! 2 more months!! and thn it's YOUR bday!! maybe i'll try to skype you? heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you RAJA for your msg! i didn't expect you to remember too! but actually come to think of it.. i was telling you that my bday was coming.. but anyhoos.. your thought it appreciated! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you WAN (again). i can tell you're very bent on making it right huh? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's it for my bday wishes! those who wished me by mouth, i'm sorry. but i can't remember when it happened or who wished me first. at least those got time recorded. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you JULIA for helping me with the whole surprise plan! i really appreciate you helping me out with my very 1st baking attempt! and for the record.. i think we make hell good cranberry oatmeal cookies! they were soft and not so sweet and just.. whooo!!! shiok! and it got a "pass with flying colours" from both the gf and my mom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who came for my bday! i had alot of fun hanging out with the family and friends. or rather.. 2 friends and the gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, thank you BABY for spending the whole weekend celebrating my bday! i was concentrating so much on planning for your surprise bday celebration that i kinda forgot about mine! thank you for the presents and for making me feel like "a lil boy in the candyshop!" everything that you did was so well-thought of and well-organised! thank you for being such a dear to my family. thank you for being there with me. it really feels so different having someone you love so much at an almost "family event". and now, you're family. i love you and i can't wait for us to celebrate our bdays together next year. cheers to more bdays to come, to you, to me, &lt;b&gt;to us&lt;/b&gt;. Prata-pon soon my chubby-chaser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i was waiting for so long,&lt;br /&gt;for a miracle to come.&lt;br /&gt;everyone told me to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;hold on and don't shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the darkness and good times,&lt;br /&gt;i knew i'd make it through.&lt;br /&gt;and the world thought I had it all,&lt;br /&gt;but i was waiting for you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-5500666349387754867?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/5500666349387754867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/5500666349387754867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2008/08/twenty-third.html' title='twenty-third.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-5808478722640221122</id><published>2008-06-26T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:42:36.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>taken away.</title><content type='html'>that's another one that you've taken away from me this year.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i just wished that it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came into work with a very confused stomach.&lt;br /&gt;and no one likes to start off their day with a confused stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the news hit me.&lt;br /&gt;i just sat at my desk and paused.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, everything didn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that this job is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i hated my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we come, we live and we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my honour to have known you.&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of today,&lt;br /&gt;i will smile for you.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"and the shadow of the day,&lt;br /&gt;will embrace the world in grey.&lt;br /&gt;and the sun will set for you.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-5808478722640221122?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/5808478722640221122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/5808478722640221122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/taken-away.html' title='taken away.'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12838408.post-9112254056433203785</id><published>2008-06-23T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:43:01.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The SMAARES!</title><content type='html'>okay i'm officially addicted to Guitar Heroes!&lt;br /&gt;it's by the far the most fun and tiring game i've ever played!&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how tired my muscles are..&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep going!&lt;br /&gt;or rather..&lt;br /&gt;WE just keep going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smaares rock!&lt;br /&gt;and to think manda wanted "denied"?!&lt;br /&gt;what kinda name is that?!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands are so sore i don't know whether i can even pack food ration tmr.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully there aren't any heavy stuff to be carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the gf has been sick the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;which makes one very distracted quek.&lt;br /&gt;guitar heroes managed to take my mind off worrying but you know that lingering thingy at the back of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;gets quite irritating after awhile cos you can't stop wondering.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she'll feel much better tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene's leaving in a month.&lt;br /&gt;joan's coming back on tues.&lt;br /&gt;yihan's coming back in 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;mom's leaving on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! mom and joan are leaving and coming back on the same day! random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;my suit's ready.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not gonna collect it.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm waiting for my pay to come in.&lt;br /&gt;i still have to pay the remainder of the money to him upon collection.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to collect it on sat.&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda forgot..&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to call him to inform him.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mean.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even remember what i was doing on sat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;oh no wait.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't showered yet.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;i walked back from simei.&lt;br /&gt;YES MANDY I WALKED BACK FROM YOUR PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;i was in the mood..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you'll always be a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm part of you indefinately.&lt;br /&gt;girl don't you know you can't escape me,&lt;br /&gt;oh darling cause you'll always be my baby.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12838408-9112254056433203785?l=spasticatedbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/9112254056433203785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12838408/posts/default/9112254056433203785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticatedbum.blogspot.com/2008/06/smaares.html' title='The SMAARES!'/><author><name>queks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10782678660004444405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1I2VAxnJJmI/TEXq5hkR2NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZxiltG4g39U/S220/Ikea+with+babes.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
