<?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-35422684</id><updated>2012-01-30T15:00:30.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easy breezy beautiful.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2357146993285362623</id><published>2009-06-19T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:10:34.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2357146993285362623?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2357146993285362623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2357146993285362623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2357146993285362623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2357146993285362623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1596861328685116345</id><published>2009-06-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:33.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sjjil9nRkOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/gUw9IYm90Q0/s1600-h/taylor+lautner+in+ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sjjil9nRkOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/gUw9IYm90Q0/s320/taylor+lautner+in+ck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348273699324793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1596861328685116345?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1596861328685116345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1596861328685116345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1596861328685116345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1596861328685116345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-g-l-y-you-aint-got-no-alibi.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sjjil9nRkOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/gUw9IYm90Q0/s72-c/taylor+lautner+in+ck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-17154218247591376</id><published>2009-06-17T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:29:35.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SjjhQWWD2vI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7TX5dTnoJDI/s1600-h/edited+gq+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SjjhQWWD2vI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7TX5dTnoJDI/s320/edited+gq+cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348272228494727922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little rivalry here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-17154218247591376?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/17154218247591376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=17154218247591376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/17154218247591376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/17154218247591376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-see-little-rivalry-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SjjhQWWD2vI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7TX5dTnoJDI/s72-c/edited+gq+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2806183649238050254</id><published>2009-06-17T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:02:19.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SjihvkVez2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/h0mXCfok3Jc/s1600-h/smurf+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SjihvkVez2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/h0mXCfok3Jc/s320/smurf+party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348202396082163554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMURF PARDDDYYY !!!1 I was reading thischarmingfag and he uploaded this random picture and it reminded me of fel hahaha damn cute rigght!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to the many people who helped us in filming yesterday, we wouldn't have managed to be the only(?) group to complete filming in one day without your help, seriously. It was fun filming, albeit tiring. The equipment is sofa king heavy, now I wish there was another guy in teh group hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Simpang thereafter with a huge group of people. When I saw huge, I mean HUUUUUGE. I caught up aplenty with Fiqqy :D It started drizzling &amp; I wanted to go to a playground so someone led everyone to this park ish area behind some private estates and we played ball !!!1 HAHAHAHA that was one hell of a fun night. The rockclimbing thing at the end was quite fun also sia. Hee hee to more nights like that, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear, hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2806183649238050254?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2806183649238050254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2806183649238050254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2806183649238050254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2806183649238050254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/smurf-pardddyyy-1-i-was-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SjihvkVez2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/h0mXCfok3Jc/s72-c/smurf+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7584388318448421855</id><published>2009-06-15T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:49:50.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've lost track of time, it seems. School's opening next week but oh my fucking hell, this "holiday" has been nothing like a holiday. It feels like.... a normal school week with me partying on a weekend. Or two hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supposedly CMM party + Winnie's farewell was anything but that. There were quite a few people there, nothing as wild as Elovevator obvy but it was quite... unplanned actually. Or maybe it wasn't. It was fun! That's the least I can say 'cos I definitely had fun although half the night was spent trying not to puke and talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention, Shairah threw water at me in her state of.... absentmindedness? She claims that she wanted to throw it at the grass. Like that makes me feel any better. But the night was lovely. The puke, the grass, the hookups, the great conversations, the secrets. Oh the secrets, I feel like a safe deposit box now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to more nights like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7584388318448421855?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7584388318448421855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7584388318448421855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7584388318448421855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7584388318448421855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-lost-track-of-time-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2110833398321704349</id><published>2009-06-09T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:17:35.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness gracious, I am soooo annoyed. So, Sam called from wherever she is, some mountain in Malaysia which I can't remember. And we're like talking and laughing like the crazy bitches we are, and suddenly my sister comes screaming to me saying that she's been calling me since moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go out of my room, still on the phone with SammyWhammy, and the father starts giving a lecture about how it doesn't mean that I'm paying my bill and practically supporting myself that I'm allowed to talk on the phone all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even talk on the phone much. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he goes on and on and on about how one day he'll smack the bejeezus out of me and la la la la la. I just picked up the rubbish and went outside talking to Sam. Then, I came back into the house. He continued his tirade but I just walked away talking on the phone. But I did remember him threatening me to put down the phone or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else what? He's gonna cut the line that I pay for? Throw the phone I paid for? Burn the clothes that I paid for? Big fucking whoop, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE TALKING TO YOU SAMWAMBAM WHILE IT LASTED. Friday, I'm in love !!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2110833398321704349?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2110833398321704349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2110833398321704349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2110833398321704349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2110833398321704349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-goodness-gracious-i-am-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4963768983367379047</id><published>2009-06-05T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:30:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week has been nothing short of amazing. School holidays have started for me and guess where I spent the last four days! School. Shoot me already. What's the point of the holidays if I keep coming back to school? But I guess that's better than staying at home wasting elektricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past 2 days have just been tres magnifique. Wednesday, a bunch of us were in school loitering around intending to do work after our meeting. Around 3plus, Dian checked her twitter and found out that the dolls twittered saying that they were off to Singapore !!! I checked my mail and Rachel Monkman replied me saying that they were coming ard 430 !!!!!! We were in a fucking flurry running to the studio and begging Lambs to lend us a form to borrow the camera. Cabbed to the airport and Jannnah damn semangat I tell you. She came all the way from Queenstown in a cab. It was damn last minute 'cos the dolls were supposed to be at Bangkok that night for a concert but apparently they cancelled it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, in case you guys didn't catch on it, the dolls = Pussycat Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police put up barricades and all, like as if there were many people. At most, 50? We made friends with a photographer and got interviewed by the NewPaper haha damn cute. Anyway the dolls arrived and I was the only one who screamed and my friends were the only ones going Hi, welcome to Singapore etc. Tsk tsk Singaporeans are horridz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA SHAIRAH DAMN CUTE. She asked Nicole for an autograph and Nicole was like, Sorrrrrry I can't! and she gave a sad face. You should have seen Sairah's face hahahaha. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work the next day in the morning then rushed home and cabbed to school to do some things before Winnie drove Justin &amp; I to the Indoor Stadium. Dian, J &amp; Shairah were already queueing for us since 2pm and we were 3rd in the queue thank god. We had to wait for what seemed like ages before being allowed in and even then we had to wait for more than an hour 'cos the show started 45 minutes late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS SOFA KING AMAZING. THANK GOD THE GIRLZ Q-ED UP EARLY 'COS WE STOOD RIGHT AT THE FRONT NEAREST TO THE CENTRE OF THE STAGE. Sigh, it was such an amazing experience. I kept on blowing kisses to the dolls and they actually blew them back or pretended to catch it HAHAHAHAHA DAMN CUTE RIGHT. Melody just had constant eye spams 'cos she only seemed to be able to wink at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you it was nothing short of amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what I did this morning? After only 3 hours of sleep, I got up at 430am to get ready to meet Dian at the airport to see the dolls off to Korea. HXC RIGHT. See Dian, the things I do for you? There was also the added incentive of actually meeting the dolls la teeheehee. We only had to wait for like an hour ish and the dolls arrived in their BMWs &amp; the huge mover truck which had their luggages. LIKE 60 BAGS OR SMTH. The bags were ugly though. I was thinking that everything would be Vuitton trunks. But NOOOOOO, the dolls are too poor to afford Vuitton trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooo, heehee Dian so shy so I had to approach all the dolls and ask for a picture :D:D:D:D:D After we got Kim's &amp; Ashley's, we walked over to Nicole &amp; Melody but their bodyguard said no. Wait, actually Melody was being all DivaaviD "This early in the morning? I don't think so" But she was nice enough to ask whether we wanted autographs. Dian &amp; I are cunning hahaha we waited for the dolls to leave and Nicole turned out to be the last to walk and I walked up to her to ask for a picture. She looked reluctant initially but she relented. She looked damn tired and was talking really slowly. Ask me and I shall demonstrate haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM HAPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH. Kimberly was like I remember you from the show last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!! HEE HEE HEE I IZ HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4963768983367379047?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4963768983367379047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4963768983367379047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4963768983367379047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4963768983367379047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-has-been-nothing-short-of-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7083432794677632273</id><published>2009-05-27T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:37:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lost of late, nothing deep though. All the assignments are done, at least the ones due this week, and I feel like there's nothing else to do. In reality, there's my piece-to-camera for broadcast, business proposal for basics of entrepreneurship, Why I Love The Music That I do audio pro assignment, PSA/TVC filming, remaking a scene, countless skills test and other random bits which I have efficiently forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH &amp; the lip-dub for my class is this Saturday, taking up my entire afternoon. I'll be somewhere else doing my hair at 12, so it might be a mad rush considering the class wants to meet 2 hours before filming starts. I'm kinda excited but I'm just tired really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work tmr and I'm so not looking forward to it since I'm only working until 11 which means no cab ride for me. Fuckers, I am so gonna take my time to do the work and I am sooooo wearing my cheap black shoes instead of my pointy leather shoes. But the cheap black shoes are kinda ugly? Hmm maybe I'll bring it in my bag or smth. Aaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me I have to interview people later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH TODAY WAS FUN. I completed my Stoppress article in like 1 hour ish. Then, I completely screwed up my skills test and saved it in Farhanah's folder instead of mine haha wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mac in the publishing room is so much cuter than those in the Maclab. Like the keyboard is flat. Flat !! I like flat things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7083432794677632273?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7083432794677632273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7083432794677632273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7083432794677632273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7083432794677632273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-so-lost-of-late-nothing-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3101036507428927096</id><published>2009-05-22T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:54:52.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ShX3Hs8V4lI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1q1pGr5V3nA/s1600-h/fergiemanlicious.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ShX3Hs8V4lI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1q1pGr5V3nA/s320/fergiemanlicious.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338444645012988498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say Fergie looks like a man, is a euphemism. And the eye make-up? GURRRRRRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh damn, Kara's voice is kick-ass. HAHAHA AND HER BODY IS BETTER THAN BIKINI GIRL. Eh, Ryan was quite hilarious. "I would like to ask what's new, but I think I know." HAHAHAHA and that prompted BG to flaunt her newly-acquired assets. AAAAAH KRIS ALLEN'S KISSED A GIRL PERFORMANCE WITH KEITH URBAN IS SPECTACULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEK-TA-KU-LAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Jakarta's tourism ad is so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have noticed, I'm watching TV. At 8:55am. I woke up at 8 to catch AI on Star World. Hehehee hxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for the commercials to end, I need to rant about work. So, we were understaffed ytd. Sofa king annoying. We had the worst group of people ever and they brought along the most annoying kidz eva. I also did the most annoying thing in front of the kid, but it's too annoying to mention actually. So, usually for closing---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi Lauper looks like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, usually for closing, there will be 2 people doing the floor 'cos there's too much work to be done. 5 minutes before I was due to start doing closing, my colleague comes up to me and tells me to do the floor closing alone. So, I mopped, vacuumed, swept, locked the stations, sanitized the table, wiped the cutleries, emptied the ice bin, washed the dishes all by my fucking self. And mind you, the sanitizing, emptying of ice bin, washing of dishes &amp; wiping of cutleries are not supposed to be done by me. Fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still had the nerve to say to me, "Wah you finish very fast ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fat fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, Krissy's wife looks stunning. Reminds me of Kate Hudson's How to lose a guy in 10 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I have not eaten since lunch yesterday and it feels good. My hands were shaking last night. The stupid fat bitch who was working floor with me was sofa king useless. I had to fucking clear all the tables. Stupid bitch, just stood around, sanitizing half the tables for 1 hour. And I managed to do all of my closing work within half an hour. Fat people are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction, fat &amp; slow people are useless. Don't mind me if you're fat &amp; slow, I'm just ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Danny Gokey &amp; LIONEL LEWIS are so adorable! I love their duet- it's so catchy. Oh and I didn't know David Cook's brother (?) died of cancer. TRAAAAAGEDI. Hmm, that's one tight hug there Lionel &amp; Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS ADAM LAMBERT WEARING. Cosplay, much? It's such an insult to the PLU. KISS reminds me of Gene Simmons is my fatheeeeer, by Amanda Sommers teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one bloody long entry while I'm cutting my nails &amp; watching AI. OH MY GOD, ADAM'S SHOEZ. I JUST SAW IT. GROTESQUE. Did, freaky dood in the centre just break his guitar. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh, ugly guy singing now. That dood that noone remembers but just has to remember 'cos the judges saved him. OH DAMN THAT SANTANA SONG IS FREAKING AWESOME. At least I think it's Santana. I thinkkkk. THEY GOT CARS AH BITCHES. Btw, did I mention they covered I'm Yours with Jason &amp; it was fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice's face looks like a vat of plastic. Oh snap, the lads look dashing in suits. What's up with Anoop's &amp; Kris's moustaches, though? Oh geez, Rod Stewart's jacket is such an eyesore. Amaaaaazing last song by Adam &amp; Krrrris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris is like so sad that he won American Idol hahaha weirdo. Like. AWWWW DID ADAM CRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY COME TO PAPI. K i'm done toodles need to get ready for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3101036507428927096?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3101036507428927096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3101036507428927096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3101036507428927096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3101036507428927096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-say-fergie-looks-like-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ShX3Hs8V4lI/AAAAAAAAAxY/1q1pGr5V3nA/s72-c/fergiemanlicious.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-250021018404249923</id><published>2009-05-19T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:31:35.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Angels &amp; Demons is sick. Mindfuckingly mindblowingly sick. If you actual understand what I'm saying, you should go see the movie. Actually, I don't know who I'm talking to right now. I don't blog as often as I used to. Maybe that's because whenever I wanna blog, I have to think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thrice sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the edited version goes out to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of press, I really need to get cracking on the STOPPRESS (stop laughing shyam) article for Shairah. Hahaha I'm waaaaay past my supposed dateline. Ooops. And I might not do the AYG thing afterall. It sounds like too much work and I think my supposed holiday for 3 weeks will not seem like a holiday at all. What with assignments plentiful, late night sessions, parties aplenty, GSS sales and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what inspires me of late? The shows I see online. Whenever I catch a show, I find myself turning slightly hopeful. Hopeful, for just about anything really. Then, the next day, I find myself knocking my head to wake up from this little lull in my brain. That, even if I feel hopeful, things will only work out if I actually do something about it. Rather than leave it to just, a feeling, an intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise looks so stupid on Star Movies now. But what nice pecs. He still looks stupid nonetheless. I find myself doing utterly ridiculous things nowadays and getting caught in even worst scenarios. Untangle me from this web, oh loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What loved one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-250021018404249923?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/250021018404249923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=250021018404249923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/250021018404249923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/250021018404249923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-demons-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7833730514069058224</id><published>2009-05-15T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:58:45.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SgxNqK9BEsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FpDu5YgqMdg/s1600-h/ed+westwick+%26+someone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SgxNqK9BEsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FpDu5YgqMdg/s320/ed+westwick+%26+someone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725045417317058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SgxNqKpEiNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Mhz4kh3pXrY/s1600-h/ed+westwick+%26+someone+part+deux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SgxNqKpEiNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Mhz4kh3pXrY/s320/ed+westwick+%26+someone+part+deux.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725045333657810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say but this is the most inappropriate medium to express it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7833730514069058224?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7833730514069058224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7833730514069058224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7833730514069058224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7833730514069058224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-so-much-to-say-but-this-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SgxNqK9BEsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/FpDu5YgqMdg/s72-c/ed+westwick+%26+someone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2185017859066606779</id><published>2009-05-10T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:44:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday.... was nothing short of amazing. I'm lying, but it was definitely one of my better nights. I had fun despite the tense trying-to-get-in-but-someone-was-being-a-bitch part. Otherwise it was total fun. Qts right in front of me(tq hannah heehee), great company and awesome music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking to council interviews, I got slightly confused by some people. For instance, if you listed down your characteristics as everything communication based/related, then wouldn't your people skills actually shine through instead of taking a back seat to... say, your belt. Wow, you must really be 'outgoing' to have your belt talk to me more than you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I swear all my frustration only goes to one subject nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week whizzed past rather fast. I got tired really easily, possibly due to the fact that I have tons of 4-hour lessons. Draining, I must say. I haven't started on anything school related. Don't tell me I'm screwed, I know I am. Furthermore, I just joined Stockpress as a contributing journalist and I realise that my first assignment is due in a day and I have no idea what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shairah only gave the assignment to me 'cos it was on Haji -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been really intense though. I rushed home on Friday night to get ready for some Mother's Day shizznit, for which I had to miss Hannah's surprise party. Then after the shizznit ended, my dad brought my cousins to see prostitutes at Changi. I was damn tired 'cos I had to do opening at work the next day. After work the next day, I got home and crashed for 2 hours before heading out to meet the girls for dinner before going to Butter. Wah fucking shagged. I got home at 5ish and I couldn't sleep at all. I texted my manager that I wasn't going to work but she called me to come so I did but I left at 3pm. I got home and cleaned my room for hours and finally sat down to stare at the laptop only to be distracted by all the internet things that I have missed since 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I'm finally ready to do work, my itchy fingers decide to IM pang to use his fb account for.... recreational purposes. Hahaha I am sucha slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's to drama, wherever I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2185017859066606779?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2185017859066606779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2185017859066606779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2185017859066606779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2185017859066606779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8081801272814050396</id><published>2009-05-03T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:09:07.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sf1szayPH6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/X8nkFZf1QSk/s1600-h/hahahahaha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sf1szayPH6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/X8nkFZf1QSk/s320/hahahahaha.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331537164495691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favouritest couple dined at TCC ytd !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8081801272814050396?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8081801272814050396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8081801272814050396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8081801272814050396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8081801272814050396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favouritest-couple-dined-at-tcc-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sf1szayPH6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/X8nkFZf1QSk/s72-c/hahahahaha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2240046739294463107</id><published>2009-04-28T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:23:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SfcRCKMbD0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/J_3xHOIxC80/s1600-h/it+looks+like+he+didn%27t+get+the+memo+about+wearing+it+on+the+right+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SfcRCKMbD0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/J_3xHOIxC80/s320/it+looks+like+he+didn%27t+get+the+memo+about+wearing+it+on+the+right+side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747412810141506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture and started laughing so bad. But when I saw the caption, I laughed so hard I was rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It looks like he didn't get the memo about wearing it on the right side"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, happy fourty second mumster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2240046739294463107?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2240046739294463107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2240046739294463107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2240046739294463107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2240046739294463107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-saw-this-picture-and-started-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SfcRCKMbD0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/J_3xHOIxC80/s72-c/it+looks+like+he+didn%27t+get+the+memo+about+wearing+it+on+the+right+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8528852577597030495</id><published>2009-04-26T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:54:36.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first week of school has whizzed by and it's Sunday now. Tmrw will be yet another week. I was so excited for school to start so I could meet my friends on a daily basis and start studying and be all geniusy in class. Not. But I didn't realise how tiring it was gonna be, having to adjust to 6-8 hour rest instead of my usual 12-14. Yes I sound like a total pig now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigz for lyfee, eh Shairah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, first week of school was tutorial less except for electives &amp; my cds- theatre. Let me tell you, even with the absence of tutorials for 3 subjects, I have never been so tired before. The moment I reach home at 7, I just feel like plonking myself on my bed and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need to adjust to this new timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I feel like falling asleep at every lecture but I'm trying to be a good boboi here and actually listening to them. Broadcast Performance was really fun! I kinda like my class and the various characters that make it whole. If only some other friends were in my class too, then it would feel like my 2nd home. Mrs Raimy is really awesome haha, she's so kooky I adore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lectures that followed within the couple of days ranged from total utter boredom to a little bit of fun. Ethan is totally like the cutest lecturer evaaa. If only I got him for AudioPro, then life would be complete. Ish. Actually, the cutest lecturer is Ms Ng. Zomg she is so adorable I just wanna squeeze her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Single Camera class was definitely fun, but tiringly confusing. I have derived to the conclusion that I am horrible at handling the camera 'cos it's huge and I feel so weird having to bend down and look through the viewfinder thing and record and like zoom in &amp; out and ensure that it's stable etc. Sigh, I can only major in marketing 'cos that involves brain and hopefully I have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Nadia gets through with the photoshoot to become one of the faces of TP. Like seriously, she was totally working and if the photographer doesn't choose her, he is like dumb. Stupid. Ugly. Fat. Whore. Yeah you get my drift, Nadia totally WERQED IT BEECHEZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I do to tire myself this week? Oh yes, council meeting which lasted 4evaa. Oooh 17 Again, which was totally awesome 'cos of... well you know. Thereafter, we went to the swings which was totally cute and fun and carefree despite the horrible weather and sand getting into my gorgeous loafers. Then, there was dinner at Simpang after the awesome SingCam class. I can't rmb much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss work. I feel like I've not worked in 4evaa. Which is kinda true, 'cos the last time I worked was last Sunday. Next time I'll be working will be on Labour Day, which is gonna be fun 'cos there'll be loads of customers so I won't have time to create new dance routines or plan a non-existent party or design dresses for a fake woman me to wear to the Oscars or just.... dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I totally forgot that tmrw is my mum's birthday 'cos I was angry just now. Hahaha this is a first actually. I haven't even gotten her present 'cos I have absolutely no money and my coming pay is totally going to her 'cos I owe her loads of money from the handphone &amp; Pedro shoes &amp; leather bag. Wooo, being in debt is like totally chic please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please stop making me so tired all the time. I have full-on school this week plus council orientation &amp; meetings, my mum's birthday on Monday night, work and tonnes of other stuff to do like stalk the most awesome tumblr evaa made etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8528852577597030495?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8528852577597030495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8528852577597030495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8528852577597030495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8528852577597030495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-week-of-school-has-whizzed-by-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5392334288702748779</id><published>2009-04-19T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:40:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1:16am. I signed out from MSN an hour ago. I logged off Facebook an hour ago. But I'm still awake, distracting myself with all things but sleep. I have work at 9:30am. I hope I don't wake up late. I hope I don't miss the bus. I hope I don't have to take a cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 3 cabs yesterday. Someone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire week has been extremely kind &amp; fortunate to me. School starts in a day and I am excited, but I really wanted the week to end with a bang. It did, in my kind of way. I had work on Monday. It's funny how I like working in the F&amp;B industry, despite hating the work at Coffee Club. Maybe it's because I had to travel an hour to get to work, work in Singapore weather, talk in Malay constantly or risk being outcasted, get minimum wage and still have to put a huge sum into my CPF account, work 12 hour shifts at the ungodly hour of 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, was just.... lovely. I finally met up with the Perth kidz- Shairah, Sally, Jannah, Michelle- like 4 days after they were back with a bunch of others. We had so much just being there together, talking, laughing, them telling Perth stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was picnic with the babygirls. The weather killed me, and I was wearing jeans. I iz smart. Shoot me alr. But my shorts were due to be collected in the evening. Tanglin's Market Place is seriously orgasmic. I just browsed through the alleys appreciating the magnificent array of food. I think I nearly drooled looking at the ice-cream aisle. Anyhoo, the picnic was awesome, what with too much junk food, one dollar juices and awesome company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What killed the fun in the end was a white couple with an unleashed dog. I seriously fucking hate people who do not fucking leash their dogs. I do not fucking care if dogs have emotions or if they should have the fucking freedom to roam about. I serious do not give a fuck. If I had a gun, I would fucking shoot your fucking dog. Call PETA now, why don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To friends who do not leash your dog, I do not hate you. I just hate your dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a very tiring day initially. I had to go all over the fucking island. Yes, I know Singapore is small. But travelling here is so annoying, I just wish I had a car. I had to go to town to meet Dennis, then off to airport to collect my pay, then back home to take more shit, then travel to Fairy Point for the party. To top it off, I had a zit the size of... Somalia. Come to think about it, I always have a zit the size of Somalia right before I'm due for anything at Fairy Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun tho, the company and the usual antics. I had fun, lots of it, despite being jumped on 7 guys. Which resulted in a swollen neck. Which I couldn't turn the next night. Thanks so much for the mammariez guys !!!! Anyhoo thanks alot to the seniors who popped by despite a gruelling day at work and all. The night was spent at the boardwalk for awhile, then back in the cosy room just talking, telling ghost stories and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's Jam &amp; Hop was disappointing, to say the least. Everyone awesome was there but the DJ was just a prick. A huge fucking prick. Yes, we know you djs like being all artsy fartsy by spinning your own shit. But seriously, put a ring on it. Put a fucking ring on it and play The Best of Mainstream. Asswipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple of pills at night 'cos I was in serious pain due to the neck. I wanted to shoot myself, or wrap my neck in ice. Numb myself from the pain. I really should have stopped at one pill, 'cos I only woke up 15 hours later. But the pain was slightly gone and I could shake my head. Big whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that this is a very lengthy post and I might stop here. I spent more money at Topman, eventho I am knee-deep in debt. To my mum, the tailong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop eating so that I can have collarbones and cheekbones. If you haven't figured it out, I like bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5392334288702748779?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5392334288702748779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5392334288702748779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5392334288702748779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5392334288702748779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-116am.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-762847937980313145</id><published>2009-04-12T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:17:06.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to buy a lot of things by June. Correction, I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to buy a lot of things. Now, I should shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna go dream now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-762847937980313145?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/762847937980313145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=762847937980313145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/762847937980313145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/762847937980313145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-to-buy-lot-of-things-by-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8805514240651167386</id><published>2009-04-11T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:35:34.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aura Lee, Aura Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually means Orally, Orally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made of Golden Hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he's talking about the pubic hair of "Aura Lee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who wrote the lyrics to this song/poem/whatewer must have been giving head at that point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8805514240651167386?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8805514240651167386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8805514240651167386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8805514240651167386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8805514240651167386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/aura-lee-aura-lee-it-actually-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5060621236126459811</id><published>2009-04-09T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:04:07.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sd3jZv2tQDI/AAAAAAAAAws/KwDOfUoL-Hg/s1600-h/IMG_7306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sd3jZv2tQDI/AAAAAAAAAws/KwDOfUoL-Hg/s320/IMG_7306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322660366103953458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sd3jZGXQnQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/DSfqwFwnEms/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sd3jZGXQnQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/DSfqwFwnEms/s320/Picture0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322660354966199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Archie on Tuesday, definitely made my year. I was feeling rather bleargh prior to the mini-concert due to my nose. I was waiting for Zana to end school before meeting, so we reached Iluma ard 5ish? The crowd was killer and we didn't have a chance of entering the enclosed area. So, we did the next best thing- stand by the barricades and we got a pretty good view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest couple on Earth was standing next to us and they look so compatible. So compatible hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he came, he sang, he signed and he left. Archie is absolutely dreamy and his voice was just brill live. He covered A Thousand Miles too! Suker hahaha. After singing, he went to sign his album for everyone who bought it and I managed to get it. Zana didn't even buy his album (and she calls herself a diehard fan, right), but I gave her my album so that she could get in too haha. Now I have two signatures on one poster hee hee suker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for him to be done, then Zana &amp; I waited by the side. The moment he got offstage I screamed his name so loud hahahaha the person beside me was so startled. For a mo, I was a replica of the annoying KC girls there haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you fucking believe it, I ran after the van that Archie was in HAHAHA ULTIMATE STALKER HAHAHAHAHA. Looking back, I wish I just played it cool 'cos in the end noone saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I managed to get his flight details to KL, SQ 118 flying off at 6:45PM, T2 Row 8. I didn't manage to see him off D: It would be awesome if I got a hug hahaha then I can't sneak in a little side kiss haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Perth kidz are coming back tmrw. I'll be at werq in the morning but I can't fetch them at night 'cos the parentals have.... &lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5060621236126459811?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5060621236126459811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5060621236126459811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5060621236126459811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5060621236126459811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/meeting-archie-on-tuesday-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Sd3jZv2tQDI/AAAAAAAAAws/KwDOfUoL-Hg/s72-c/IMG_7306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7692247910109827781</id><published>2009-04-06T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:18:38.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so... accomplished today. I clipped my nails, i swept my room, i mopped my room, i did the laundry for all my clothes, i changed my sheets, i re-arranged the furniture to make my room seem more spacious, i caught a movie, i took out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm only 25% done with my room. happy holidays, or what's left of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7692247910109827781?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7692247910109827781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7692247910109827781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7692247910109827781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7692247910109827781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7569388551341709329</id><published>2009-04-05T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:02:51.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's April. I'm shocked. Akeh i'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; shocked, more like 5 days late to blog about how wonderful April is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kidz are gonna be back in 5 days! But we prolly won't fetch them haha 'cos we need them to crave for us more. Not really la, more like we think they might be too tired and will wanna go back home right away. Althougggh, I might have plans with Dian, Sam &amp; Shyam at night hee hee if the parents allow. That is, if the plans are in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, GEMS 4 on Friday was kinda awesome. I did have high expectations due to the previous concert but all went well. For the first time, I was more in awe of the modern dancers. They were... magical. The hiphoppers were stil brill tho. The crowd was kinda quiet, me included. I think I got tired of screaming haha that's a first. But seating at the first row was... near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rmb what I did actually but I know the holidays have been kind to me. I sleep for 12 hours and I still get tired after that. My cheeks are growing at an alarming rate and I feel fat &amp; old &amp; disgusting &amp; tired &amp; lazy. Speaking of which, my room looks like a pig's dump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7569388551341709329?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7569388551341709329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7569388551341709329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7569388551341709329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7569388551341709329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6049298392251591987</id><published>2009-03-26T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:31:06.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScueuGejFwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JsrthWBzkyY/s1600-h/IMG_7180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScueuGejFwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JsrthWBzkyY/s320/IMG_7180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518299890915074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scuet0HxHnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ygIhZxlo_kI/s1600-h/IMG_7182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scuet0HxHnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ygIhZxlo_kI/s320/IMG_7182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518294963527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScuetaiKXeI/AAAAAAAAAwM/k-W1bSWaNjI/s1600-h/IMG_7183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScuetaiKXeI/AAAAAAAAAwM/k-W1bSWaNjI/s320/IMG_7183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518288094911970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScuetDnV5yI/AAAAAAAAAwE/b-aqvFDQIjQ/s1600-h/IMG_7184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScuetDnV5yI/AAAAAAAAAwE/b-aqvFDQIjQ/s320/IMG_7184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518281942624034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScuesUTa9TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/DeCIv_oC3iM/s1600-h/IMG_7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScuesUTa9TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/DeCIv_oC3iM/s320/IMG_7176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317518269242602802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scub0RLRIOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0iYv0ufaum0/s1600-h/IMG_7185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scub0RLRIOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0iYv0ufaum0/s320/IMG_7185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515107307167970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scub0DtPyOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/vraDYoKLgsU/s1600-h/IMG_7186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scub0DtPyOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/vraDYoKLgsU/s320/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515103691589858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scubz1IVveI/AAAAAAAAAvk/DgeWJsGaxJI/s1600-h/IMG_7187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scubz1IVveI/AAAAAAAAAvk/DgeWJsGaxJI/s320/IMG_7187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515099778694626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scubza6FtWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dQvOJFYJc7Q/s1600-h/IMG_7181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/Scubza6FtWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/dQvOJFYJc7Q/s320/IMG_7181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515092739601762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScubyqmW1DI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7NKFJI_r5hs/s1600-h/IMG_7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScubyqmW1DI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7NKFJI_r5hs/s320/IMG_7177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317515079771935794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sammy, I hope you had a wonderful time last night, not that I rmb. I love you so muuch &amp; I'd be really sad if I'm not in the same class with you next semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6049298392251591987?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6049298392251591987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6049298392251591987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6049298392251591987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6049298392251591987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-sammy-i-hope-you-had-wonderful-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScueuGejFwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/JsrthWBzkyY/s72-c/IMG_7180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1983653542059349705</id><published>2009-03-24T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:42:13.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai, I look horrible in pictures. My hair looks so flat, flat like Pang's crotch and it looks so... flat. Yeah, you get my point. Anywaaay, met up with Fiqqy for some lovin' hahaha. Going to Haji thereafter was such a mistake, I swear. I'm lying, it wasn't a mistake. It was a much needed retail therapy. Not that I bought anything, just reserved some stuff and I am really thinking about getting them sometime next week to the time school starts. I like days out with Afiqah, just talking &amp; laughing &amp; doing.. stuff or nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm getting my clothes next week, prolly on Friday before Gems 4, then that would mark the second week that the girls/guys/people are at Perth which would mean 1 more weeek till they're back! Can't wait! Prolly fetching them at the airport or maybe not since they are gonna go back home straight to the families, waiting to be breastfed and rubbed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1983653542059349705?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1983653542059349705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1983653542059349705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1983653542059349705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1983653542059349705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-i-look-horrible-in-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3454195232945235430</id><published>2009-03-21T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:04:26.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot read Style &amp; Men's Folio without getting heart palpitations every few pages. So, I'm taking it a couple of pages a day. Or I might shock you and finish everything tonight hahaha. I've seen so many beautiful things, even the simplest of it all makes my heart flutter. &lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt;, the wise people from above who don't get lured into spending thousands on commercialised overglorified goodies, were indeed right when they said money makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year has just started for me, or it will in a couple of days when I finally get my organiser. Yes, for 2009. Yes, I'm very well aware that 2009 started like 3 months ago. I finally got ard to finding an organiser and I'm immensely excited! Ikr, for like an organiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeh, I'm gonna sidetrack and sound superficial for the rest of my blog posts 'cos I am hooked. I think Hermes just wants to rip off our money. SERIOUSLY BERIOUSLY. But I love the enamel bracelets. Totally fetch, saw one in Style and I WANTED TO DIE. Zomg I should save this for my other blog, shouldn't I? K I'll just picspam this post and not say anything lest I sound like something I don't particularly adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScUPz5HZGHI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1oclG9zW93g/s1600-h/LV+Cabas+Naxos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScUPz5HZGHI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1oclG9zW93g/s320/LV+Cabas+Naxos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672319360309362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScUPygZsnQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Yi8ZQGcI-qM/s1600-h/Sofia+Coppola+LV+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScUPygZsnQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Yi8ZQGcI-qM/s320/Sofia+Coppola+LV+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315672295546330370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3454195232945235430?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3454195232945235430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3454195232945235430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3454195232945235430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3454195232945235430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cannot-read-style-mens-folio-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScUPz5HZGHI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1oclG9zW93g/s72-c/LV+Cabas+Naxos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8692999392842727420</id><published>2009-03-20T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:51:17.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKEYHzb1vI/AAAAAAAAAus/cqAWhrny7pE/s1600-h/IMG_7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKEYHzb1vI/AAAAAAAAAus/cqAWhrny7pE/s320/IMG_7086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314956060197115634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDzJOipXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Od1YNcF8bX4/s1600-h/IMG_7051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDzJOipXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Od1YNcF8bX4/s320/IMG_7051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955424924083570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDyiKS1SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/pNCP5_8Godw/s1600-h/IMG_7084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDyiKS1SI/AAAAAAAAAuc/pNCP5_8Godw/s320/IMG_7084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955414437287202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDySxkWRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_c52ifyJ0NE/s1600-h/IMG_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDySxkWRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/_c52ifyJ0NE/s320/IMG_7060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955410307045650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDyA2OY9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pbE2SKEpQ90/s1600-h/IMG_7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDyA2OY9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pbE2SKEpQ90/s320/IMG_7058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955405494739922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDxlP7SJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Eb9jgVhrSOU/s1600-h/IMG_7041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKDxlP7SJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Eb9jgVhrSOU/s320/IMG_7041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955398086346898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBsiVz3uI/AAAAAAAAAt8/GEBMLLErGsE/s1600-h/IMG_7032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBsiVz3uI/AAAAAAAAAt8/GEBMLLErGsE/s320/IMG_7032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953112383119074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBsVw9a5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/tQWd5KHcCmk/s1600-h/IMG_7031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBsVw9a5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/tQWd5KHcCmk/s320/IMG_7031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953109007330194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBsN2sqfI/AAAAAAAAAts/EslsVoCQM9A/s1600-h/IMG_7026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBsN2sqfI/AAAAAAAAAts/EslsVoCQM9A/s320/IMG_7026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953106883914226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBrJzXWMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6NtPvE_ZBmw/s1600-h/IMG_7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBrJzXWMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6NtPvE_ZBmw/s320/IMG_7023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953088616323266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBqi36tHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/mYSqaKdNCmI/s1600-h/IMG_7000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKBqi36tHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/mYSqaKdNCmI/s320/IMG_7000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314953078166434930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been good to me. But come tmrw, or shall I say later, I think sadness will engulf me D: Like a majority of the close poly kidz are going for the UWA trip and I will miss them like hell. Like hell, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent in town with the Sam, Shairah, Dian, Sally &amp; Hakim. The usual bunch of people. Caught Coming Soon, totally fucking retarded show. I totally wanted to die though, 'cos I have a totally pussyfied heart and I can't help but scream and shiver and slink down further the chair 'cos I WAS TERRIFIED HAHAHAHA. But that still doesn't mean the show was awesome, it totally sucked but it did provide some comic relief for the rest of the afternoon though. Tea at The Big O was so fucking good, I really liked Indecent Obsession &amp; The Big O Cheesecake the most tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was supposed to be a laze-at-home-day. However, god must hate me or smth. The sista banged the door down, screaming at me to wake up 'cos I wanted to go out and they were going out now. I hurriedly got up to find out that only the sista is going out now, we were just gonna meet her later hahaha douchebag. But I feel so lazy and fat and disgusting. I sleep for like 12 hours, yet I feel so sleepy. Anywaaay, lunch at tm, followed by a bout of gossiping and mockery of the lesser beings we know. Oooh and I finally got around to borrowing books from the library thank god or else I wonder what will entertain me on long bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Werq Day. Hahaha I find it so annoying that I spell work as werq but I can't help it, it looks ghetto. Like smth Cheniqua woudl use. Snap it, gurrrrl. Yeah I've come to the conclusion that eventhough the workplace is dead, I like it there. I like the people, ish ish. I like the fact that working closing entails me a cab ride home. At the godly hour of 1130pm hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Piknik @ Botanik! The weather was crazy, like humidly gross but the company was awesome. We had fun- mimicking a group of teens singing chinese songs really loudly in like some weird acapella way, wrecking the 5-dolla tree, disrupting the peace of people, eating awesome food, being trigger happy, being totally oblivious of how loud we were, playing oldskool games &amp; taboo. Yeah you get me, it was fun fun fun. Off to town after that to chill and bask in the "nightlife" hahaha yeah right. Everyone left so Dian, Shairah &amp; Mikell followed to Far East to get Chippy's hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel gg all of a sudden. I think I am gg. Hao/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8692999392842727420?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8692999392842727420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8692999392842727420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8692999392842727420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8692999392842727420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-has-been-good-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/ScKEYHzb1vI/AAAAAAAAAus/cqAWhrny7pE/s72-c/IMG_7086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7191642788855979072</id><published>2009-03-13T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:06:44.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to work today and got a surprise. a nice, hahaha surprise. i met a new colleague, name is maisie. she went "weren't you the one in the lt show?" hahaha i couldn't stop laughing for five minutes. then at four, another new colleague came in "weren't you the one on stage for jam &amp; hop?" and i recoiled with embarrassment due to what i was wearing. but i still laughed 'cos i am a good sport. or shameless, more like it. then right when my shift ended, a new girl came in and went "heeeey you're the tiara banks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i can't stop laughing and i don't even know whats so fucking hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7191642788855979072?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7191642788855979072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7191642788855979072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7191642788855979072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7191642788855979072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-work-today-and-got-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7677675682010652122</id><published>2009-03-12T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:22:28.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in a good mood, until about five seconds ago when I found out my GPA. Now, I really wanna kill someone. Like slaughter them, chop off their balls, snip off their tongue, burn their scalp. You get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how awesome I felt until five seconds ago. MBA in the afternoon was kinda awesome although I did go soft, did go too fast, did blabber hahaha but I had fun and thanks to the awesome Edahling for co-hosting with me. Suker. I was so touched when Denise &amp; Yunru won an award and when Yunru was making her speech, she teared up! I felt so... idk how I was involved in this but I felt so touched. I'm so lucky to have known her in 1.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Leadership did have its pros. But I swear, that's about the only one- making such awesome new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council de-brief thereafter turned out to be a passing down of committee seats and I am oh-so-pleased with the outcome and oh-so-fucking-thankful that V passed it down to me. And I seriously think that Denise was one of the most wonderful &amp; greatest president I've ever met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us headed to Simpang for dinner, a Motley Crue of Year 1s to 3s. I can't believe we stayed there for like close to 4 hours, just eating &amp; talking. Funtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention, right before the council debrief and everyone was seated, I checked my phone. AND MY RESULTS WERE IN. Zomg I got so annoyed at Ms Teh and she was sitting right in front of me and I went 'MS TEEEEH HOW COULD YOU' and she just smiled. I am soooo not gonna say anything bad for fear that someone might read my blog and bitch about me to Ms Teh but let's just make it clear that everyone knows I'm not exactly elated about my grade. I won't even get started on Journalism. All that fucking A's for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got home and Sam tells me GPA's out on ePoly. So, I checked it and I wanted to throw my Acer out of the fucking window. Aaah enough said. I'll just think happy thoughts of MBA, the awesome Year 2s who made us feel so welcomed when we first joined council and how much money I'm gonna earn after working my butt off. OOOOH AND EDAH'S MUM HAHAHAHA NO KIKY THOUGHTS PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7677675682010652122?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7677675682010652122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7677675682010652122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7677675682010652122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7677675682010652122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-in-good-mood-until-about-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1943209813600632483</id><published>2009-03-09T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:25:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise I'm not in the habit to blog when stuff happen in my life. Then, when I feel like blogging, I'll condense the happenings of 3 weeks into one post which results in confusion, especially on my part 'cos after I read my backdated posts, I realise that I do not have a fucking clue what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about that. Mes parents are back from India and it feels nice. But annoying. I miss how I can go out as &amp; when I please, without having people calling me and asking what time I'm coming home or where I'm going or if I'm going somewhere with a convenience store and would I be so kind as to pop into said convenience store to get some shit. I also do not miss the constant nagging at utterly ridiculous stuff or the fact that I have to keep a time-check yet again. Nine days without that has made me spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like sex. Once you've had it, you wouldn't wanna go back to beating off to dumpster porn, would you? &lt;br /&gt;- Quoted from American Pie 5 The Naked Mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories from India are pretty fun though. Like how the electricity gets cut off at 6am, hence waking everyone up. How my mum had an electric shock. The place they call &lt;em&gt;Kosu&lt;/em&gt; Island, &lt;em&gt;Kosu&lt;/em&gt; meaning mosquitoes. How cheap stuff there are. I think I would like to go there one day, but I don't think I would be able to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr what did I do today. OOH YEEEAH PICNIC AT THE END. It was nothing short of awesome. K maybe the weather sucked a lil but we had fun with the everyone there. It was a bit like The Motley Crue, just mixing &amp; mashing everyone up. We waited for Jwsh the Queen to arrive at 4 before going to Punggol End. The place not very pretty ah. It's only in pictures that it looks nice 'cos pictures don't really tell a thousand words. The actual story is 100 words and the story is then pwettyfied by glorious sentences and a Motley of vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeh I'm not making much sense now. I really wanna continue watching Shopaholic but I feel tired. And I wanna wake up early to get my vPost shipment. Hi, my name is Zameer Zella and I have a problem. What is my problem, you may ask? It's addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1943209813600632483?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1943209813600632483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1943209813600632483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1943209813600632483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1943209813600632483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realise-im-not-in-habit-to-blog-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2180045532994771118</id><published>2009-03-01T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:03:51.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lose my train of thoughts too fast. Which is why I can never seem to remember what happens, until I see visuals of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEE E-LOVE-VATOR IS OVAAH. A huge tremendous relief, but man, was that party fun or what shizznits. It came with it's own drama, entertainment, annoying parts and too many unspoken stories but overall, I think, I think la, the party was kinda awesome. Looking at the pictures uploaded by all the kind saints, I'm instantly thrown back to Thursday and the tedious preparation for it, the actual party and the post-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a downside, I did lose my iPod and I am not happy. Although I seem to be pretty nonchalant about it, or maybe I'm not, who knows. But yeah, a big fuck you to whoever stole it. I love you still :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and I remembered that we celebrated Fiqqy's birthday the day before in town! Hee hee you're 18 baby !! Yeah, everyone knew you were 18 'cos we went ard telling everyone that. Hahaha suker nye you. I hope you had a wonderful birthday babygirl :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty dead right now. So, here's what happened. Plans to go out on Friday night to Lester's party was cancelled. I was shagged anyway so I slept in. Saturday was spent at Hip Diner's with Zai &amp; Shida for an early dinner. Then, off to meet polymates &amp; Aussie kidz at Far East. After their dinner, plans to go "have fun" only turned out to include me, Dian, Shairah &amp; Shyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh boy, did we have fun or what that night HAHAHA. After getting heestuffhee from Simon, lazed ard Clarke Quay while waiting for Herry. Zomg, I was dead tired but somehow I couldn't imagine myself going home. Ard 1 ish, we went to East Coast and started having fun. Hahaha thinking about it now makes me giggle so bad. Not to mention the fact that I have three very prominent reminders of the awesome night/morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone popped over to my place thereafter, wanting to sleep and such. I want to die now. I WANT TO DIE 'COS I WANT TO SLEEP. I ONLY SLEPT FOR 4 HOURS BEFORE I HAD TO GO OUT MEET THE COUSINS. ZOMG TIRED MUCH OR WHAT SIAAAAAA. THEN TMR GOT WEEEERQ BUT CANNOT CANCEL 'COS I CANCELLED THE LAST TIME SAYING I HAD SOME DISEASE. THEN AFTER WERQ, GOT FILMING. THEN GOING OUT WITH AWSOMPOSSUM FWENZ FOR WILD NIGHT AGAIN BEFORE THE RENTS COME BACK TO TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH HAPPENING NYE. I very tired. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2180045532994771118?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2180045532994771118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2180045532994771118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2180045532994771118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2180045532994771118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-lose-my-train-of-thoughts-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5780177941908213453</id><published>2009-02-26T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:17:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SaX7lwi3iiI/AAAAAAAAAtM/smwWjf8_M8Q/s1600-h/incredible_india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SaX7lwi3iiI/AAAAAAAAAtM/smwWjf8_M8Q/s320/incredible_india.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306924362030877218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes parents have been off to Incredible India for 4 days as of today. I cannot describe how amazing it is to come home anytime. Not that I come home late at all. Like the latest was 11ish. I am so good, I deserve a medal. And maybe a Daimer bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning after a whole night of tossing and turning, due to E-love-vator. I went to bed at 1am, I couldn't sleep at all. Thank god, Renu randomly called at 2am to talk. I miss her so badly D: I kept on yawning during the conversation, but funny enough, I couldn't sleep after the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7, went to my mum's bed, slept for 20 mins, woke up randomly thinking of the problem with the party, rushed to the toilet and puked my guts out. Even after settling the problems, my stomach was still unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ran around half of Pasir Ris. Now, all I'm feeling is hungry and my body's aching like an old man with erectile dysfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I can't wait for tonight. I hope it's gonna be wonderful, amazing &amp; a night to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5780177941908213453?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5780177941908213453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5780177941908213453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5780177941908213453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5780177941908213453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/mes-parents-have-been-off-to-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SaX7lwi3iiI/AAAAAAAAAtM/smwWjf8_M8Q/s72-c/incredible_india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8593020261422372333</id><published>2009-02-17T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:25:46.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over School's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a lil slow in updating but I've been so busy over the weekend and all. Actually I can't even rmb the last time I blogged. Anyhoo, school's ovah! Yay end oh Year 1. I can't wait to step into Year 2. Actually, I can. I would miss my entire class, but that's for another post. Now, I'd just like to take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like that's gonna work, 'cos my schedule's all jampacked for the next couple of weeks, what with work &amp; MBA Awards &amp; having fun. Hahaha. Having fun is actually quite a chore you know. YOU KNOW OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I BOUGHT A NEW LAPPIE HEE HEE SUKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What recession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sometimes I wish E-love-vator was not happening 'cos I am so stressed out because of it. Who knew planning to have fun was such hard work? What happened to good old-fashioned impromptu fun? But we all know that ain't happening. See you when I see you beechez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8593020261422372333?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8593020261422372333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8593020261422372333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8593020261422372333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8593020261422372333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/schools-over-schools-over-schools-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5701952596256706475</id><published>2009-02-10T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:17:06.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SZBkyQLhLyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/g3NTUcRk1Zw/s1600-h/F21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SZBkyQLhLyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/g3NTUcRk1Zw/s320/F21.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300847575914589986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5701952596256706475?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5701952596256706475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5701952596256706475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5701952596256706475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5701952596256706475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/anyone-interested.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SZBkyQLhLyI/AAAAAAAAAr0/g3NTUcRk1Zw/s72-c/F21.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6290524532400629752</id><published>2009-02-08T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:38:51.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so inspired now to write The Great American Novel, despite the fact that I am not American nor ever haboured any ambitions to write one. I feel so inspired 'cos school is ending in a week and mon pere et ma mere are going to India in 15 dayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEEN DAYZ. WHICH MEANS PARTY IS IN 18 DAYZ HOLY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still inspired. Did I tell you I wanna sew? Yes, I'm back to the let's-sew-our-hearts-away phase. Except I can't really sew. Ma soeur et ma mere bought the most amazing printed satin. And obvy, yours truly started using said soeur as a mannequin and voila! Instant entry into Fashion Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above = withdrawal symptoms. From not buying anything since the start of the year and I feel really sick &amp; disgusted. I feel recession. Actually, not really I don't. I feel myself screaming for a job. You get my drift, I need to shop really badly. I haven't held a purchase in my hands in what seems like ages. It is ages to me, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I just had to read someone's blog about Skin and there was Maxxie. I. Want. To. Die. AAAAAAAAH WHY MUST SEASON 3 BE A WHOLE NEW GENERATION. I wanna watch Skins when I'm done with school D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25 minutes later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not have gone to her blog. I just spent the last 25 minutes googling Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76JBck4hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zvItQc9mNYw/s1600-h/maxxie+%26+tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76JBck4hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zvItQc9mNYw/s320/maxxie+%26+tony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448844375712274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76JM10hUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/5od482Nv9wk/s1600-h/skins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76JM10hUI/AAAAAAAAAqI/5od482Nv9wk/s320/skins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448847434384706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76I31BDSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/CJkB2m4mT-c/s1600-h/skins_anwar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76I31BDSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/CJkB2m4mT-c/s320/skins_anwar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448841793867042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76IVRdbXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/zRql1obD9fU/s1600-h/skins_fullcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76IVRdbXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/zRql1obD9fU/s320/skins_fullcast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448832517926258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6290524532400629752?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6290524532400629752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6290524532400629752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6290524532400629752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6290524532400629752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-so-inspired-now-to-write-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SY76JBck4hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zvItQc9mNYw/s72-c/maxxie+%26+tony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3790172545340827167</id><published>2009-02-04T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:33:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, three consecutive posts in a row? I must have a lot to say. But I don't, actually. Who am I kidding hahaha. I have a lot to say but I can't say it here or anywhere else for that matter. I'm like a mobile hub. The one which receives all your texts that are en route to the receiver. Which explains my really huge &amp; frizzy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is not huge &amp; frizzy anymore :D Heeheehee I finally popped by Essensuals for a cut and I am loving my hair. And I don't really care if people hate it 'cos I love it and for once I'm not insecure about the bush god gave me as an excuse for hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you how much I loved today? I wish everyday was like this. No I take it back, today was awesome. Let's just greet the coming days with more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SYh_l9ekLbI/AAAAAAAAApo/i-4HfsYOYLg/s1600-h/nicole+tyra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SYh_l9ekLbI/AAAAAAAAApo/i-4HfsYOYLg/s320/nicole+tyra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298625251736038834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I sawwwwwwww hee hee Nicoleeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3790172545340827167?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3790172545340827167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3790172545340827167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3790172545340827167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3790172545340827167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-three-consecutive-posts-in-row-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SYh_l9ekLbI/AAAAAAAAApo/i-4HfsYOYLg/s72-c/nicole+tyra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7072761243716703417</id><published>2009-02-02T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:17:04.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so fucking pissed off it's not even funny. I'm so pissed off, I would do &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dnepropetrovsk_maniacs"&gt;Dnepropetrovsk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeh I wouldn't. I would have too much of a conscience to bludgeon a pregnant woman. Who the fuck does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would really like? To just walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7072761243716703417?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7072761243716703417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7072761243716703417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7072761243716703417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7072761243716703417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-fucking-pissed-off-its-not-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7265056594294978605</id><published>2009-02-01T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:51:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what's funny? I'm online every single night but I blog..... once every two weeks ish. Akeh that's not funny but you know my humour. Or lack of it hahaha okay I should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SYWScGzm-aI/AAAAAAAAApg/fBq8v56MMKA/s1600-h/matrepskyerp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SYWScGzm-aI/AAAAAAAAApg/fBq8v56MMKA/s320/matrepskyerp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297801548232325538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of skr ERPs have always cracked me up. But this version brought me to tears hahaha. It's like some Matrep decided to make his mark in the world HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you wouldn't wanna hear about what I do. It's like so boring. Actually everyday's kinda fun. But I can't really rmb much, like the details that actually make the day. Or what I did or who I went out with. It's too much work. All I know is that school is ending in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWWWWOOOOOO WEEEKS HELL YEAH BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone's going away in awhile heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i totally need a new blogskin. The current one depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do that once I'm done with my presentation slides for PerComm, memorised my French roleplay, study for MMP &amp; Leadership tests, write out my individual speech for PerComm, memorise that damn speech, think about what to say during Leadership &amp; PerComm group prezentations, find a way to get my pictures of StanChart from Dian's harddisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and persuade my mum to let me go for Erny's shindig, hahahahahhahahaaa how fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7265056594294978605?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7265056594294978605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7265056594294978605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7265056594294978605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7265056594294978605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-whats-funny-im-online-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SYWScGzm-aI/AAAAAAAAApg/fBq8v56MMKA/s72-c/matrepskyerp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1992197305362375441</id><published>2009-01-21T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:50:41.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a very Adele mood at the moment. No further explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on a major assignment 4 days before it's due was a big joke. If time could rewind, I'd go back to the mid-sem holidayz and start there &amp; then. Starting your own magazine is also no joke. I thought it would be easy peasy or at least as "fun" as our Marketing report on Pantene last sem. But noooo. It's like a total pain in the ass to even talk about strategies on how to promote a magazine targeted to senior citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW MOCHA IS THE SPAWN OF SATAN. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME GO SEE HIM YOURSELF. SPAWN OF SATAN I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if it's funny or disturbing or gross, but I would say it was a mixture of all three. I was on 15 on the way back home and I sat beside this middle-aged guy. He didn't really dress like an Ah Pek but well, he was rather weird. Throughout the entire ride, I could feel his eyes gazing at me every few seconds. Especially so when I poppped chocolates into my mouth. Is there really something so sexual about the way I eat chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the weird part began. He folded his arms casually and I could feel his left hand, which was tucked under his right pit grazing my upper arm slowly &amp; softly. I just pretended not to realise but I was totally freaked out. I inched an inch away hahaha. Then, when I was on the phone, that old creep just had to shake/bounce  his right leg. You know how some guys/mats like to bounce their leg up &amp; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so he bounced it and it kept on brushing against my left leg which was totally awkward 'cos I, once again, pretended that such a thing was a daily occurence in my life. He kept on staring at me for the entire trip! Take this for instance, I would change the song on my Nano and put it back on my lap/crotch with my phone &amp; the box of chocolates. Every single fucking time I did that, he would stare at my crotch for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disturbing. Then I reached home and found it funny hahaha. And a little gross. When I got down the bus, he stared at me for a really long time, thinking that maybe I would give him a smile or a wink to signal something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that ain't happening sista. Snap it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, school work has finally taken a toll on me. I am exhausted as hell but I cannot sleep without finishing my work. Basikally, my Journalism proposal is done, and I'm using the same story of my PerCom speech in class. I'm done with half of my Leadership part, 'cos I'm really confused about how Oprah empowers people. The definition of empowerment is the delegation of power/authority to followers in the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enlighten me here, 'cos after an hour of googling how Oprah empowers and all I got were flame sites that proclaim their 'undying love' for Ms Thang, wtf is empowerment. Geez, whatever possessed me to take up Leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the majah fuck up is my major group project which is due this Friday and I am KONFUSED about it. Starting a business sucks the life out of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1992197305362375441?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1992197305362375441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1992197305362375441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1992197305362375441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1992197305362375441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-very-adele-mood-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2129422731447237077</id><published>2009-01-17T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:48:44.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really tired of restrictions. Even at this age, I have to deal with finding my own money (well at least most of it), school and friends. And family. And the fact that even with me earning my own money, I have to deal with all the shit you put in my way when I don't even ask you for anything. And how you like to pick fights with anyone and everyone over the most miniscule of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really wrong to go out with my friends every week? It's not like I go out until 5 in the morning. It's just dinner, so why don't you chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is, a vacation. Away from all the prying eyes and into the loving ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2129422731447237077?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2129422731447237077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2129422731447237077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2129422731447237077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2129422731447237077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-really-tired-of-restrictions.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7080292064901883458</id><published>2009-01-13T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:06:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm loving 90210. It's such a trashy series that I cannot help but love it. Although I think Naomi reminds me too much of the hot-for-Adam character in The A-List and that Ty resembles the Smallville dood and how Principal Wilson looks too smug for his own good &amp; looks too much like a oiled-down version of The Rock, the name Annie reminds me of Annie the Orphan although that has no relation to the series whatsoever, and Dixon who brings Clueless back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammie Shepard! That's the too-hot-for-Adam character I was thinking of. Oh, she and her Charlotte's Web mural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai am I even talking about 90210 when I should be doing work? I should remind myself that I have a Photography assignment on Adrenaline Pumping to hand in on Monday, Percomm &amp; MMP group project due on Friday and a Leadership project on Oprah. Also, let's not forget the nitty-gritty details of school like weekly online forums &amp; lessons, posting of pictures on the photoblog and all the other assignments due within the next couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just rmbed, French culture quiz &amp; roleplay practice next Thursday. Yippee can't fucking wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, waking up at 7am today and realising a tad too late that it was too early was a blessing in disguise. I managed to watch 90210 and now I'm hooked. It's not actually a good thing but let's look on the brightside, I got home at 4 this afternoon! That's a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is so stupid. Ah yes, just watched Gossip Girl. &amp; Ugly Betty on Sunday. &amp; Desperate Housewives just now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I say life is good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7080292064901883458?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7080292064901883458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7080292064901883458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7080292064901883458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7080292064901883458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-loving-90210.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2601559531251253661</id><published>2009-01-12T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:16:46.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YOiJv27szY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YOiJv27szY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too cute! I know the black guy, some distant cousin, and HA HA HA THIS IS SOOO ADORABLE. I can't believe they know the steps to Nobody hahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Women is such an awesome show. What's not awesome?- How cold the cinema was, laughing alone while the 2 other people in the cinema just cuddled and how cold it was. To think I skipped photog for that? Totally worth it :D But I did make my way to school to meet the girls and whoever popped by and I still bumped into the tutor and she totally believed my cock &amp; bull story about how tired I was from the Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2601559531251253661?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2601559531251253661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2601559531251253661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2601559531251253661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2601559531251253661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-too-cute-i-know-black-guy-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7949041146360416536</id><published>2009-01-11T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:54:24.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days have been extremely brill. Even though I was tired, I coughed too much, ate too little, lost too much weight, lost my face, embarrassed myself in front on hundreds, I wouldn't trade the memories for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House from Thursday to Saturday was draining. Even though the number of shows were reduced, I felt constantly drained until the last show of the day. But the last show on Saturday was pretty awesome. Met new people, flirted with even more new people and had fun :D Hee hee. Jam&amp;Hop on Saturday night was alright ha ha ha the dj spun some pretty awesome songs but the company was even greater. Cabbed to Melville at 10ish to find out that everyone got chased out. Supper at Afghan area with Zai Ersy Ikhwan which was pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are alll up on fb have fun great day I'm too lazy to post pictures but I'm actually more embarrassed to post pictures of Open House hahahahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7949041146360416536?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7949041146360416536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7949041146360416536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7949041146360416536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7949041146360416536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-few-days-have-been-extremely-brill.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6327944801413561773</id><published>2009-01-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:46:59.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'right now at this instance im pretty sure at least in my heart that i've found what i've been looking for and she fits rightly well in this jigsaw spot i've been saving. well basically i've never been this happy for quite a while and its good.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last five minutes, I've been typing &amp; deleting, typing &amp; deleting, basically repeating the process for more than 15 times 'cos I'm speechless. I just cannot express into words how this partial paragraph makes me sigh and make me hope that maybe, just maybe, dreams do come true afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get weepy and start a worldwide hunt for The One, I should talk about my eventful day. Yes, I use block letters when it comes to The One. Maybe you should too. Anyway, photog tutorial at fucking ECP was a fucking waste of time. I was alr intending to leave halfway through but god decided to have mercy on me and let it rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainism ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back to school with Ernerella 'cos we're both lazy pussies and off to Dian's house to do.... stuff. Basically, it was just to waste time- painting nails atrociously, singing off-key to songs, worldwide search for a missing ciggarette, watching pornographic videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howz that for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6327944801413561773?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6327944801413561773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6327944801413561773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6327944801413561773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6327944801413561773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-now-at-this-instance-im-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4657118638084711274</id><published>2009-01-03T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:36:35.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh mgmt you came so late in my life. I never knew how good mgmt was, like zomg are they good or what. Chienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sheesha-ed at Haji with sam shai dian jin. the stupid fucking staff threw away the twister box, asswipes. but i was intending to get her a new one anyone, my cousins practically destroyed the damn plastic mat. but still, one of the staff took it out of the bin for me and there was fucking food all over it so disgutz i wanted to puke so i left the box at one of the tables. leave it for them to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to ikea for dinner with moke. how nao brown cow. nice dinner, nice daim cake. i've never felt so broke before. it's just, tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsals in a couple of hours, which leads to the point that open house is in less than a week, which leads to the point that im shivering and trembling while talking about it. i'm that scared. and also i have a shitload of assignments to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fucking new year. how did i manage to feel so happy and annoyed in one post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4657118638084711274?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4657118638084711274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4657118638084711274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4657118638084711274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4657118638084711274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-mgmt-you-came-so-late-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2194383472314568050</id><published>2009-01-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:21:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved 2008. I loved 2008/2009. It was spent with people I have grown to love so much in my life. Thanks guys so much for being a part of my life and taking care of me last night when i had a hahahahahahha MIGRAINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lameass Journalism class on the morning of new years eve, had lunch at eww eww fast food. I wanted to puke so bad and I vowed not to have dinner later with the girls. Went home, did smth stupid, my heart didn't stop racing for half an hour. But well, I had to end the year with a bang right nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinnnnnnah at Siglap's Thai Express with Shiny Dian &amp; Sally. Plans to not eat phailed 'cos the steamboat looked too good to resist. Cabbed to TM to meet Panday and off to Jean's house. Had fun doing normal stuff, what people might do at a TEA PARTY and ethel's cupcakes were da bomb i tell you. Danced to their kinda music and I realised at the end of the day, I kinda liked it. I am in loveeeee with this song from this band but my memory's pretty low at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so many things happened last night and i feel so guilty but not really but still kinda you know but then again, its new years just do anything la. Cabbed back home at 3ish but when I got home, I couldn't sleep kept waking up every 15 mins thinking about youknowwhososhutup and the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong wimme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2194383472314568050?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2194383472314568050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2194383472314568050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2194383472314568050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2194383472314568050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-loved-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7972053577080934148</id><published>2008-12-31T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:11:01.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;for the experience at Coffee Club.&lt;br /&gt;for wonderful O Level results.&lt;br /&gt;for being materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;for being less brand conscious towards the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;for getting into CMM.&lt;br /&gt;for Sally persuading me into getting into CMM.&lt;br /&gt;for old friends.&lt;br /&gt;for new friends.&lt;br /&gt;for having a more socially active life.&lt;br /&gt;for a more lenient motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;for having explored boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;for whoring.&lt;br /&gt;for finally getting a retail job although that lead to another discovery.&lt;br /&gt;for satisfying myself.&lt;br /&gt;for satisfactory grades that should turn awsome soon.&lt;br /&gt;for having enough cash to satisfy myself.&lt;br /&gt;for the temasek kids still being a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;for all the grate memories i've created this year.&lt;br /&gt;for falling for the wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;for being me.&lt;br /&gt;for having fasted the whole month of ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;for things to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;for discovering 'new' friends whom i adore so much in term 2.&lt;br /&gt;for simply letting go, discovering myself &amp; enjoying life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7972053577080934148?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7972053577080934148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7972053577080934148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7972053577080934148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7972053577080934148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-thankful-for-experience-at-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4419117273923343293</id><published>2008-12-30T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:10:07.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I start on being thankful, here's a big Fuck You to the fatherhood. May you be blessed with everyone's love except mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4419117273923343293?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4419117273923343293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4419117273923343293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4419117273923343293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4419117273923343293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-i-start-on-being-thankful-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7497659989790746364</id><published>2008-12-28T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:50:29.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate how I feel extremely out of sorts at the wrong times. I should feel happy but all I feel now is smth so uncommandable. It feels wrong to be me. I feel this urge to watch Sex &amp; The City again. I just watched it in the morning and I need to watch it again to snap me out of this confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't done a single assignment, save for photography. Which, by the way, without Jin I would have nothing. Thanks so much Jin you are sucha saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days to live &amp; I would:&lt;br /&gt;go to the big apple. conveniently die right before fashion week. meet heidi klum. shop with v becks. eat a durian. wear couture. make out with woman from SATC. have tea with christian siriano. throw a tea party. buy an item for every single one of my friends that i adore. party at ibiza. sleepover at the olsens. walk for menswear in milan. write an article. act in a play. go for floorplay. babysit suri cruise. get me a new bag everyday. get me a new outfit every day. visit africa. dance with ellen. slink like someone ahemahem every single day at a new club. spend my last day surrounded with love warmth comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling weepy. Calls for a screening of SATC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7497659989790746364?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7497659989790746364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7497659989790746364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7497659989790746364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7497659989790746364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-how-i-feel-extremely-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3902872440619525937</id><published>2008-12-27T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:40:40.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw the lamest group on fb, but i shouldn't judge since... nvm. it's funny how addicted i am to fb at the moment, it's like i cannot live without it now. fb is my heart, my soul and my world into the other world. am i good with words or am i good with words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo today wasn't entirely wasted on the youths. it was funny being in geylang at one on a friday. i should feel guilty, but i'm not. 'cos it was fun! okay well, maybe not the taking pictures part gimme a minute to bitch about the theme of the latest assignment. anyway, the day wasn't entirely wasted 'cos i did manage to get some pictures and eat carrot cake. after geylang, off to haji to 'take pictures'. what rubbish, we just walked in &amp; out of shops, while the jin &amp; SEAN went to semangat semangat take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA SEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, right now i can't rmb why we bus-ed to town. why did we go to town in the first place? somebody enlighten me, before i blow my mind, or at least before gwen &amp; eve does. the rooftop of wisma is amazing. maybe not amazing, but at least it was a discovery. discoveries are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawn needs to speak more. and tell more secrets. even when hannah &amp; i pretended to be nadhir &amp; james, he wouldn't leak anything! the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wanted to say. again, i must emphasize it was an amazing thing i wanted to say. but i guess it's not that amazing anymore if i forgot nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in two more days. and the feeling is the antithesis of whatever that anyone likes. clothes, for me. why can't we be like normal human beings/students and have an extra week off school? i need to get started on assignments, which are due when the term reopens. not funny, at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3902872440619525937?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3902872440619525937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3902872440619525937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3902872440619525937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3902872440619525937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-saw-lamest-group-on-fb-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3151193994139807674</id><published>2008-12-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:37:02.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The beginning is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBcaQu8_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/IMZyWQ6knwQ/s1600-h/samzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBcaQu8_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/IMZyWQ6knwQ/s320/samzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131325386617842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdajSEdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TTIFsAx0NH8/s1600-h/ernyzaydfoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdajSEdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TTIFsAx0NH8/s320/ernyzaydfoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131342644285906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdSQa8lI/AAAAAAAAAmI/dopcxsq21pg/s1600-h/ernyzaydjacfoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdSQa8lI/AAAAAAAAAmI/dopcxsq21pg/s320/ernyzaydjacfoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131340417692242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdIHTG4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Zb5pnpBh8PU/s1600-h/humperella%2Bboy22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdIHTG4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Zb5pnpBh8PU/s320/humperella%2Bboy22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131337695075202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdNHAMJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2Et15uwxFd4/s1600-h/humperella%2Bboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBdNHAMJI/AAAAAAAAAl4/2Et15uwxFd4/s320/humperella%2Bboy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131339036012690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCQaMpdEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SLV6KAMB-iA/s1600-h/ernykenneth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCQaMpdEI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SLV6KAMB-iA/s320/ernykenneth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132218722677826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCQQGueOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mmNII0IIRP4/s1600-h/drunk+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCQQGueOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/mmNII0IIRP4/s320/drunk+people.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132216013486306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCQOJLy-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/M4nh3_Y5LUI/s1600-h/garnellpandayphillips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCQOJLy-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/M4nh3_Y5LUI/s320/garnellpandayphillips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132215486925794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCPwelQII/AAAAAAAAAmg/Oq_Gi7apF0U/s1600-h/jazzyyouknees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCPwelQII/AAAAAAAAAmg/Oq_Gi7apF0U/s320/jazzyyouknees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132207523610754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCOjKOcuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OBYgy5jGZxg/s1600-h/kathynatmontanapang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUCOjKOcuI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OBYgy5jGZxg/s320/kathynatmontanapang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132186768700130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDEA5BLcI/AAAAAAAAAng/coQKDy2yMF4/s1600-h/zyyouknees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDEA5BLcI/AAAAAAAAAng/coQKDy2yMF4/s320/zyyouknees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133105282657730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDD09E7wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jc0V22uoduY/s1600-h/yaomontanajwsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDD09E7wI/AAAAAAAAAnY/jc0V22uoduY/s320/yaomontanajwsh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133102078455554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDDmBnt-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PjfYy68QXUc/s1600-h/shiny+%26+dhl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDDmBnt-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PjfYy68QXUc/s320/shiny+%26+dhl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133098070980578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDDSfbe7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/xm9SM9lZQTI/s1600-h/montanajwshjazzykathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDDSfbe7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/xm9SM9lZQTI/s320/montanajwshjazzykathy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133092827298738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDDDTRUNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_HajbeaoDk4/s1600-h/youknees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUDDDTRUNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_HajbeaoDk4/s320/youknees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284133088749768914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFZUzSMxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TIoJcdRG4oI/s1600-h/organisers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFZUzSMxI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TIoJcdRG4oI/s320/organisers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284135670427824914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFZBW4aII/AAAAAAAAAoA/hLBGO_gQoBQ/s1600-h/garnellzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFZBW4aII/AAAAAAAAAoA/hLBGO_gQoBQ/s320/garnellzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284135665208420482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFZO3MSgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ix733pCl7hk/s1600-h/zsazsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFZO3MSgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ix733pCl7hk/s320/zsazsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284135668833602050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFY4Rt9vI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SDVH34X3ADE/s1600-h/samyao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFY4Rt9vI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SDVH34X3ADE/s320/samyao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284135662770845426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFXFLRLkI/AAAAAAAAAno/PXRBVlaZrko/s1600-h/ernypang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUFXFLRLkI/AAAAAAAAAno/PXRBVlaZrko/s320/ernypang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284135631873715778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXk27HKI/AAAAAAAAAow/509qj-U5xeQ/s1600-h/dance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXk27HKI/AAAAAAAAAow/509qj-U5xeQ/s320/dance2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137839401573538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXn7yF8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/vna3kVpPib4/s1600-h/kathymontana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXn7yF8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/vna3kVpPib4/s320/kathymontana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137840227260354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXaCXcmI/AAAAAAAAAog/aC_7trSXrUU/s1600-h/drunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXaCXcmI/AAAAAAAAAog/aC_7trSXrUU/s320/drunks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137836496777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXNN5mBI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oeq2uL0zW7s/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHXNN5mBI/AAAAAAAAAoY/oeq2uL0zW7s/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137833055492114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHWcs8w3I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/prEvQTz65eE/s1600-h/samzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUHWcs8w3I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/prEvQTz65eE/s320/samzee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284137820032385906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can prolly decipher that i like exposing angelic erny, if only someone took more pictures at the dance floor where we were sitting around having tea. a tea party! what fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3151193994139807674?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3151193994139807674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3151193994139807674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3151193994139807674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3151193994139807674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginning-is-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVUBcaQu8_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/IMZyWQ6knwQ/s72-c/samzee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4900825027915559473</id><published>2008-12-25T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:36:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVJgjOga5WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HxfY3SxXhQI/s1600-h/yesman-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVJgjOga5WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HxfY3SxXhQI/s320/yesman-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283391471164777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn boy, Yes Man was good :D So good that I kinda forgot how it ended. That's just my memory, or lack of it, speaking. The movie was pretty darn good but woah, saying yes to everything would be... WOAH. But it was a cute movie and the gurrrl is kinda cute. She reminds me of Amelie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda depressed at the moment. It's actually kinda cute how depressed I am at not being at Play hahaha what made me even think I could go! I feel so weird at times. Like when I cabbed to TM with the sis, I was all happy dappy then I realised I shouldn't have called my aunt 'cos now the motherhood's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurrrrl is she pissed or what. But I can't stand touchy people. It's so annoying having to constantly take care of someone's feelings. Not you, 'cos you're cute. But my mum's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do but hahaha I'm trying to persuade Jwsh to have a party at Conrad hee hee. It's not even that important but I'm feeling party-ish. Okay I should just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I wanna get for myself but I don't know what it is. All I know is I might need to rob a bank for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4900825027915559473?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4900825027915559473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4900825027915559473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4900825027915559473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4900825027915559473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-damn-boy-yes-man-was-good-d-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SVJgjOga5WI/AAAAAAAAAlo/HxfY3SxXhQI/s72-c/yesman-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-342335460322377382</id><published>2008-12-23T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:15:22.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh oh oh. Yesterday was a good day. Gooooood day. Well, maybe not in the afternoon, but the night was goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda over the whole LT show, and I just wanted to throw my script away and back out. But I don't think I can. I've lost all my initial excitement. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variations VI ytd at Victoria Concert Hall. Oh boy, everything kinda reminded me of the good old days in Temasek. My kental nak mampos days when I was so obsessed with band, neglecting everything else especially my studies. I would never trade that experience for anything, even if it did scar me to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and Pang has a brother called Shannon! Ha ha ha Ameera, Shyam &amp; Nadia were disturbing him like noone's business and it was so funny 'cos he looked so awkward! But oh boy, some of the songs were sooo good. Ooh and the encore piece was so catchy. Everyone started laughing when they played the school song! HA HA HA and all the juniors started singing enthusiastically which was kinda hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others were feeling kinda hungry so headed to Macs for dinner. Everyone ate, except me 'cos I was busy checking results of photog assignment and snapping pictures of everyone. Those turned out to be the only pictures I took the entire night. Cabbed to Goldkist Chalet for the parddddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was kinda bland. The music was horrible. The organisers were panicking. Then people started dancing and doing... stuff. Then ha ha ha I played my music, which is so coolnakmampos, and everyone started getting it on. Oh and I nearly lost my iPod but found it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were konfusing, to say the least. Met so many people, forgot all their names in the next minute. Everyone just got it on, got loose, broke into the chalets next door. People started grinding and humping each other like noone's business. Ah, then smth happened I can't rmb and Jwsh stopped the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in need of some TLC, so I left for Macs with Sam, Denise &amp; Vanessa. Hakeem pretty much took care of Dian &amp; Shairah after Salmah left, then they popped by Macs. I walked back the long distance back to the chalet and oh boy, was I tired or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party started again and oh boy that was one party I would never forget. Never. But it was also one of the funnest parties I went to ha ha ah not that I went to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back home and I didn't have the energy to even pull off my clothes. Gurrrrl I didn't even switch on the fan and when I woke up, I was perspiring like noone's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I wanna go out for the next few days. All that partying has got me so tired and I'm only seventeen. Ah and youuuuu :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-342335460322377382?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/342335460322377382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=342335460322377382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/342335460322377382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/342335460322377382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1354985508489191448</id><published>2008-12-16T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:19:01.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So instead of attempting to watch Finding Forrester, I'm doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Gossip Girl trivia on facebook, viewing accounts, staring at GB and anything but doing the two most important things at the moment. I just can't bring myself to watch the movie 'cos I'm so bored. It wouldn't make sense to you, but it does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm also dreaming about New York. Every page I browse is like a corner of New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to visit New York. I wanna go there alone and have a whirlwind romance and come back. Actually, not really. I would love to go there with friends who just want to have fun. The bigger the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I think. Now, what I think I should do is watch the damn movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1354985508489191448?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1354985508489191448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1354985508489191448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1354985508489191448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1354985508489191448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-instead-of-attempting-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5127909914614619243</id><published>2008-12-16T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:13:59.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally satisfied my craving for Ikea. Noh, not the meatballs 'cos I will never eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this with such certainty 'cos I know I will never eat pork. So shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after rehearsals recorded my opening number at one of the editing suites and off to Giant/Ikea to get shirts for the extras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrl it was fun, although at my expense ha ha ha but it's all in the name of art, I tell myself. ART I TELL YOU. Urgh but I ain't gonna wear sleeveless due to my urghness back. Off to Ikea for an extremely late lunch and we sat there til 7ish, chatting &amp; eating. So fun, but there were no more Cheesecake! So I had Daim cake hee hee still good but I still want the damn cheesecake D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to bring more to the plate. Dammit. I agree, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5127909914614619243?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5127909914614619243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5127909914614619243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5127909914614619243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5127909914614619243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-finally-satisfied-my-craving-for-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3536002396713879252</id><published>2008-12-15T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:33:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. OH. I am so drained. Test week is over and I am relieved. Journalism paper wasn't that bad, thank god I studied for it. Although, I might have gotten some stuff wrong. Hmm. Anyhoo, MMP paper was kinda horrid. It was not even hard! But I didn't study that much, and neither did anyone else. So, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threadless stuff came! Hee hee and I'm starting another spree. Technically, I'm sealing the spree in a couple of hours can't wait! Rehearsals for Open House were alright. I think I can do better but I was feeling... shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so. After MMP on Friday, had Council meeting then I thought of going for the French Connection sale alone. But Hey Ho! I found Dian &amp; Shairah, and thank god I did otherwise I wouldn't have had so much fun :D I went a lil... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love that word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, French Connection sale was kinda great. I love my sequined top and Girl, Don't Judge Me. I know you're kinds judging me, 'cos I said sequins but seriously, I've been eyeing that top since ever! I even got them to give extra discount 'cos there was like a short strand of sequins missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk where we went after that. I think it was lunch. Zomg the food was so good and cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Zara to looklook seesee. I ended up buying the awsomest bottoms hee hee I feel so happy !! HAPPPPPPPPPPY. Then bought the cutest cocktail ring at Massimo and off to Mango to look at the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn was it crowded but the sale was so awsom possum. Dian &amp; Shairah went crazy! Well, so did I but hee hee it was sooo good! I fell in love with a bag but I knew my dad was gonna give me shit about it so I didn't get it. Got a couple of stuff for fun to give to my sister for her birthday ha ha. Then, got tired but we still went ard looking for cute kids items at Shaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fit into kids lor so don't judge me. Again. Anyhoo, the girls went off to Haji after that and I went to meet Ersy to go to Aqilah's. Oh boy, the night was fun. It was like an impromptu Moke gathering. I didn't realise it at one point, but all 5 of us were at one table together and it reminded me of old times. &amp; I miss that so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Shida left, Zai, Ersy, Zana &amp; I decided to head to the park. I loved the time we spent together. I miss the camaraderie of the old times. As usual, I talked too much. But we caught up with each other, made fun, and humped the funny playground thing. Hee hee we should definitely have an Ikea session soon. Or go watch the Angus movie! And Hip Diner :D I was supposed to be home by 1 but I came home at 4 ha ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I just lied to my parents saying I accidently fell asleep at Aqilah's and no one woke me up. Thing is, my mum didn't mind. But my annoying father was being all 'Don't make this a habit'. I was kinda pissed off 'cos I only go out late at night like once in a couple of months? So, what's he talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was so worth it. Catching up with old friends and I miss everyone so much. So, the entire Saturday the fatherhood decided to piss me off. Oh boy, I didn't even buy anything in town. I was just so uninspired. At Mango, I decided to get my sister that bag that I wanted for her birthday. Ha ha ha but obv I'm gonna use it once in awhile. Bumped into Sidhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAHINI SHIARAH SIDHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Simpang, bumped into someone I can't rmb who. Then off to TM to catch Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi. It was quite an awsom possum show but I was too tired to laugh, smile or cry properly. And my seat was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm screwed. I have not seen Finding Forrester and my leadership assignment is due in 4 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3536002396713879252?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3536002396713879252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3536002396713879252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3536002396713879252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3536002396713879252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1915906851268297638</id><published>2008-12-10T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:51:40.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a Threadless Spree now. Email me or leave a tag if you want stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.threadless.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1915906851268297638?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1915906851268297638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1915906851268297638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1915906851268297638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1915906851268297638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/having-threadless-spree-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1858863119155231860</id><published>2008-12-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:09:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SUU8U8hN5xI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DQ13DuYsQMM/s1600-h/stanchart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SUU8U8hN5xI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DQ13DuYsQMM/s320/stanchart.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279692468702275346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanchart was a big fuck. A huge big fuck. I ended up being tired and physically drained. And wearing white shoes in a muddy field was pretty smart. But the atmosphere was great. Only, I wasn't feeling it. Pinoy woman annoyed me beyond reason and I wanted to push her over the railings, allowing her to be trampled by the stampede, that is the humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Stanchart, what a waste you were. I only hope there are several good peeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got home, I slept from 1030am to 8pm. It was such a good sleep even though I felt so icky. But it was sooo good. I can't recall what I did after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Haji just now at my place and my paternal grandparents. My mum's parents are away at Surabaya to sacrifice sheeps/cows, so there's only one place to go this year! It feels good to leave the house really late. Maybe we should do this every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1858863119155231860?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1858863119155231860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1858863119155231860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1858863119155231860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1858863119155231860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/stanchart-was-big-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SUU8U8hN5xI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DQ13DuYsQMM/s72-c/stanchart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7971705559379826051</id><published>2008-12-08T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:22:20.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyQGvAgu3s8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyQGvAgu3s8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks that the cover is better than the original. Plus, it helps that he's Gabe Bondoc. And look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7971705559379826051?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7971705559379826051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7971705559379826051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7971705559379826051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7971705559379826051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-thinks-that-cover-is-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3961969392947186033</id><published>2008-12-07T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:31:14.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am loving life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I will be jobless in two weeks? Who cares if money is tight at the mo? Who cares if there are sales everywhere and it might drive me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cos I've learnt, after a long time, to just fucking accpet things as it is. Yes, I will whine like an annoying bitch from time to time about how "unfair" life is, but that is just as a means to release all that energy I have in me. We all know how much energy I have pent up in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, life's looking pretty awesome. I won't have much time to myself during the holidays, what with the recent intrusion of my participation in the LT show. I'm scared as hell, trying to play a something that Hirzi has done. I'm nervous hell, facing a huge audience. But, I'm also looking forward to it 'cos I haven't done much for Council and being with Sally would be pretty darn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 1 hour 11 minutes, I will be meeting Jawsh, Sam &amp; Grace to snap snaps for the StanChart marathon at the ungodly hour of 0430hours. I really hope to be able to take some awesome photos, may god bless me eventhough I've been terrible and not praying much. Too little time, too many excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pay just clocked in 3 hours ago. Finally, money to fill up the depleting bank balance. The past month has been unfair to the bank balance, and I can safely say &lt;em&gt;Au Revoir&lt;/em&gt; to Bangkok. But I might find a job with lesser working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can ever not work. I feel so depressed at the thought of not having sufficient cash. Sufficient, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a wonderful toast for the wonderful month of December- a great memory for the 2 tests I'm having in a week, wonderful LT show rehearsals, finishing the assignments earlier, a wonderful Christmas, an even better New Year's and may god throw money into my face to buy more... Stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3961969392947186033?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3961969392947186033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3961969392947186033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3961969392947186033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3961969392947186033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-loving-life-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7319770577056435455</id><published>2008-12-03T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:09:17.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your ignorance is seriously fucking pissing me off. I'm only fucking 17, so hold your fucking responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got half the mind to just tell people off. The brain was invented for a fucking reason, so stop fucking annoying me by not using it. I would elaborate, but well, too touchy a subject ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT Show meeting today was fun. What I didn't know was that we were doing the same script with a couple of edits here and there. My lines are so fucking long, I think I will shorten it ha ha ha. Oh and we have to do for 3 days, 8 shows a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Days, 8 Shows Each Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 FUCKING SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg I am gonna turn into a tranny after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7319770577056435455?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7319770577056435455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7319770577056435455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7319770577056435455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7319770577056435455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-ignorance-is-seriously-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8123473174139625630</id><published>2008-12-01T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:19:25.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg I am so fucking exhasuted beyond words. The past week has been torture for me. But it's kinda my fault for doing a Sem 1 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I did my assignments last minute again. Like, geez when will I learn? I'm anticipating the holidays next week. I've never been more glad to hear of a two-week break. Technically, it's 3 weeks but the first week I have 2 tests, so that doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I will do is to sleep without Brrritney screaming into my ears that she's on my Radar. And I'm not telling Fox that I'm having a break, 'cos they'll demand me to work longer hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm annoying my managers 'cos I keep on calling in sick, ending early, changing schedules. Hah I don't care that much actually. I don't talk to them at work 'cos we have absolutely nothing to talk about and the majority of the workers are Chinoise and they keep on fucking babbling in Chinese which just annoys the fuck outta me so I entertain myself by singing along to Hannah Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG DO YOU KNOW FOX TAMP HAS HANNAH MONTANA GREATEST HITS ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG SO HAPPY! HA HA HA SUKERRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lemme recollect what I did last week. I know it consisted of work a hell lot. I also know that I couldn't have gotten through the week without Joshua and Michelle. I love you guys so much, you are awesom possum like Abba's Greatest Hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of late hours, little sleep and my assignments are finally over. For this half of the sem, at least. The other half, I shall worry after I've gotten my first 10-hour or longer nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha nap my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute little perky ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh the only thing I remember is of Friday onwards. Headed to school to do some stupid role play for a stupid e-learning subject, then off to City Hall with Kim Sam Mich &amp; Grace to snap snaps. The day was annoyingly hot and there were a million fucking insects at St Andrews Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh there was a photographer at the cathedral and I wanted Kim to ask him to interpret A Sense of Scale but she was too lazy to run after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched and I headed to Esplanade to take some of my better peeks. Oooh and I also love Jin oh so much even if he's such a virjin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA GEDDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwd you guys are wols. Anyhoo, if not for Jin's zoom lens I don't think I could have gotten such nice shots. So Kim left for her sister's pardy, Grace &amp; Mich joined me to snap more snaps then Starbucked. Off to meet Jin to pass his Canon, then did a little shopping ard Raffles City Shopping Centre and bought the most amazingly cheap top from Esprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esprit Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being 'thin'. I didn't even realise they were checkered until I paid for them, and you know how checkered looks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the Gran's house to frolick and molick. My cousin's crush is like the weirdest 17 year old I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: So, do you watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hentai ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Him: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Nothing kidding ha ha. You?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah I like Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I used to watch *smth* and Masked Rider when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA CUE LAUGHTER. I burst out laughing every single time he texted 'cos the poor, clueless guy thinks that he is 'flirting'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, what I do is so much closer to flirting than that excuse you have for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, workworkwork in the morning shift. I was at the kids/babies section and I think I wanna permanently station myself there 'cos the parents are so demanding that I'm never bored. The parentals fetched me and we rushed to CK/Pedro sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The q was like fucking long la. You would think that people were q-ing for freebies. I told myself that I would leave with at least one shoe. And I left with two :D They were quite a bargain, even if it did dent my bank balance much more than I thought it would. But it's not fair 'cos the girls stuff were so much cheaper. Like the guy's shoes started from 29 but the girls one ended at 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee bumped into kutipai there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner somewhere and off home for some HP-loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workworkwork on Sunday morning, couldn't get excused. Left at 2 and off to Haji to meet Mich &amp; Sam to snap snaps. And to meet Jin who was with Sal &amp; Nigel. Had ice cream at Erny's shoppe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that gerger is like so selenge nak mampos. I tasted the Butterscotch &amp; Pecan, right? And I was like don't give me the pecan. Then, she went Oh I'm only giving you the nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT HA HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't geddit, go knock your head and put on a chastity belt 'cos you don't deserve to erupt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Banquet and back to this awesome sheesha place at Bali which is air-conditioned. And the ambience is fucking nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ersy's gonna be happy after this ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others left and I went flea-ing in the last hour with Erny. It was so horribly dark and I couldn't see anything it was annoying but all the stuff were gone anyway. Although Erny got away with the awesome curduroy jacket that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chienne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the lagoon thereafter with le familia. Fulfilling, but I felt fat and I wanted to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was horrible. I woke up at 9ish and Mich fetched me from home to Loyang Point to print our photos. Breakfast at Macs, then I went to check on the peeks while Mich finished eating 'cos the fattie ordered a Mega Meal thingum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pantek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fucking realised that they cut off the damn pictures la! I was so damn pissed then I had to develop the same 2 peeks in a bigger size so I could see everything. I wasted like a million bucks there how fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to my place 'cos I left my file at home. Cabbed to school, and off to Xerox to mount the peeks on foam for prez. Ms Nileey didn't wanna tell me which of the 2 pictures I should mount, so I mounted both and asked for everyone's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally settled for one like 20 minutes before the practical test. I cheated on the practical test, like who didn't. We were only allowed to take two pictures, but I took several and deleted the ones that I didn't like ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression followed so I dragged Mich to watch Wild Child. Hee hee sukerrr! Even though it was fucking short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a blister from my new Pedros. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm gonna unprivatise this blog. It's damn annoying to keep on logging on. I don't fucking care if people I don't like read my blog, it's kinda inevitable in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that they would know the meaning of inevitable ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPxAUZjqrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/t2teEPbIHBI/s1600-h/PICS_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPxAUZjqrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/t2teEPbIHBI/s320/PICS_2464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274824576359180978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPw_1z6MhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-Rq30pQPJzc/s1600-h/PICS_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPw_1z6MhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-Rq30pQPJzc/s320/PICS_2449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274824568148210194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two shots I took forever to decide on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyG8DwiUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_I3veTe0aBw/s1600-h/PICS_2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyG8DwiUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/_I3veTe0aBw/s320/PICS_2452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274825789596010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyGcSa0-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/W-2HCP6ffLU/s1600-h/PICS_2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyGcSa0-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/W-2HCP6ffLU/s320/PICS_2450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274825781067568098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyF3r-D1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Jxr6cfY_RnA/s1600-h/PICS_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyF3r-D1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Jxr6cfY_RnA/s320/PICS_2421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274825771242622802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyFf9sBjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xgFeQLnQGw4/s1600-h/PICS_2383edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPyFf9sBjI/AAAAAAAAAj0/xgFeQLnQGw4/s320/PICS_2383edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274825764874487346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other 'nice' shots. I like them so shut up if you think you have better pictures ha ha ha. No people shots but I think Sal/Jin/Mich/Sam/Nigel has them. Who knows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;bitchiboi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8123473174139625630?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8123473174139625630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8123473174139625630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8123473174139625630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8123473174139625630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/12/zomg-i-am-so-fucking-exhasuted-beyond.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/STPxAUZjqrI/AAAAAAAAAjs/t2teEPbIHBI/s72-c/PICS_2464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-981083465412970606</id><published>2008-11-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:26:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:12px;background-image:url('http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg');background-repeat:no-repeat;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833" title="eSpin the Bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" alt="Behold... My Future" title="Behold... My Future" width="350" height="150" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Shia LeBeouf&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;New York&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Mansion&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;1 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;Navy blue Chrysler&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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Haircut at Essensuals was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONFUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought Marcus was gonna do the same style 'cos I've grown accustomed to it since whatshisname did it for me. So, I didn't think anything was wrong when Marcus asked to square my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look like a circle in a square. I've proven the logic wrong! At least smth fruitful materialised from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I look like Link Larkin from Hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSrBFLawTUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/M5YyRoJiNok/s1600-h/linklarkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSrBFLawTUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/M5YyRoJiNok/s320/linklarkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238608499100994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of my ugg hair but it's in Gin's DSLR. Hee hee I felt like such a man after the haircut. Like so raw, so masculine, so butch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Marcus took like 1 and a half hours to cut my hair. Just 'cos I said my lesson started at 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;222222222.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Kids 21 at Paragon to check out the sale and I had additional discount if I used my debit card :D But then horx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING LOOKED SO WEIRD. ESP WITH MY WEIRD LINK LARKIN HAIR LIKE KNN MOTHERFUCKER LA. With my old hair, I think I could pull it off but then I LOOK LIKE THE FREAKING OUTSIDERS I.E. BRAD PITT IN THAT MOVIE HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to check out the other Kids 21 outlet at Isetan Scotts &amp; Forum, so I went over to Zara to exchange the top that I bought for her YOU SEE I'M LIKE THE WORLD'S BEST SON OR SMTH I SHOULD GET A FUCKING AWARD OR FREE CLOTHES FROM CLUB 21 AND THE WORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going down the stairs at Wheelock's branch, I noticed this woman staring at me. Naturally, I looked at her. A few minutes later I realised, it was her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSrE5kKphII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6ieDWLQOKoc/s1600-h/nadiahutagalung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSrE5kKphII/AAAAAAAAAjQ/6ieDWLQOKoc/s320/nadiahutagalung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272242807030514818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so goood without make up! Hugatagalunglunglung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE reactions in school towards my Link Larkin haircut. Ha ha ha I kinda expected that but when I went into the tutorial room, everyone was like OMG ZOMG OMG ZOMG. Photog was surprisingly fun. Gin came over with Youknees to lend me his DSLR and I happily snapped away for the rest of tutorial. Fyi, it's on P-mode so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Itas then off to send my specs ha ha ha made fiqqy &amp; felin accompany me to the eyeshop on the pretext that i will be blind without my specs and siallah i was really blind. I couldn't see much, everything was such a blur. Thank god those two darlings stayed behind to make sure I got on the right bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, when my Razr vibrated in the bus, I knew that someone I knew was in the bus but I couldn't see them, could I? Turns out, Sam was in the bus so she came down and laughed at me then we gabbed for awhile before I went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Gin came to Pasir Ris to take back his camera and he lives at Yio Chu Kang! Or Chua Chu Kang. I know it's smth Kang la. But it's damn far la! And I couldn't see him at all ha ha ha. Walked him to the bus stop and walked home in a state of blindness. It suddenly dawned on me how beautiful all the lights were in my state of near-blindness. The multi-coloured lights shaped like snowflakes, bouncing off the shiny exterior of cars. I haven't seen smth that lovely in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from hauling 2 huge-ass sofas from Aunt Nancy's house. She's off flying, so is her husband and her cat's home alone and it's eyes are like red. Freaky much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to complete Journalism &amp; resume tonight! TONIGHT WILL BE THE NIGHT THAT I WILL SOMETHING SOMETHING....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4133593897172696301?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4133593897172696301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4133593897172696301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4133593897172696301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4133593897172696301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/yaya-cutting-hair-tmr-d-then-club-21.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSrBFLawTUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/M5YyRoJiNok/s72-c/linklarkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4535868487368110797</id><published>2008-11-23T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:46:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pentas&lt;/em&gt; on Friday was nothing short of spectacular. It showed me how much I love the Malay cultural arts scene, since my first cultural arts show in TJC. The entire production was show-stopping, funny &amp; dramatic. Thank god I decided to go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday was wonderfully planned. Headed to school to take some shots of TPDE's dance performance at The Plaza, but Erny's camera conked out. That was also spectacular, watching the dancers. Hee hee and someone else of course okay shut up. Met Erny and she fixed her DSLR! What luck. Bus-ed to PP with ZY, Jasmine &amp; Boo, hung with them for awhile before heading to Siglap for Salmah's surprise birthday thingum at Thai Express. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you ah that girl is blessed! BLESSED. Ha ha ha she was pretty speechless when she saw her present :D Lunchy lunchy here and there, they decided to go to town so I went off to school to meet the girls before the performance. Thank god I decided not to cab 'cos I still reached there pretty early. Fiqqy, Fana &amp; I sat at the 3rd row, 'cos I wanted to get good shots but then horx, THE CAMERA COULDN'T ZOMM FAR ENOUGH! HA HA HA WTF IS UP WITH MY LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeh then after the perf, hugged people here &amp; there and gave Fatin her rose. Her Pinoy boyfriend sat in the audience! And he can't even understand Malay! Ha ha ha that's dedication siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me if I use siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still gonna judge me right? Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I skipped work on Saturday, faked vomitting &amp; shitting. Cherry asked to produce an MC but I couldn't care less. Thank god I skipped work, 'cos I went to Marina with my aunt's family, and my cousin's family and it was sooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stabucks Marina first 'cos my cousin's brother is the manager there so we got drinks on the house yawwwwwww. Technically, he's my cousin also but then horx you might get konfused. There were like 12 of us, fyi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I collected my grey Zara jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee I went on a shopping frenzy. I bought everything in grey. Suker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Simpang for dinner and off to the aunt's house to chill and bitch about annoying stingy aunts who make use of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH HA HA HA I STRAIGHTENED MY HAIR HA HA HA IT WAS FUNNY NAK MAMPOS MY HAIR LOOKED LIKE A WHAT-NOT-TO-DO-TO-YOUR-HAIR SIA. BUT I LIKED THE FEELING OF STRAIGHT HAIR EVEN IF IT LOOKED POKEY &amp; RIGID LIKE A HARD PENIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home ard 2am and I surprised myself by waking up in time for morning shift at 10! Work is gonna be alright, that's if I have work to do. I folded clothes for my entire shift and time passed by rather fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss Vivo much D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q's making an offer hard to resist, I think I might schedule it for the day before Standard Chartered marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh, funny encounter at men's toilet before French. Before Kim tries to blackmail me, I shall tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this post though. It's lengthy enough as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya cutting hair tmr :D then Club 21 sale :D then photography D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4535868487368110797?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4535868487368110797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4535868487368110797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4535868487368110797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4535868487368110797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/pentas-on-friday-was-nothing-short-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7655042458573955798</id><published>2008-11-21T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:11:36.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday was a good day. Wednesday was a good day. Thursday was a good, albeit tiring day. I think today will be just as marvelous. I'm putting back all the assignments and I'm just starting on them though I've been thinking on what to write. Thinking a lot. Maybe excessive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo &lt;em&gt;Mardi&lt;/em&gt; was good 'cos of meeting old friends. Mardi=Tuesday, just practicing my wonderful French skills, even if I had to refer to the book. Met Zana &amp; Zah at City Hall before walking to Fullerton for Gelare and I took some rather ugly shots for A Sense Of Scale, I need to rip off someone's work ha ha ha. Took more pictures of the two bimbos and this cute Caucasian couple popped into one of their pictures and it was so adorable! Zana &amp; I left for Siglap to meet Shida &amp; Ersy for dinner and Gelare again. Had dinner at The Hut, back to Gelare and bumped into schoolmates, then back home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a slob for not doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mercredi&lt;/em&gt; was supposed to be awesome but Journalism in the morning ruined everything 'cos the Selvanator is like a dictator. That rhymes, Sherlock. Ooooh Mikell's iPhone is awesome I love the games in there it's like mind-boggling. Hung about school with Kim &amp; Amanda attempting to do work. I'm sure they did but I was contemplating on going for Jam&amp;Hop or studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha guess which I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to TCC with Farhanah Dana &amp; Fiqqy. I couldn't get into Jam&amp;Hop 'cos I wasn't wearing the shirt eventhough I had the sticker. Security was fucking tight and it annoyed the hell out of me. I mean like, it's not like as if the pre-pubescent soon-to-be freshies will even enjoy a freaking Jam&amp;Hop, they're all too shy to function. So, met up with The Rejects, Sally Dian &amp; Shiny (they didn't get in too) and lazed about school before deciding to go for dinner. Cabbed to Simpang and had awesome seafood eventhough I wanted to puke after that. Must have been the fact that I've never laughed so much in a really long time. Ha ha ha the bunch of them are sooo hilarious. Cabbed back home with Cleavage &amp; Shiny, and found out that Shiny &amp; I have TELEPATI- we sang Womanizer at the same time ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a slob for not doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh then &lt;em&gt;Jeudi&lt;/em&gt; was pretty awesome too. I finally came home early but it was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SALLYWALLY, WINNIETAN &amp; BUBU. Bought a cake from the nearby bakery, cabbed to school &amp; left the cake in BizPark like how I did for Joshua's birthday. After lecture, surprised both Ms Tan &amp; Sally, outside her classroom, with the cake. When we went into the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward turtle moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the cake, took some shots and Sally actually fell for the trick! Dian asked her to come closer to the cake to take a picture and Youknees grabbed the last remaining piece and smashed it into her face. I was shocked 'cos Youknees was so violent ha ha ha. Then off to lunch, studied a little for French MY NUMBERS ARE GOOOOOD. Leadership bored me, save for the little role-play that my group did. French tut &amp; lec was awesome. The mock test was surprisingly doable hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like a slob anymore 'cos I managed to sync my iPod, although I can't get the damn French audio files inside. Okay fine I didn't study but I did smth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be awesome- Farhanah's &amp; Dana's dance performance at The Plaza where I'm gonna pretend to be an awesome photographer, followed by Sally's surprise birthday thingy at Siglap, then back to school for Pentas :D Hee hee I'm so happy Farhanah managed to get tickets still ha ha ha okay I'm delirious ooh I'm about to finish my cover letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to cut my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7655042458573955798?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7655042458573955798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7655042458573955798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7655042458573955798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7655042458573955798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-823343652334829937</id><published>2008-11-16T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:46:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am exhausted beyond fucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo the past week has been rather busy. Last day of work at Vivo on Wednesday was kinda bland. Started work at Tampines on Saturday and it was... cold. Like seriously, the temperature was freezing! I kept on rubbing my hands and going to the toilet to pee. But the people there are nice even Sandy! Although she's a freak of nature. My initial plan was to surprise Farhanah on Saturday but that woman skipped work for dance and I had no one to look forward to at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible thing about Tampines is that everyone goes there so I meet like 5 people I know every time. Spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was supposed to be chillax day but I went to school at 1ish to meet the awsomz Jwsh who lent me his DSLR to snapsnap peektures. I do injustice to a DSLR. Everyone left so I headed to Engine with Ale &amp; Jus and we snapped random pictres of anything and everything which lead us to a great discovery of this Adventure thingum near the swimming pool! It's so The Boys Are Back. Ha ha ha. Wait lemme show you a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSA9-_mGFJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HbcKoA_Yly0/s1600-h/_MG_6485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSA9-_mGFJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HbcKoA_Yly0/s320/_MG_6485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269279716455879826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right right right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Salvation Army with a reluctant Justin. What a waste of fucking time I swear. I wonder how Liyana got her clothes there. Or maybe I misheard her when she said the name of the branch 'cos the SA at Changi was horrid. Like really small and retarded. Left in a matter of minutes and Jus offered to cab to town. Which he instantly regretted ha ha ha. Argued about where to lunch and guess where we settled down at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha we went all the way to town just to eat BK how weird. And I was telling Ale that I haven't spent a single cent of my pay. I should have just shut up cos the next minute I bought my Zara jeans and Chrissy's album. Ha ha ha and I have yet to listen to the darn album 'cos I am that busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans to do school work has bombed yet again. Maybe this whole school/work thing isn't exactly working out. But I really need to work dammit. So, I've got people to meet on Tuesday and hopefully Wednesday but I might need to do photog instead. Thursday I intend to keep it free to do MMP &amp; PerComm assigments. Friday have to head down to school to watch Farhanah dance and Pentas at night! I'm so excited 'cos I haven't seen a malay cultural show in ages. Saturday's work and Sunday work in the morn then back home to do more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-823343652334829937?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/823343652334829937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=823343652334829937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/823343652334829937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/823343652334829937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-exhausted-beyond-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SSA9-_mGFJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/HbcKoA_Yly0/s72-c/_MG_6485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1829386851511611767</id><published>2008-11-13T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:53:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OJ</title><content type='html'>Happey Seventeenth Pearlynn Ang :D I feel so horrid 'cos I kept wishing her like days before her actual birthday but when it came to her actual birthday, I totally forgot until Michelle shouted Happy Birthday in PerCom tutorial class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how good Oreos tasted. They're like fucking delicious. Not a good idea eating it while at work, 'cos I kept having to check my mouth/teeth after every single bite. I think I looked at the mirror more than Afiqah &amp; Dana for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling delirious at the mo. I'm not even tired and that's a miracle. I think I might be deluding myself 'cos I feel like doing MM Prin, studying for PerCom 'cos I think there might be a pop quiz during lecture and I wanna come prepared Ha ha ha for once. So what else do I wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right email my aunt the questions for the interview since she doesn't wanna have a face-to-face interview. But I might pop by her office on Friday to take a picture of her in her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZOMG SMTH EXCITING HAPPENED IN THE PAST WEEK BUT NOT TO ME LA EXCITING THINGS DON'T HAPPEN TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my aunt's like BFF-ish, Nancy, is like a chief stewardess for SIA so she always takes charge of the First Class cabin. So, during one particular flight, there was this doood sitting with his hoodie covering half his head so noone recognised him. Guess who it was!!!! Hee hee it was Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRRRRRRRRISSSSSS BRRRRRROWWWWWWWWWWWWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHAHHAHAHAA so exciting right? Chrissy actually put his name as Mr. Brown for more anonymity but I guess that didn't work ha ha. So Nancy took a picture and I was thinking of asking my aunt to ask her for a copy so that I can crop Nancy out and put me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee oh and Chris Brown drank OJ throughout the entire flight. Redundant point but now, Aunt keeps on drinking that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1829386851511611767?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1829386851511611767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1829386851511611767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1829386851511611767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1829386851511611767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/oj.html' title='OJ'/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5920201077583971751</id><published>2008-11-10T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:23:02.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh darling, annoyance now occupies a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I have I'm Yours to pacify me. And Green Apple soda, which I find really addictive in the wee hours of the morning. Okay I'm lying, it's only 1231AM, or so says the clock, which we all know could be lying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I think I shall wake up in the morn, jog to get rid of all the excess energy building up in my petit(not petite 'cos Madame Karen says petit is the male version) body. More like awkward, gangly and lanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that checking into Vbus every 5 minutes appear to have taken a toll on my lappie since I now can't access it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut my hair. Then, more excess weight off my chest. Or my head, in this case. All I want is to have nice hair. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking of Essensuals and Club 21 sale afterwards. Alone, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5920201077583971751?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5920201077583971751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5920201077583971751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5920201077583971751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5920201077583971751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-darling-annoyance-now-occupies-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-222464789032736260</id><published>2008-11-08T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:41:33.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe Bondoc = Awsomz</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I hate coffee but I'm kinda addicted to Dutch Lady's Coffee Milk. Weeeeird ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo I can't rmb what I did for the past week. I can't even rmb what I blogged about. K gimme a min to check my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH I WANNA TELL YOU ABOUT MY RETARDED BOSS. Yeah, work I know that's all I bitch about nowadays but seriously, that's the only "happening" thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shall go in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how tired I am? I AM FUCKING TIRED. Like seriously, hands off to anyone who juggles work and school and annoying other itty bitty gritty details that I shouldn't go into detail here. I had to rush to Vivo after photog tutorial on Monday and again on Wednesday after percom lecture. Every single time, I think of skipping work and I get to work with a tired face but somehow I always manage to be darn happy at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, maybe not darn happy but more like, my worries for the day and my tiredness instantaneously gets lifted away. Which is why I'm transferring to Tampines. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the new managers are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's quitting/transferring. Btw, what's up with Pinoys holding the position of Shop Managers at every single Fox outlet? Do we have a shortage of labour here? So when I came on Wednesday, I had the luck of working with Roger who wears a size S Fox tee when I wear a fucking size M. Thing is I don't give a damn if you have armpit hair, but wtf HIS ARMPIT HAIR POTRUDES OUT OF HIS SHIRT AND HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO LIFT HIS HAND UP LIKE WTF SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's so annoying. Like a roach that you just wanna stamp out. Like, he has this smug expression on his face that goes Hey I'm Pinoy and I have a higher rank than you all. Oh darling, you're only a senior staff after working there for more than 3 years so stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS A TWAT PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone sleeps and dreams about Mamaboy, Blueshirtboy, Matreps and Fiona Xie, I was fortunate enough to be able to get up at 8 and go for work. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about my new shop manager, Elisa, is that she's just so....... FUCKING ANNOYINGLY HAPPY AND PERKY LIKE THOSE PESKY CHEERLEADERS DURING THE ACTUAL PERFORMANCE. She smiles and looks at you with concern and laughs and makes you greet in a really happy voice I think she's Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha the funny thing was that she got into an argument with the AC servicemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: When we repair the aircon, it's not supposed to be effective 'cos there's so many aircons in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;ELISA: You mean you do work but it's not effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she infuriated the hell out of the servicemen and made them stick tissue paper on it to see if it's working HA HA HA CLASSIC. But she's so much better than Roger that cunt and she's so nice that I think I can take advantage of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee I just did :D I told her that my schedule is only 2 days and she said Thanks! hahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo I got home at ard 7, then I went for a jog around half of Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT FOR A FUCKING JOG AROUND PASIR RIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I'm desperate. Now I'm like on this health streak that will not last 'cos I wanna lose my cheek fats. Any idea how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched Penelopeeeeeeeeeee. You know the one with Christina Ricci and her having a pig's snout? Hee hee Sam was right it's kinda touching. Even if a tad short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I went to school on Friday to meet Fiqqy for storytelling session then had lunch at Itas and went opp school to get Oreo Banana and stationeries zomg i love stationeries they're so cool. Then back to school where I found out that I have no choice but to do the LT Show for the open house. I think it would be fun but in front of like a million people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm quite screwed 'cos I have many projects due soon and I haven't memorised so much stuff. I need to revise Percom, understand all that crap about photography, figure out why is photog being such a bitch, find a venue for photog group project, interview my aunt for MM Prin, start on my journals for PerCom, memorise French shtuff, watch Finding Forrester for Leadership, copy down the many notes that I did not copy and practise my photog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh school, how much I love you and hate you at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's High School Musical 3, Survivor, Gossip Girl, Desperate Housewive, Ugly Betty, Gabe Bondoc, Boyce Avenue, friends and money to look forward to every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-222464789032736260?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/222464789032736260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=222464789032736260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/222464789032736260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/222464789032736260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/gabe-bondoc-awsomz.html' title='Gabe Bondoc = Awsomz'/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2992599626342672881</id><published>2008-11-04T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:07:21.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAH FUCK I AM SO FUCKING PISSED LIKE KANINA CHEEBAI LA MOFO MEDIA MANAGEMENT PRINCIPLES SO FUCKING ANNOYING LIKE ASSHOLE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH FUCKING HELL AM I PISSED OR WHAT. LIKE THEY THINK WE SO FREE AH WANT TO SPEND 10 HOURS DOING AN ONLINE SUBJECT EVERY WEEK YOU THINK YOUR MOTHER PAY MY ELECTRICITY BILL ISSIT THEN YOU THINK WE DONT GET DISTRACTED AND WE ALSO GET DISTRACTED BY KONFUSED PEOPLE SO WE HAVE TO GUIDE EVERYONE ZOMG THIS ELEARNING THING IS SO STUPID ITS SENDING EVERYONE CRAZY I AM GONNA KILL SOMEONE TMR YOU MOTHERFUCKING BITCH I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL YOU SON OF A CUNT ZOMG AM I FUCKING PISSED OR WHAT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA I AM NOT LAUGHING IM SCREAMINNGG. FUCKCKKCKCKCKCKCKCK ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2992599626342672881?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2992599626342672881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2992599626342672881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2992599626342672881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2992599626342672881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/wah-fuck-i-am-so-fucking-pissed-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5574950562685252803</id><published>2008-11-02T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:08:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOhmlkcHIaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOhmlkcHIaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5574950562685252803?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5574950562685252803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5574950562685252803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5574950562685252803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5574950562685252803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6235972090226939907</id><published>2008-11-02T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:53:36.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I considered last Friday well spent. I skipped Journalism lecture, met Zah Ersy Zana for HSM, met Shireen to collect her SLR, made an effort to find the reggae shop, back to the trio for lunch where I didn't eat anything, fell in love, got heartbroken, a light snack at Reis Cafe, to ECP for Joshua's surprise party, which we found out was completely ruined by Thong, had many awkward turtle moments initially, warmed up, watched others get drunk, played silly games, much groping, new friends made and a cab ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the HSM part, don't judge me. I really like that movie ha ha ha. I know I'm such a weirdo but I can't help it! It's gotten into me! You know what- I wanna watch it again next week. Anyone up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua's "surprise" party was kinda sweet. And I kinda said something but I didn't know something else happened, sooooo.... That was kinda awkward too ha ha ha but all's well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZOMG THERE WAS PORK IN THE POTATO SALAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the food was nice and juicy and porkless. I called Crystal to bring alcohol for the others to get drunk so that I could laugh at them. Farhanah Kim Jaclyn "fetched" me from BK then we went to get drinks, then back to the pit where only Sam &amp; Anna were present. How sad Jwsh, you don't have friends HAHAHAKIDDINGJWSHILOVEYOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Laura brought Jwsh, blindfolded. Somehow he guessed I was there and they fed him weird stuff and then we mingled. Then a few others came- Mikell, Crystal, Jin &amp; Salmah. Oh oh! Yeah and her boyfriend! I wanted to stare him down but I got scared HA HA HA. I thought of doing the same thing I did to mamaboy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kim &amp; I came back from sending Farhanah off, Sam's pants were wet in the crotch, then he proceeded to take it off. Eh wait you might get confused, this Sam is Joshua's BFF who has a penis. Then, the other Sam, the one with a vajayjay came for awhile and saw Sam with a penis and got turned on and they made out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's call them SamP and SamV, which stands for SamPenis and SamVajayjay. So SamV had to pay up for the BBQ so she asked SamP to dance for her ha ha ha but Anna took all the money and stuffed it in her bra. Then I put more alcohol in Anna's drink and when we were about to go home she started groping my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my cute virginal ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a nice touch to the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sally's dad sent Kim, Jin &amp; I to Tanah Merah to cab from there and when we got off, she texted me "HAHA AFT YOU ALL GOT OUT MY DAD WAS LIKE, DONT YOU ALL EVER STOP TALKING?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day I woke up with a parched throat, called up Fox and said I was too sick to work. All it took was plain water to solve the problem and I said I was too sick to work. HA HA HA I am goood. Met motherhood &amp; sisterhood at Haji after they went to Arab St, 'cos I couldn't forget about the shoe I fell in love with the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story, I went into Grey Homme and wanted this particular pair of shoes. Tried it, loved it. But it was a size too small and that was the last pair. I was heartbroken and then when I woke up the next day, I decided to buy it. So I went into this new shop first before going into Grey Homme then the guy was like oh, our shop's having a one-day sale and I asked what shop and he went Grey Homme then I went ecstatic and rushed to Grey with the females and tried on the shoe and bought it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I suffer for fashion. But seriously I love the shoe. I know they prolly ripped my money but I'm too lazy to look for it elsewhere ha ha ha. I nearly bought MJ 3/4s which were going for a steal and had the nicest cut but they had this flare thing going on at the bottom which looked.. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how weird it was going to Haji with two tudung-ed people? Like wtf man. Weird nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQ2UiJL9p3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/5l55x08E1cI/s1600-h/fashion_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQ2UiJL9p3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/5l55x08E1cI/s320/fashion_movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264026853768537970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg and I caught one rare Hindi film without the typical song-and-dance routines. Btw it was rated M18 but I managed to sneak it with the family who cares. But the movie was sooo good. Like the clothes and the portrayal of designers and models. At times, it was OTT but it's Hindi, what would you expect? Funny thing was, the lead actress managed to get to Paris runway shows and when the movie ended I turned to the motherhood and went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIDN'T KNOW PARIS HAD FAT MODELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH how I crack myself up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6235972090226939907?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6235972090226939907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6235972090226939907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6235972090226939907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6235972090226939907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-considered-last-friday-well-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQ2UiJL9p3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/5l55x08E1cI/s72-c/fashion_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5998720512979958230</id><published>2008-11-02T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:16:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how a person can change. You're like a knob, I turn it over and a transformation takes place. I turn it again, and another transformation occurs. But it's different, when the only one turning the knob is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5998720512979958230?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5998720512979958230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5998720512979958230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5998720512979958230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5998720512979958230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-amazing-how-person-can-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6905869701348965518</id><published>2008-10-30T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:15:36.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am beast you guys! You just don't know it. says:&lt;/strong&gt;HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am beast you guys! You just don't know it. says:&lt;/strong&gt;AYFS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;whats that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am beast you guys! You just don't know it. says:&lt;/strong&gt;are you fucking serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;whats ayfs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am beast you guys! You just don't know it. says:&lt;/strong&gt;ayfs = are you fucking serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am beast you guys! You just don't know it. says:&lt;/strong&gt;are you dumb or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u gin - The best way out is always through says:&lt;/strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha lol I can't stop laughing and I don't think this is the first time it happened. Geeez people these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Happy Nineteenth to Joshua Paul Siow Wei Han who turned 19 today but behaves like as if he's 12. But it's kewl 'cos we all love him. Now let's find a gorgeous photo of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh nevermind I kinda got distracted with MM Prin and I still have not gone through the slides. Whattawhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you Wednesdays and Thursdays are officially cabbing days? Somehow I can't wake up in the morning on time to bathe and yadayada so by the time I wake up and get ready it'll be 830ish so I decided to just set aside money for cabfares. But i need clothes so I shouldn't be wasting hard-earned cash on cabfares roight/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I just remembered- my 2 managers are being transferred to Suntec's outlet and it's depressing. They're kinda sad also and I wanna transfer to Suntec now D: Even though Michelle gets annoying sometimes, she is one heck of an awesome boss due to her lack of skillzxzx ha ha. Yeah she doesnt annoy me too much other than the schedules and now some Roger from Suntec and Elisa from Mars are coming over to take over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying &amp; Depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sooo sad that Fisa is leaving 'cos I've gotten close to her and she's so fun and random and free and whatever. And Melca's going back to PinoyLand, Lela's quitting, Fiona's ending her internship soon. Darn this is too depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw might be a potentially dangerous day for my card 'cos the more I think about it the more I wanna buy stuff. I feel like quitting or transferring to Suntec. Errrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 &amp; Secret Location tmrw :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6905869701348965518?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6905869701348965518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6905869701348965518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6905869701348965518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6905869701348965518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-beast-you-guys-you-just-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4149391475093959037</id><published>2008-10-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:24:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg hee hee hee I am smiling sooo bad ha ha ha oh and I'm laughing too. Okay I'm not laughing now but I was when I found Suhair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start from A. So this dood with awsomz cheekbones and nice floppy hair and a gorgeeeeeez purple hobo monk-ish bag came into Fox during fasting month. I was so  fascinated by his bag but I was too shy to ask him where he bought it. So fast forward to a month ish later, Erny sent me the link for StreetSnaps 'cos Bryanboy Zool Hannah were in it, but mainly Bryanboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like a week or so ago? So I went to that site again to see their past entries and lo and behold, I found that awsomzzz guy! He got featured for his rad clothes and I think his ladies blazer which he bought for 3 bucks is such a fucking steal. So so so I went to message him on lj since he left comments on that entry and he added me as his friend and he replied me back and now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M KINDA HAPPY AFTER SKIPPING FRENCH TO CATCH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL WHICH WAS KINDA CORNY CHEESY AND ZOMG SOOOOO FUN HA HA HA DON'T JUDGE ME AH. AND ALL THAT HAPPINESS MADE ME GO TO A SHOP AND GET THIS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQcufem2wWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nE4ga-xy0Ys/s1600-h/ipod-nanochromatic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQcufem2wWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nE4ga-xy0Ys/s320/ipod-nanochromatic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262225807932572002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4149391475093959037?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4149391475093959037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4149391475093959037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4149391475093959037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4149391475093959037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/zomg-hee-hee-hee-i-am-smiling-sooo-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQcufem2wWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nE4ga-xy0Ys/s72-c/ipod-nanochromatic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5159173378506289319</id><published>2008-10-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:53:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fatherhood's an asshole. A total fucking asshole that for once I'm at a lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite pissed when I met Fiqqy &amp; Farhanah in the early afternoon but being with them just made me put aside all the negative thoughts. Zomg I think we walked like 5km throughout the entire day from Wing Tai Warehouse Sale at Hougang to Hougang Mall for lunch to Chinatown for failed accesories hunting then to the Citylink stretch then to Marina then to Suntec and back to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell and now I'm so tired and sticky even after showering. Grr and my hair is so horrible today. Shut up I know my hair is horrible everyday but there is a degree of niceness once in a while, IMO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. CUT. HAIR. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not done shopping. I want my Lacoste shoes and my secret call to secret boutique was a failure 'cos apparently they don't carry my shoes yet but I'm gonna email secret magazine to blast them for advertising an item that's not for sale yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'm feeling so random right now I feel like pole-dancing. And making someone cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cunts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5159173378506289319?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5159173378506289319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5159173378506289319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5159173378506289319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5159173378506289319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatherhoods-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2169728843652866051</id><published>2008-10-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:58:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah school school school. Now that it's started, I realised that I can't juggle both school &amp; work without losing half my social life. I'm pretty much fine working on weekdays but it's the weekends I fret 'cos I hate weekend crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about work. I just found out my schedule and I thank god I'm working only twice next week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo school has been pretty awesome! I missed everyone sooo much and it was good to be back :D Photography on Tuesday was kinda dry. What I need is a DSLR to practice on hand but now I can only get the SLR from my friend. Darn and I really thought of going out on this coming Monday to practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French is kinda hard but zomg it is so fun! But damn is it hard or what. But it's fun! It struck me as a bit similar to primary school lessons where students would recite after the teacher. And thats what we did. But my tutor, Karen, is a bit crazy. Like she rambles on &amp; on in French like as if we can speak French as fluently as her. But when she speaks Engrish, she has this Filipino accent/ HA HA HA WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg don't get my started on MM Prin- Media Management Principles. I really hope that I will have the discipline to keep on going online for this subject 'cos believe it or not, it's an e-learning subject! So all tutorials &amp; lectures will be online ha ha ha. But at least that's one lesser subject to attend. But DISCIPLINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I'm trying to think of my other subjects. Oh! Persuasive Communications! I thought we would be getting Mr D but apparently Mrs Nah's our tutor and zomg she is soooo cute. But I heard she's pretty biased. Well we'll talk about that later when tutorials start next week. But i'm pretty scared of all this "persuasiveness" 'cos I get all clammy when it comes to public speaking. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. Journalism is back and guess what. I got Selvan, not only for lectures but tutorials. Yippee. To sum up Mr Selvan, I left Journalism halfway ytd 'cos he was too interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh &amp; I signed up for another CDS- Leadership. Ha ha ha I thought it would be damn lame-ass la but actually it's quite a relaxed class. Yeah it's still lame-ass but there are these awesome CMM Year 3s and they are kinda loud, which provides lots of fun for the really quiet class. &amp; now Salmah's in my class tutorial class for Leadership too! &amp; French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah school's been fun, I love all my friends so much that I wonder why didn't I make enough effort to meet them often during the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They. Are. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeh and now I'm kinda addicted to Bowling Buddies on fb, all thanks to Jwsh. &amp; fb is sooo cool. Ha ha ha but I still hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2169728843652866051?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2169728843652866051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2169728843652866051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2169728843652866051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2169728843652866051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-school-school-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4897216541387520867</id><published>2008-10-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:03:32.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SP3t4sRBmpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZEJqccnKWwE/s1600-h/IMG_5029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SP3g39_PiKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/3iGIZ12hzQI/s320/IMG_4989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259607191975856290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SP3g4U3QvlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/BVelguVo9V8/s1600-h/IMG_4999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SP3g4U3QvlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/BVelguVo9V8/s320/IMG_4999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259607198116396626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was quite awesome. I missed everyone so much, esp my awesome classmates :D It was good to be back. What was not good was how dry Photography lectures were. My class had Photog tutorial right after and it was still kinda confusing. How would I know it would be this... dry? I thought taking peektures were supposed to be fun! But I guess knowing about shutter speed, aperture, ISO and whatever else would enable me to take better peektures so I need to start going out! I mean take peektures with Shireen's DSLR. I wouldn't wanna use her SLR to take peektures cos that would cost a bomb to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had French! Oui! That was tres interesting, albeit confusing, what with the different stuff associated to males &amp; females and all. I feel like Carlotta right now, not being able to roll my R's the way it's supposed to roll. Before French, I thought I was gonna die of hunger since I didn't eat from morning. Rushed to BizPark after Photog tutorial and &lt;s&gt;gobbled&lt;/s&gt; daintily ate the awesome food at the Western stall. Aaah bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap &amp; good canteen food. What more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more money to shop. And a boss who might be reasonable enough to work on weekends like Fur's boss. And the ability to do another CDS 'cos I feel like clearing it up. And the skill to take awesome photos for Photog so that I can finally get an A or hopefully a Z. And raise my GPA to 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh I need to go to my secret location now. But le friends are not free yet I think. &amp; le poly friends don't go to the secret location ha ha ha. &amp; secret location shall not be named, lest I look like a scene kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I am, is obsessed. Don't judge me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4897216541387520867?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4897216541387520867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4897216541387520867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4897216541387520867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4897216541387520867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-school-was-quite-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SP3t4sRBmpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZEJqccnKWwE/s72-c/IMG_5029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-279192132740890438</id><published>2008-10-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:29:25.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg you guys have to have to have watch Eagle Eye. That movie is fucking fantastic. And you can't go wrong with Mr Shia, can you? Other than that awful Indiana Jones movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, ytd was Jalan Raye with the Temasek gang. Lesser people coming and even lesser houses to go to but I thought this year's JR was the best 'cos we just took our time at all the houses, not worrying bout time. Started at Fatin's house where we spent 3 freaking hours and then bus-ed to the other 9 houses. Ended at Shida's house where Zana, Ersy &amp; I stayed behind to talk while the remaining few left at midnight. Then a fast cab ride home with no traffic lights to deter the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peektures another day I guess. Or if I have time, I'll upload a select few. If you want the Hari Raya pictures ask me online. Till then, TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-279192132740890438?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/279192132740890438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=279192132740890438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/279192132740890438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/279192132740890438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/zomg-you-guys-have-to-have-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-253571211426863620</id><published>2008-10-20T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:12:36.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peektures from Haji Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPxw08SFNUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SrsfjzKq-AE/s1600-h/IMG_4843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPxzyVPCT8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/YAeJVzHu0PI/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259205773392760770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPx0P1gPBYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/P2x7QtTuC-w/s1600-h/IMG_4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPx0P1gPBYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/P2x7QtTuC-w/s320/IMG_4957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259206280271037826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPx0PwHGyQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xhKlEWCqUU8/s1600-h/IMG_4958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPx0PwHGyQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/xhKlEWCqUU8/s320/IMG_4958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259206278823463170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPx0P72-6VI/AAAAAAAAAfU/U2foNbJsNxs/s1600-h/IMG_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPx0P72-6VI/AAAAAAAAAfU/U2foNbJsNxs/s320/IMG_4960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259206281977063762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A succession of retarded photos of Zah Ersy &amp; I. I'm just uploading the few that I resized. Which is kinda alot ha ha ha. In a nutshell, there's Ersian thinking that the sheesha thingy blows out wind, Zahirah emoing like noone's business and me looking pretty always. Oh yeah and Ersian looking sweaty, Zahirah looking like she wants to slap someone and me working that bag, grrrrrl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-253571211426863620?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/253571211426863620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=253571211426863620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/253571211426863620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/253571211426863620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/peektures-from-haji-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SPxw08SFNUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SrsfjzKq-AE/s72-c/IMG_4843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3846232440711451781</id><published>2008-10-18T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:19:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoopeedoo too many things happening this week. Like meeting Fiqqy &amp; Kimbo on Thursday after work ard 2ish. We lunched at The Hut &amp; shopped ard Vivo &amp; Harbourfront. Finally I shopped! Hee hee, I mean like properly shopped- the kind where you go into all the shops and try on the clothes and not where I try to squeeze in 6 shops into my 1 hour lunch break. No peektures unfortunately, 'cos the sistahood said the Canon was 'somewhere' in her room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had a jolly good time! Just talking and walking and talking and teasing and shopping and eating and laughing. Oh how I miss normal school days so much. Speaking of which, I got French &amp; a kickass timetable :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday was supposedly Chinatown+Haji Day with Zah &amp; Ersy. I scraped the Chinatown bit 'cos I was too lazy/tired. Shopped at The Street with Zah first while waiting for Ersy to finish his invigilation duties then off to Zam-Zam for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My namesake is awesome. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, off to Haji after lunch. I had to drag those two 'cos all they wanted was to sheesha but I wanted to shop! Aft the shopping festivities the previous day, I kinda got into that mood. The blow-all-your-cash-away-in-one-day-or-you'll-get-syphilis mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee saya beli beg! (I bought a bag.) It's feroushaaaa :D Ha ha ha and I wasn't even intending to get anything. Oki, maybe not anything, maybe a couple of tops or smth but I didn't expect to blow a huge portion on a bag. Even though it's ferousha nak mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dragged the two monyets to alot of shops but they were so reluctant. If I could, I would have gone into every shop siol. But the last shop we went to was cheap &amp; chic. Like Moschino like that. Ha ha ha; yeah it's so awesome i'm gonna go back and get some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Reis Cafe to shishi and cam-ho. Peeektures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki sorry but no peektures now. Next post, I promise! Just spent half an hour rotating peektures, resizing peektures &amp; attempting to edit peektures. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3846232440711451781?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3846232440711451781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3846232440711451781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3846232440711451781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3846232440711451781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/whoopeedoo-too-many-things-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6540829739582049965</id><published>2008-10-15T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:08:24.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days have been passing by too quickly, which results in me forgetting what the fuck I did like say, 2 days back. Bloody hell, my memory, or lack of it, annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, I haven't had time to spend my pay at all. I HAVEN'T SPENT MY PAY WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. Okay shut up but still, it's been a week and I've barely bought anything worth exclaiming. A normal week consists of work 3-4 times. If I work until closing, when I get back I'll use the Net 'til 4am then I'll head to bed. Then I'll waste the day ahead by being in bed until the afternoon and bumming about the house until it's time to visit more relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo let's see what I've been up to since House Bunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I can't rmb anything lemme consult some form of a diary/calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I worked last week and visited some relatives. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be an awesome week 'cos it's the build-up to the start of a new school term and I am fucking excited. I can't wait to get stressed by the piles of assignments, beg teachers for a passing grade (not that it will happen 'cos I'm gonna work my ass off this sem), laze ard school with my awesome friends whom I've not seen regularly and whatever else which I can't seem to rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just annyed that the timetable isn't out and I kinda need to plan my work schedule for the next 2 weeks alr. Bozos. AND WHAT CDS AM I GETTING DAMMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs. I missed out on the ketchup session with Sam/Josh/Graciee due to work. Retarded boss keeps on changing schedules then she'll call me the day before I have to go for work and go, "Zameer, you haven't called to ask for your schedule?" when she clearly told me that she won't chnage the schedule. Rtard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo work today was fun but tiring. Old Aunty is being normally annoying by her random retarded outbursts. Someone isn't getting any, I presume. I left work at 1130pm today it was late and dark and annoying. Everything's annoying. Afiqah wo ai ni very much for talking to me on my journey home thank you tiang :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired yet I'm online. You know why? 'cos I hate hopes and aspirations to watch GG &amp; DH. Right, hopes &amp; aspirations- sounds deep don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting on to the point of a wonderful week. I have work later at 6 to closing at Suntec. I'm actually pretty fine with the fact now 'cos I'm hoping it will make me appreciate Vivo more ha ha ha. Then on Thursday I'll be working until 230pm and meeting Kim &amp; co :D :D :D Hee hee then Friday I'll be out with fattiesssss. Then Sunday will be Jalan Raya with secondary school peeeeeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN MONDAY WILL BE SCHOOL AND CLASS PENIS. I MEAN PICNIC!!!!! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIHANNNNNNAAAAAA! HA HA HA I WANNA GO AND I THINK I'M GOING YIPPEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6540829739582049965?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6540829739582049965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6540829739582049965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6540829739582049965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6540829739582049965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/days-have-been-passing-by-too-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8802074109296369983</id><published>2008-10-10T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:33:02.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SO45HZwxq3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rc5ZxC4XIzc/s1600-h/hb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SO45HZwxq3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rc5ZxC4XIzc/s320/hb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255200614525283186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh The House Bunny was pretty hilarious! Caught the movie with Fiqqy on Monday at town before Council Chalet (CC) and after that we walked ard town and back to her workplace, or shall I say ex-workplace. Girl can't hold a job longer than a month ha ha ha. Then over to Wisma to bump into her loverboy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-loverboy I mean. Ha ha ha now got new one whaaat ;D Anyhoo visited the new Topman/Topshop which paled in comparison to its former duplex unit. I found the indie-est top at the Limited Edition rack and I tried it on knowing I would look like a sack. Which I did. Lemme explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top is technically a dress. Yeah, a dress for men. I know what you're thinking and I tried the Small and it was like an oversized dress. I could work it with a belt, or two. HA HA HA. But it looked like an overpriced sack really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo I got a belt at DP! Hee hee it was cheap and awesome but I have to change it cos it's too big. BIG. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenthenthen headed to Pasir Ris to catch the shuttle to Aloha Changi. That was at 6. It turned out that the next bus heading there was at 9:15 like wtf so we cabbed there. So there were 5 of us right- Fiqqy Sam Kim Mikell &amp; I. We managed to squeeze into one cab. Turns out that the cabby was being nice 'cos he has direction dyslexia. Like wtf how can you not know where freaking Changi Village is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that it took us an excruciatingly long time to get there with an annoying cabby who thought it was funny/cute that his knowledge of Singapore Streets were extremely limited. Bitchface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dropped off at the start of Aloha but it turned out that the Fairy Point Chalet was at the other end so we trudged there screaming giggling laughing making merry. At first it was a little awkward. Okay maybe I'm lying. It was very awkward, like really awkward 'cos none of us were close to the seniors so we just did our own thang. Then had an impromptu Truth &amp; Dare session which failed miserably. Just 'cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial plan was to catch a midnight screening of Eagle Eye with whoever 'cos noone was staying over but in the end Sam managed to persuade daddy dearest to let her stay and I'm glad she did 'cos otherwise I wouldn't have such an awesome night! Gathered upstehh for lotsa rounds of games and then everyone started leaving and it was fun afterward. Just lots of talking &amp; chatting but I realised that the bunch of seniors are a pretty great bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh boy does CMM have great drama or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, left pretty early in the morn after everyone slept,with Sam Mikell Jin &amp; Darrell (sp?). Reached home at 8 and switched off my Razr and I went to heaven, waking up only at 4pm HA HA HA power. I was feeling pretyy bumped out 'cos I really wanted to go for the 2nd night of CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh I shall just shut up and stop moaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I really wanna learn how to sew. Like really really. Pattern-making and how to turn my amateur sketches into brilliant pieces. Maybe not brill but passable 'cos I have this awesome idea but I don't know how to freaking sew la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be my resolution. Okkay one of my many resolutions. Pick up sewing from all the makciks and nyonyas at the community centre ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8802074109296369983?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8802074109296369983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8802074109296369983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8802074109296369983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8802074109296369983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/ooooh-house-bunny-was-pretty-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SO45HZwxq3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/rc5ZxC4XIzc/s72-c/hb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1455305808983288164</id><published>2008-10-05T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:21:15.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari Raya was amazing. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my phone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha I'm kinda obsessed with my phone. I'm actually taking good care of a Motorola phone! A Motorola phone! It's so fucking sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy siol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I should stop talking like a matrepzzz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz. Oky just visited all the oldies home and kissy kissy huggy huggy and more kissy kissy. Lesser families following us to go out on the first day and even lesser homes to visit. Not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was even more boring. I woke up at 2 feeling pissy pissy 'cos the fatherhood screamed for me to wake up. And he promptly fell back to sleep. Ftw/ Heeh wasted the entire day using the computer and reading this awesome book, Beach Blondes. Sounds very me don't you think so? It's sucha trashy lower secondary novel with kinda huge words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, my collection is surpassing my target! So coolio! Gonna save everything and become a nun! PEEEEKTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB9z1L7vI/AAAAAAAAAZU/X7elOBlxcsA/s1600-h/IMG_4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB9z1L7vI/AAAAAAAAAZU/X7elOBlxcsA/s320/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380757980442354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB-ufDRRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VPOEaFFL1b4/s1600-h/IMG_4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB-ufDRRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VPOEaFFL1b4/s320/IMG_4608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380773725291794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB_JomoLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fYN8kNHFktI/s1600-h/IMG_4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB_JomoLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fYN8kNHFktI/s320/IMG_4621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380781013115058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB_j0KVMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1tXvMZ7nBOE/s1600-h/IMG_4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB_j0KVMI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1tXvMZ7nBOE/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380788040914114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfCAZ7662I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ew-78B5Mqes/s1600-h/IMG_4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfCAZ7662I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Ew-78B5Mqes/s320/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253380802568973154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour combo very pweeeeety. No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1455305808983288164?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1455305808983288164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1455305808983288164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1455305808983288164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1455305808983288164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOfB9z1L7vI/AAAAAAAAAZU/X7elOBlxcsA/s72-c/IMG_4677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6121982888128978385</id><published>2008-09-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:51:43.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOItCXyXVXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7DZAimscNa0/s1600-h/img_66641_ferrari_v9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOItCXyXVXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7DZAimscNa0/s320/img_66641_ferrari_v9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251809634235667826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee guess who now owns the Razr V9? Initially, I wanted the normal Razr V9 but there was no more stock and the keypad of the Ferrari edition is way nicer! Way, way nicer. Like red and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO SIOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh so I had to rush down after work to get the phone 'cos I had to pre-order the damn thing. Hee hee and it's soooo lawa :D Not that I'm the most ardent Ferrari or F1 fan but it looks gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling kinda indifferent about Raya tmr. Like no more &lt;em&gt;whoopeedoo!&lt;/em&gt; like when I was young. But I'm still excited 'cos I like my kurta ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something to mark the end of Ramadhan and to a hopefully awesome Hari Raya tmr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2qcX6MZjZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2qcX6MZjZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid Mubarak :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6121982888128978385?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6121982888128978385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6121982888128978385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6121982888128978385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6121982888128978385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/hee-hee-guess-who-now-owns-razr-v9.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SOItCXyXVXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7DZAimscNa0/s72-c/img_66641_ferrari_v9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5808614805074606486</id><published>2008-09-30T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:18:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what. I'm actually beginning to enjoy work. Ha ha ha but I still hate it at the same time. I'm beginning to appreciate that my Pinoy manager is not the worst manager ever but in fact, I think she's the slackest of all which equals to me having more fun at work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I always take my time to do work so I do lesser work but it seems like I'm doing alot 'cos I'm always on the move? Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh eh. You know the Aunty from my workplace? The one that was dancing with us during the closing shift? Yeah, that 60 year old one. She is an annoying twat. As Kim would say, Irritant! She's sucha babblemouth and she keeps on complaining to the district-in-charge about anything and everything. Jeez woman, shut up would you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's cute when smth drops i.e. an article of clothing and then she goes, "Boy ah, look there ah the clothes commit suicide!" which follows up with a bout of tired laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam popped by at work today! Looking gorgeeez, bb! Then, broke fast with Shidyke &amp; Zana 'cos last minute they decided to teman me to break fast. Hee hee shorty was late, as per norm. Then back to work, after whoring at River Island for all of 5 minutes and realising that they're having a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I didn't realise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah! &amp; the belt I was admiring a couple of days ago is on sale! &amp; Shidyke bought it! Aaaah I'm gonna get it! Sooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should stop with the exclamation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5808614805074606486?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5808614805074606486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5808614805074606486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5808614805074606486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5808614805074606486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-2540603013405993534</id><published>2008-09-26T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:23:58.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kinda forgot what I wanted to say so let me recollect my thoughts. Let's see I'm easily bored so I need stuff to feel up my time. Thing is, even without work, I can manage to find stuff to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really, really sit down at home and clean every inch of my room. BUT NOOOOO. I have an annoying twat of a Pinoy boss and she isn't very mindful. I think I may have complained about her but yeah, bear with me. Next week's Hari Raya, right? I have to work afternoon shifts on Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Hari Raya's on Wednesday, btw. I'm just beyond annoyed. Why can't she give me morning shifts for fuck's sake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She annoys me sooo much I'm thankful I don't work with her often. Fucking Pinoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvqKFW55YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/smnJkARb-gE/s1600-h/mamma_mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvqKFW55YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/smnJkARb-gE/s320/mamma_mia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250047249588282754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH I RMB I WATCHED MAMMA MIA! ALONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're still judging me but whatevs. HAH MAMMA MIA IS SOOOOO GOOOD. The songs were so catchy and I was grinning during a huge part of the movie :D It was sucha feel good movie and I think the ST reporters should just suck it up and shut up. You see, Mamma Mia received a 2-star rating. IKR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was supposed to be a majah shopping spree but I got really lazy to shop during fasting month 'cos trying on clothes is hard work. Have you tried on skinny jeans at frigging Topman!?!?!?! I think them jeans were designed for those with no thighs and no balls. And maybe lubricated legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh and I've been looking at phones for the past week and I just decided that I'm gonna fuck it and spend close to nothing on a new phone. Initially I wanted the Nokia E71 'cos it's wide but slim and I love the whole Blackberryness of it without it actually being one. But I don't actually use any of the functions, do I? All I want is a slim but slightly wide phone, 'cos I love them wide, and as long as I can text and call, I'm fine. So, I'm sticking with Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha I know I'm always complaining about how annoying Motorola is but that was before I got a digicam and consistently dropped my phone. The Razr V9 Luxury Edition looks delish but it costs a bomb. A BOMB. A FRIGGING BOMB, DAMMIT. So I'll just get the normal Razr V9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I have better use for the money than blowing it on a phone that I might drop and spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake of going shopping. HUGE ASS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Just. Wanted. To. Buy. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to rationalise and kept on going Oh, This will look nice when I go visiting for Hari Raya, when I clearly know that I have a million formal tops to wear. So, I left Vivo with nothing but a HUGEASS pack of Kelloggs that the motherhood asked to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By hugeass, I mean HUGEASSSSSS. 'Cos all this KNN order so many macaroons, I'm getting tired watching my mum bake them. She's been baking from morning till after midnight every single day for 1 week ish alr. Like wtf. People order la, then must give people la and all the nonsense. And we still have to bake for ourselves kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh then met with Fana &amp; Fiqqy for break fast. Fana was on her break so we only had half an hour, then after we left TM headed to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEYLAAAAAAAAANG. So happening kan. I alr bought my outfit like a week ago but I've been wanting an orange baju kurung since forever. Actually, not forever la. But since I saw Fauzi Laily wear it in the Hari Raya issue of Manja like a couple of years back and when I called up the person who made it, I found out it was like $350. So I left it there and now I found it :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee thanks so much hun for following me. And you know, she actually asked me just now if I minded her following me ytd to "shop" 'cos everyone knows I don't really like shopping with people. Ha ha ha darl, your presence was so welcomed. I wouldn't want to walk around Geylang alone. Like, seriously. Thanks so much for following me around the huge bazaar sooo many times but at least you got smth too.... Hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, met up with Gemok after ages. "My promos are more important than you." Whatever eh. I've met up with Shida like soo many times this month. Like, once to break fast with Zai, and a couple of times when she came to Vivo. Oh how I miss you guys soooo much. Hee hee Ersian looks.... Healthier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA OKAY SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is one hell of a post I should shut up and sleep now. Tata monyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxwnbqqdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZN4p5YhAZs0/s1600-h/IMG_4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxwnbqqdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZN4p5YhAZs0/s320/IMG_4578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250055608151484882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxw3ZeEuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/uI5jGBWQHug/s1600-h/IMG_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxw3ZeEuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/uI5jGBWQHug/s320/IMG_4580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250055612437238498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxxN3b8MI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DOEqi5bhqIA/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxxN3b8MI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DOEqi5bhqIA/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250055618468507842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAMxoEOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XdgMN7a0Ex8/s1600-h/IMG_4575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAMxoEOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XdgMN7a0Ex8/s320/IMG_4575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054776362111202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAJIRgmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GCt_2Vr51d0/s1600-h/IMG_4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAJIRgmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GCt_2Vr51d0/s320/IMG_4576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054775383360098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAVH8GkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/T5Q97xRlCEA/s1600-h/IMG_4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAVH8GkI/AAAAAAAAAXM/T5Q97xRlCEA/s320/IMG_4577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054778603182658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAZZzo8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/5mHTb0MuwwI/s1600-h/IMG_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAZZzo8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/5mHTb0MuwwI/s320/IMG_4580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054779751867330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAv5dTQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5D1puZeYRNo/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvxAv5dTQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5D1puZeYRNo/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250054785790201090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know the pictures damn ugly but shut up hor. I got uglier pictures of you HA HA HA. But the first picture nice, kan&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-2540603013405993534?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/2540603013405993534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=2540603013405993534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2540603013405993534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/2540603013405993534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-kinda-forgot-what-i-wanted-to-say-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNvqKFW55YI/AAAAAAAAAW0/smnJkARb-gE/s72-c/mamma_mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-654713622829946208</id><published>2008-09-23T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:04:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee hee I have so many surprises for myself. I don't even know why the hell I'm surprising myself. But if I'm surprising myself, it wouldn't be called a surprise anymore would it? But I still feel like as if it's a surprise to myself 'cos I don't know if I'm actually surprising myself. Then, it would be a legitimate surprise, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Ha Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans for tmr. Huge plans. Majah plans. But now it's changed to Wednesday. Not that I mind at all but I don't even know if I wanna go out tmr. You see, I am supposed to go shopping tmr right? But I don't have anything to get. And I haven't gotten my pay yet. Payday's sometime next week I think and next week is Hari Raya! Think somewhere along the lines of a higher influx of cash. So, I only need to shop for more clothes for school. Might as well wait to get cash rather than using my savings first, then putting the money back right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez I confuse myself. And I can surprise myself next week :D No rush, I figure but I wanna freaking buy smth. Hmmm I still have to go to Vivo tmr to check out the Samsung outlet and I need to take the discount coupons to pass to my aunt, so I think I might go shop there and watch Mamma Mia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAAH I THINK I WILL DO THAT OKAY GOOD NIGHT BUMBLE BEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-654713622829946208?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/654713622829946208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=654713622829946208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/654713622829946208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/654713622829946208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/hee-hee-i-have-so-many-surprises-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3842814590445833251</id><published>2008-09-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:40:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi everyone this week has been marvelous. Wait, that was last week. Yeah last week was awesome. Or bordering on awesome. I think. I worked a lot last week and wheee, had the long-awaited class gathering at last. Not that the whole class came, but there were like more than half of us? I had to work on that day so I came after work with Fiqqy who also finished work at 7. Didn't eat that much at Kim's and I still love her condo, IT. IS. GORGEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo anyhoo, people started leaving and then we played I Never. Ha ha ha that was just retarded and Dana appears to be more slutty than her appearance allows to reveal HA HA HA ILY STILL. Then more people started leaving and it was left with Eugene Kim Mikell. Being such good samaritans, we cleaned up the place and deposited leftovers at her house then went to the cabana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CABANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Is awesome, and it's by the pool and there are "curtains" to cover the surroundings and you can proceed to have a make-out session which might escalate into smth more. Ask Kim, she's the Queen at this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikell left at 12 and I was supposed to leave too but I didn't want to and I still wanted to talk/bitch/wax lyrical about anything and everything. So I stayed until 2. HA HA HA POWER RIGHT FIRST TIME SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was very minah/mat ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo I actually told my mum a couple of days before the BBQ that I was gonna stay at Kim's house until 4am and then buy Macs for &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt; but then I just stayed up until 4 the previous morning to order Macs so I told her I would be back ard 12/ And you know whaaaat, she just said okay HA HA HA. Then at 11 ish when I was at Kim's she asked what time I was coming home and I just said 12 ish 'cos I thought since everyone was going home, I would have to go home too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee but I stayed until 2 with Eugene &amp; Kim and it was rather lovely and fun, just talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh I have work later at 5 until closing. I'm kinda bored with work and I can honestly say, the first time I had fun at work was when Fisa was in charge up to closing and Melca, Shireen, Aunty &amp; I danced ourselves silly at the baack. That, was fun. And Aunty is 60 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Skins now and I'm laughing so hard 'cos Sketch is getting an orgasm just from lying on Maxxie's bed. Come on, I know Maxxie is hot but dooood, htf do you get an orgasm from lying on someone's bed? Jeez. Eh and it's kinda freaky how she memorises what Maxxie does once he wakes up. She takes stalkerism to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh majah shopping spree tmr. And before you ask me, I'll tell you that I'm going alone. Shopping alone is sooo awesome but I used to be scared to stay too long in some shops so I'll leave that shop and go to the same shop at another place which was kinda fun actually. But now since I'm working in the retail line, I srsly don't care if I try on 20 pieces of clothes at a shop and don't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchgrcwT-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/n1BInjx1Y6s/s1600-h/IMG_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchgrcwT-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/n1BInjx1Y6s/s320/IMG_4572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700736026464226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchdN4DWUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OVo9BPa4YA8/s1600-h/IMG_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchdN4DWUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OVo9BPa4YA8/s320/IMG_4568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700676548286786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchUXk9b8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/gdXQlxO4J5Y/s1600-h/IMG_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchUXk9b8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/gdXQlxO4J5Y/s320/IMG_4566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700524533739458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchRB1B3LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3QcbkGVqIvI/s1600-h/IMG_4565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchRB1B3LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3QcbkGVqIvI/s320/IMG_4565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700467155950770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchNyDsrII/AAAAAAAAAWM/fqH5K9W4yGU/s1600-h/IMG_4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchNyDsrII/AAAAAAAAAWM/fqH5K9W4yGU/s320/IMG_4561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700411382901890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchJpIKcfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/E32GY1j7DVE/s1600-h/IMG_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchJpIKcfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/E32GY1j7DVE/s320/IMG_4558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700340266234354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchFIpv6PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aIz7OeuY3Sc/s1600-h/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchFIpv6PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aIz7OeuY3Sc/s320/IMG_4556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700262829254898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchBbUAgyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0LMSC84mKWs/s1600-h/IMG_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchBbUAgyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0LMSC84mKWs/s320/IMG_4555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700199118865186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNcg9Jm7FQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_3yL8cz2A7s/s1600-h/IMG_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNcg9Jm7FQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_3yL8cz2A7s/s320/IMG_4554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700125646886146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNcg4e74JlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gwa_3Gai_4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNcg4e74JlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gwa_3Gai_4Q/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248700045472573010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNcgyyzpUBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/AwBetQI3cYo/s1600-h/alethea+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNcgyyzpUBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/AwBetQI3cYo/s320/alethea+edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248699947727540242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at your boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3842814590445833251?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3842814590445833251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3842814590445833251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3842814590445833251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3842814590445833251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-hi-hi-everyone-this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SNchgrcwT-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/n1BInjx1Y6s/s72-c/IMG_4572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4616010422670773800</id><published>2008-09-15T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:07:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SM3ameAEXPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AZvFu4nIa-o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SM3ameAEXPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AZvFu4nIa-o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246089495379729650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, called in sick and I went online. Then I was greeted by The Mooster HA HA HA it was hilarious. We were talking then I said smth and she showed me the middle finger! HA HA HA I laughed soooo bad until I had to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was supposed to start work at 230 today but guess what time I had to be at Vivo for a staff meeting? NINE BLOODY AM. Jeez, I actually woke up and went Sod That, then back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, work's been sooo tiring. They keep on putting me up for weird shifts but whatevs I don't really mind but it's taking a toll on my energy grrrr. I loveee the holidays. I get to earn moolah and watch all the awsomzzz shows! Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught the final collection of Project Runway at Bryant Park and it was really clear. Like, IMO either Kenley or Korto might win. I hope Korto wins 'cos I loveee her collection. Leeann's was pretty repetitive. Like we all know that she does wonderful pleating and very technical construction, so every fuckng dress had the same detail going on. But it did give a similarity to the collection but it got too repetitive and some of the colours were pretty dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 2 views to appreciate Kenley's collection and overall, some of her pieces are really stunning but I don't want her to win 'cos she's an annoying bitch. Zomg Suede's and Joe's collection was fug. Jerrell's was kinda fug too. I think the girls outplayed the guys, definitely.  Six designers showed at Fashion Week but only 3 are the finalists. The other three are decoy collections to throw off viewers 'cos Fashion Week happened like a couple days back and they're still showing PR 5 on telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee I just have to get this off my chest. Christian Siriano's Spring collection is gorgeous. It doesn't help that I think everything he makes is gorgeous but it is! The colour palette is real pretty, nothing fierce but the construction is FE-ROOUSH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough PR talk. My life is pretty boring- all I do is go to work, home, eat, sleep, go out. I bought my Hari Raya outfit! Hee hee it was a hard choice but I took like less than 30 mins to find the various choices and I am absolutely delighted with my choice :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4616010422670773800?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4616010422670773800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4616010422670773800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4616010422670773800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4616010422670773800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-woke-up-this-morning-called-in-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SM3ameAEXPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AZvFu4nIa-o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-918588198824452488</id><published>2008-09-13T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:45:18.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SM3aFySvFII/AAAAAAAAAP0/zSWjzeCkjwc/s1600-h/house-lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SM3aFySvFII/AAAAAAAAAP0/zSWjzeCkjwc/s320/house-lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246088933891052674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fell on my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-918588198824452488?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/918588198824452488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=918588198824452488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/918588198824452488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/918588198824452488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-fell-on-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SM3aFySvFII/AAAAAAAAAP0/zSWjzeCkjwc/s72-c/house-lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-6849802381257584982</id><published>2008-09-10T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:19:45.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good day, Bad day, Good Day. Chronological order, in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day- Dana &amp; Justin popped by work :D Hee hee that made me quite delirious for a whole hour. Then I got bored. Hah I missed them sooo much. Ah I miss the entire class so much esp Sam Farhanah Kim etc. Aaaah we need to meet for dinner! &amp; a movie! I think a movie then dinner! Okay shut up. Hee hee then ah a size S for the amazing jacket that I adore came in the morn and they expected me to hang it up for the customers. But me, being me, hid the jacket in the storeroom under the reservations rack ha ha ha. D'oh, I can only fit into an S, so why let anyone buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day- I was kept waiting for like half an hour before I could break my fast. Annoying much, 'cos some ho from Fox wanted to check the store and of all holy timings, she decided to come at 7. Nabei. Then I had dinner alone at the food court at Vivo's interchange, which was oh so delish. Yes, I have my dinner alone and I enjoy it very much TYBEEECH. Then this motherfucker had to strike a conversation with me, putting me down with how I look. Like that's any of his business? Mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this. I was sitting at a table in front of him. We're not even on the same table dammit. He's an Indian man with a Chinese woman. He rambled the entire time about rubbish and his friend just nodded ha ha ha. Then, he went-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOFO: Boy ah, Boy!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Huh? (looks blur) Yeah, what?&lt;br /&gt;MOFO: Do you play soccer?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Whaaa?&lt;br /&gt;MOFO: (repeats) Do you play soccer or not?&lt;br /&gt;ME: No (sniggers)&lt;br /&gt;MOFO: Then, do you play rugby?&lt;br /&gt;ME: No (sniggers even louder, like WTF DOOOD LOOK AT MY SIZE)&lt;br /&gt;MOFO: That's why you don't look tough like me, like a man. All you scrawny kids nowadays. You should play sports and toughen up like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think I did? I just resumed my book-reading slash eating and ignored his calls to persuade me to fucking beef up. Like, doood what a motherfucker. Maybe I just ain't interested in looking like fucking meathouse. And, you're not tough, you're just fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously what did I do to deserve weirdos talking to me/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of the freaking shift, I was just about to go since I locked the doors alr. But the mofo Israel people were coming to town to check up on the Vivo outlet, so I had to fuh-reaking mop the entire store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ENTIRE STORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-conditioning died by then. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day- Met Afiqah :D Hee hee wah we hugged like never see each other in a year. Still the same, still the same. I keep on thinking whenever I don't see someone for a period of time, they'll change drastically but nah, she's still the same. Minah, oh Minah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, my post is confusing. Like walking into a room of confusion. Or Tang's Fragrance section. Confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-6849802381257584982?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/6849802381257584982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=6849802381257584982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6849802381257584982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/6849802381257584982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-day-bad-day-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8796821423193930322</id><published>2008-09-09T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:32:40.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what, work is like fucking easy. I'm kinda getting bored with it alr, but thank god for social skills. I have never folded so many clothes in my entire life. Like all I do is greet customers, fold clothes, talk to customers, fold more clothes, get more clothes for customers, clean up the mess the annoying customers made which means folding more clothes. The first few days were kinda awkward 'cos I'm not good with making friends on the first day, takes me awhile to warm up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, suffice to say, working in the retail line is easy and tiring. Time goes by soooo slowly when you want it to go by quickly. Esp when it's nearing break fast time, the clock ticks by sooo fucking slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work, went to Al Ameen to meet Shida &amp; Zai for dinner. Haven't met Zai in ages and it was fun, a bit rushed though. I haven't talked to her properly in ages D: Then, off to some under-the-block playground to &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; HA HA HA. Off home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee I keep on going to Geylang so annoying la. It's just the first week of Ramadhan and I've been there twice siol. I still have to go a couple more times to get baking stuff and maybe a baju kurung in case the friends are going out jalanjalan for Hari Raya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI WHY NO ONE POP BY MY WORKPLACE CHEENABUAY. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8796821423193930322?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8796821423193930322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8796821423193930322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8796821423193930322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8796821423193930322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-what-work-is-like-fucking-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-320427102458194866</id><published>2008-09-05T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:57:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, it's no biggie working in the retail line. Like srsly. First day of work was kinda... bland. I wore my happy undies to make me said emotion and I think it worked 'cos I'm pretty shy with new people and take a while to warm up. When I arrived at work, Ricky, just told me that I'm in charge of the men's section. Then he went to do other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF. Grrrrl, I thought he was supposed to tell me more. Grr so I just got down to business, tidying the place up. I folded the clothes that customers touched and I even arranged the clothes according to size! Wow, IKR. I was done in like a really short time and I got fuh-reaking bored. Okay not eaxctly bored, 'cos I was constantly people watching and all. So I just started unpacking bags of clothes, taking out the tissue wrapping &amp; the plastic packages, and folding the clothes to be placed on the racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee the asst. shop mgr told me that she felt I have been working in Fox since forever :D I was just THAT bored. I did until closing and the shoppers just wouldn't leave! The store was supposed to close at 10 and people just kept on coming in and trying on clothes. But at least everyone who came in at the last min bought smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the contract said that I have to work a minimum of 2 weekdays and 2 weekends roight? I was expecting to have to work from Wednesday to Sunday non-stop. Budden horx my next workday was on Sunday! Yay me to have picked an outlet that has a lot of staff :D Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught latest episodes of PR, ANTM &amp; JDMA. Me thinks the latest crop of girls in ANTM are spectacular, minus a couple of annoying ones. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-320427102458194866?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/320427102458194866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=320427102458194866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/320427102458194866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/320427102458194866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/actually-its-no-biggie-working-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-3724854927898076412</id><published>2008-09-02T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:30:09.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SL0xX-oQBQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9NWAVuftloI/s1600-h/vivo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SL0xX-oQBQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9NWAVuftloI/s320/vivo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241399829347697922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SL0xdEa3BtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h_x-0Ziancg/s1600-h/Fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SL0xdEa3BtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h_x-0Ziancg/s320/Fox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241399916801492690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiu tiu, hints on my workplace. If you can't decipher it, I will laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHHHHH AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you seriously don't get it, just come to the mentioned shopping mall and go to every shop ha ha ha. Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-3724854927898076412?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/3724854927898076412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=3724854927898076412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3724854927898076412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/3724854927898076412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiu-tiu-hints-on-my-workplace.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SL0xX-oQBQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9NWAVuftloI/s72-c/vivo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-1099525325490005354</id><published>2008-09-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:47:23.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SLwAWWVPoAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/x2d1qvMwDcw/s1600-h/self+shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SLwAWWVPoAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/x2d1qvMwDcw/s320/self+shot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241064450304221186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr Slutty Seventeeeeen to me :D This picture amuses me HA HA HA. Let me just sing an imaginary birthday song to myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to meee&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to meee&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very holy today. You know, since the birthday coincides with the first day of Ramadhan and all. Like, I didn't curse for the entire day! Okay maybe it might have slipped out once. Reaaally! Only once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah at least one of my wishes came true :D The momster is talking to me. Not only that, we are getting very friendly! &amp;she went out just now and bought me a gorgeous shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo, I spent the entire day lazing about. I got up at 9 ish and proceeded to read EVERY SINGLE PAGE of The Straits Times. Hah even the fuhh-reaking Classifieds section, even though technically, I have a job :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE HEE AND ITS NOT POPEYESSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then proceeded to channel surf and I whored the remote control until 4 ish. Caught Oprah, Rachael Ray, Project Runway, Dreamgirls, Chart Attack and stuff. Grrr very eventful indeeeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh you know Archuleta's single is sooooooo goood! It is ab fab, I tell ya. Go listen, it's called Crush in case you didn't know/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-1099525325490005354?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/1099525325490005354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=1099525325490005354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1099525325490005354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/1099525325490005354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/09/grrr-slutty-seventeeeeen-to-me-d-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SLwAWWVPoAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/x2d1qvMwDcw/s72-c/self+shot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-4595132178801129180</id><published>2008-08-31T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:01:32.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt this attached to a school before, like I have with Temasek. I wouldn't exactly say very attached to it but well, I like TMS. There were lots of bad memories, then I think of the good memories and the bad ones fade out. Momentarily. Then I rmb all the horrible stuff I went through and I wonder if it is such a good idea to come back or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did and I'm glad I did. Lotsa hugging with old friends, friends whom I've not met for 6 months and beyond. Grr, it was fuh-reaking hot I was perspiring soooo badly. Left for town afterwards and lunch-ed at The Hut once again. This time round with Ersy Zanagon Zah. It felt good to be with the old friends, insulting each other and chattering nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I lunched there on Thursday too, wtf. Carbs. Motherfucking carbs dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a cursing tirade, 'cos I intend to minimize/stop my cursing habits for the month of Ramadhan. Heeh so I shall milk it for all its glory before I promptly stop on Sunday right before midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt, my birthday on the first day of the fasting month. God must be trying to tell me something. Hah I can't listen to music, what TV, go for movies and yada yada. But do I listen? Nooooo, of course not. It's hard to live without music and I usually go to the movies once a week. And my books are full of sexual content/innuendo. Ha ha ha so much for the holy month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-4595132178801129180?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/4595132178801129180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=4595132178801129180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4595132178801129180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/4595132178801129180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-never-felt-this-attached-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-7829547116979661963</id><published>2008-08-28T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:11:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf9mehkDT5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yf9mehkDT5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA ONCE AGAIN. If I were that guy on the train, I would be crying by now ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, school's out. Last exam paper I sat for was sooo horrible, I know without a doubt I failed it. It's like when I took the A Math paper at the end of Sec 3 and the moment I left the hall, I knew I failed the paper. It was that easy to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impromptu session at Macs and off to Kim's place with Dana and Farhanah. OHMGEEEEE, Kim's place is to die for. Like, without a doubt the most fab condo I've seen. It would fit like a T in GG, that's for sure. Passed time beng afraid of her fat cats while the others petted them, then to the clubhouse for a few rounds of Game of Life and Taboo. It feels good to indulge in a little old-school fun once in a while. I know that won't be the last time I'll be there, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bout of interviews today, with Farhanah, Afiqah &amp; Kim. Well, we only went for one but it seems plentiful, really. The interviewer was quite bitchy, but nothing I couldn't handle. Just my most flashing coy-smile and intensive nodding of my head like as if she's Queen, took care of that. Grr, now to wait for the call. Taking note of my track record with interviews, I can safely say I have no confidence with actually getting a job so I shall stop right now before I go into the sob story- that is my interviewing track record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, lunch at The Hut :D HA HA HA the maitre'd was speaking weirdly. I think I might have missed out on the part that she is very Table Tennis genre- China nationals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soup of the day is Chilli soup."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, whaaat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Soup of the day is Chilli soup."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, chilli soup?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, no! Chickennnn."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh, right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA that was weird. I've never heard of Chilli soup lol. Played Taboo during our meal and the place was freezing cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks it might have been the fact that we were sitting under the air-conditioning vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kinda miss my mum. Yes, she's still alive and kicking. But the cold treatment is getting annoying. And, it always happens every year nearing my birthday. Don't get me wrong, I love the whole "freedom" thing that comes with this treatment, whereby you don't ask me much when I say I'm going out. But I know my limits enough that even if I do go out, I come back by 7 ish. Grr, why the fuck am I so nice? All I want is to get back to old times where I can bitch to you about my day, annoying friends and all the random stuff. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-7829547116979661963?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/7829547116979661963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=7829547116979661963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7829547116979661963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/7829547116979661963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/08/ha-ha-ha-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-8908363065001215098</id><published>2008-08-26T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:58:19.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SERENA KILLED SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-8908363065001215098?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/8908363065001215098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=8908363065001215098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8908363065001215098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/8908363065001215098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/08/serena-killed-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-5117351807941640970</id><published>2008-08-26T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:24:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"But even you know jealousy clashes with L L Bean pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my damn, I wanna slap Jenny so hard. She is so fucking cocky and an annoying twat. She deserves to be fucked upside down with a broomstick. I know you were a loser before your brother dated the hottest girl in school, but that doesn't mean you have to be a complete bitch while climbing the social ladder, right/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I'm bitching about a fictional character. Dr. Phil on Extension 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I am so annoyed. Okay, two I'm annoyed at- Jenny and Marketing exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jenny, I loved her old hair and I hate her new hair, she looks like an elementary school kid. Blair is still Queen B, fyi. She is just sooo annoying, like how she "dethroned" Blair and had a boyfriend and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting to find out if her boyfriend is gay ha ha shut up I know I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Marketing paper was a damn sight. Everything I studied came out, cool ain't it? Budden horx-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA ZOMG JENNY'S BOYFRIEND ASHER IS GAY! AND BEST OF ALL, HE'S DATING ERIC!!!! HA HA HA SERENA'S BROTHER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee anyhoo, I had a mental block during the exam. Serious mental block, like my memory only came back after going through the MCQ questions. But only partial recovery and it took me half an hour to figure out the differences between PR and Advertising. The events marketing segment was the worst, I couldn't rmb a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I should shut up. Last paper tmr, I'm relieved. I haven't even started revising for it yet and it's evening alr. Know why, 'cos notes are all done, just have to read through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Gossip Gerxxxxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-5117351807941640970?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/5117351807941640970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=5117351807941640970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5117351807941640970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/5117351807941640970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/08/but-even-you-know-jealousy-clashes-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35422684.post-679608273104353192</id><published>2008-08-25T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:54:29.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAFSTvS_BEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAFSTvS_BEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I LAUGHED SOOO HARD AFTER WATCHING THIS VIDEO. IT GETS SOOOO GOOD DURING THE MIDDLE TILL THE END HA HA HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall compose myself. Why am I studying everything when Winnie clearly stated that study the revision notes? Smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself not to find answers for the Med Soc paper I had in the morning. So, while some people were comparing answers and all, I kinda tuned them out ish. Then I damn kpo, go home, want to see answers for awhile. Then I saw this mistake that made me laugh soooo bad. One of the answers for the short answer qns is in the multiple choice ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veil of Egalitarian Ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA. Imma gonna watch the video again before revising for Marketing tmr :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35422684-679608273104353192?l=suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/feeds/679608273104353192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35422684&amp;postID=679608273104353192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/679608273104353192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35422684/posts/default/679608273104353192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suicidalvirgins.blogspot.com/2008/08/zomg-i-laughed-sooo-hard-after-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameer Zella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15143239487094682795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPmYJ7QRs-Y/SQB80IkWcAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PJuWg2cS_yU/S220/IMG_4951.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
