<?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-37447902</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:33:52.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the welldressedmess.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>593</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5607933274628705797</id><published>2009-09-26T11:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:51:24.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do handstands!</title><content type='html'>Not that this space is not worth keeping, but I think I need a change.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe be jumble crumble tumblr-ed. Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave tune of the moment!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo1catBpvk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=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/Uo1catBpvk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bruises - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.chairliftmusic.com/"&gt;Chairlift&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5607933274628705797?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5607933274628705797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5607933274628705797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5607933274628705797' title='do handstands!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4213216471420445315</id><published>2009-09-16T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:21:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Dimensi membutakan mata memekakkan telinga&lt;br /&gt;Lalu diri menjadi hampa&lt;br /&gt;Saat paradigma dunia tak lagi digunakan untuk menarka&lt;br /&gt;Sadarku akan hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;Mematahkan sendi² yg biasanya tegak berdiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujudku pun takkan memuaskan inginku&lt;br /&gt;untuk hanturkan sembah sedalam kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Adapun ku sembahkan syukur kepada Mu Ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;Untuk nama harta dan keluarga yg mencinta&lt;br /&gt;Dan perjalanan yang sejauh ini tertempa&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah pilihan dan kesempatan&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuat hamba mengerti lebih baik tentang makna diri&lt;br /&gt;Semua lebih berarti apabila dihayati&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah³."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.senikata.com/lirik-lagu-melayu/too-phat/alhamdulillah.html"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/a&gt;, Too Phat&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4213216471420445315?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4213216471420445315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4213216471420445315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4213216471420445315' title='Last three.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6593461868651963581</id><published>2009-09-11T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:34:21.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine.</title><content type='html'>I say this every year &amp; every year, this feeling still have not changed.&lt;br /&gt;I am dreading Syawal. What is Hari Raya &amp; how come every year we still spend it the same way. I feel &lt;i&gt;Rimas&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;oh Rimas! Rimas!&lt;/i&gt;) just thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a PR event &lt;i&gt;non&lt;/i&gt;? It's a way for your &lt;i&gt;kaypoh makciks&lt;/i&gt; to keep tabs on your life so that they can measure your standing against their family &amp; compare. It's a waste of kilograms. Why do we have to eat the same kinds of foods at every house anyway. I have never  minded dressing up, but this year, I'm not that keen. Even Hari Raya songs are not enough to put me in the mood. Why does it always have to be celebratory in the way malays know how &amp; not in the way that it should be. I need something more than 'because it's fun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder how it will make us better.  &lt;br /&gt;ramadhan went by too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6593461868651963581?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6593461868651963581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6593461868651963581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6593461868651963581' title='Nine.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1184499650239489700</id><published>2009-09-08T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:49:00.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drivel &amp; de-clutter.</title><content type='html'>because you're only as big as the thoughts you read &amp;amp; as small as the words you think. how often do we doubt the things that churn out even though it doesn't sound so nonsensical when it's audible. how do you make that count before it becomes smoke. again. how often do you hear the tinkling of headlights &amp;amp; realise that this is no longer what you want only to find that there's no one around to pretend to agree. like children do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we always need to remind ourselves of what we're lacking to make us feel righteous again. sometimes we're so used to getting, we don't bother about who's giving. gave. given. sometimes we're so used to having we care too much about what we're not getting. will you stop asking if I tell you I have asked too much. But if I stop asking You, will You miss these hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll only get better when we've reached the worst. tell me that's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1184499650239489700?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1184499650239489700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1184499650239489700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1184499650239489700' title='drivel &amp; de-clutter.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5762715057511339642</id><published>2009-09-05T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:30:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing, when you were here before...</title><content type='html'>it's different. And when I chewed &amp; swallowed, it suddenly feels like I don't belong here. I didn't belong there. All I could think of was where do I get off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren't pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-07-09T00%3A58%3A00-07%3A00&amp;max-results=7"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;Wrote This For You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading my favourite &lt;a href="http://pleasefindthis.blogspot.com"&gt;lyrical therapy &lt;/a&gt; is always comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5762715057511339642?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5762715057511339642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5762715057511339642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5762715057511339642' title='sing, when you were here before...'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8511796349335443079</id><published>2009-09-04T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:52:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank canvas.</title><content type='html'>After 5 years of looking at the same colourful walls, my room of pink &amp; orange - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/diffangle.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/theothersideofthewall.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(circa 2004)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has been completely painted over into nothing. just plain ol' boring white. It makes me anxious seeing my room just sitting there all washed out &amp; without colour. Now it looks like it isn't any of us (&lt;a href="http://lovelieslust.blogspot.com"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; or me) anymore!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for a bolt of inspiration to hit me so that I can paint something on it. The room looks so lacklustre now, it's depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8511796349335443079?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8511796349335443079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8511796349335443079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8511796349335443079' title='blank canvas.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8130499853723324289</id><published>2009-09-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:55:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>Check out the boy in red! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npy4X-PmdC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=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/npy4X-PmdC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing when I saw this, especially at the part where he did the &lt;i&gt;'I have my eyes on you'&lt;/i&gt; thingy with his fingers. a bit disturbing that kids can imitate this off MTV, but for entertainment's sake, it is quite hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8130499853723324289?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8130499853723324289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8130499853723324289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8130499853723324289' title='smile!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2346411175814751514</id><published>2009-09-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:29:26.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospect.</title><content type='html'>It amazes me how oblivious people can be, even if these people are literally closer to home. I don't think they realize how fortunate they are to have my parents prioritizing them all the time. &amp; It is so unfair that they do not see the depressed expressions on the parents' face each time because, well, they're not here to see it&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen so many examples every single day already. each time I also see the never-ending patience of the parents. &amp; each time I feel like picking up a table &amp; throwing it in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bitter mind you. I've gotten over the fact that I am deemed not as important &amp; am quite comfortable playing the friendly-daughter role as opposed to favourite-daughter role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can someone live the same way for so many years is beyond me. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; my parents are a gem for still loving them the same way. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2346411175814751514?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2346411175814751514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2346411175814751514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2346411175814751514' title='retrospect.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4843801523525484106</id><published>2009-08-31T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:51:38.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no lack of colour here.</title><content type='html'>the baking frenzy will begin soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think besides sewing, the mom actually loves baking. &amp; apparently I'm going to be the unofficial &lt;i&gt;chef de partie&lt;/i&gt;. I'm still trying to bargain my way into making this paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt;, I've become such a cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/P1160877.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nutella rolls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the rallying &amp; ordering &amp; showing support in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;I'm shamelessly plugging here but If you want to order too, just drop me a note on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=521862729&amp;ref=profile"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4843801523525484106?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4843801523525484106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4843801523525484106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4843801523525484106' title='no lack of colour here.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4381470050657959869</id><published>2009-08-30T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:14:45.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turf wars.</title><content type='html'>the problem with having a matriarch in the kitchen is that she is not willing to share. she wanted me to cook but she won't let me really use or move in the kitchen &amp;amp; watched me like a hawk, as if I'm going to pocket her favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senduk&lt;/span&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, following her recipe &amp;amp; amidst all that shuffling, I managed to cook up break fast for the parents. I think they've accepted the fact that I might be borrowing their stomachs for my little cooking experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/P1160845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mutton Chop with Potatoes + bull's eye egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mmm, taste like your mom's. nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okaylah boleh tahan for a first mini-indian dish. but next time must pay attention so it wouldn't hangus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudd: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"not bad but can still be improved on". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed reviews today. which just means, I should not stop cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4381470050657959869?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4381470050657959869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4381470050657959869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4381470050657959869' title='turf wars.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6337478679938869215</id><published>2009-08-29T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:12:16.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate small successes!</title><content type='html'>I'm sharing my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I might be self-plugging here but I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muddnadd.com/"&gt;Mudd&amp;amp;Nadd&lt;/a&gt;'s finally launched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eventsplanningsidekicks.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SprAmU6BXfI/AAAAAAAAB_E/esNO6d1rnKA/s320/EPS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375820869899738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sgthingstodotoday.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SprAm6UUbWI/AAAAAAAAB_M/pGG3UxKMIkE/s320/sgttdtbanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375820879942151522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don't forget to subscribe to the newsletter! thank you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been really exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6337478679938869215?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6337478679938869215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6337478679938869215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6337478679938869215' title='celebrate small successes!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SprAmU6BXfI/AAAAAAAAB_E/esNO6d1rnKA/s72-c/EPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3271541356392691179</id><published>2009-08-28T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:35:33.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking as therapy!</title><content type='html'>I cooked! &amp;amp; it's not something instant too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the recipe that Tajj shared with me way back when. &amp;amp; cooked it for break fast. Was a bit hesitant because, well, I couldn't taste it in advance.  &amp;amp; I'm not such a big fan of garlic. I had a lot of fun though going to the supermarket, picking up ingredients, pretending like I know the many kinds of veggies around (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when I was actually reading the label&lt;/span&gt;), cutting, making up my own salad recipe, narrating the steps in my head &amp;amp; then finally cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/P1160813.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steamed Fish with Lemon Butter &amp;amp; Garlic Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/P1160793.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potato &amp;amp; Greens with Salmon Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quiet affair today, with only the mum &amp;amp; me. she loved the fish, even polishing off the sauce and all. I would say my attempt worked! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khekhe&lt;/span&gt;. the only thing that's missing was dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how much I like cooking. I'm gonna try desserts next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3271541356392691179?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3271541356392691179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3271541356392691179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3271541356392691179' title='cooking as therapy!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4304030232113566930</id><published>2009-08-26T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:00:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted: more ka-ching!</title><content type='html'>It's not such a breeze if my reserves have been used &amp; the pocket's almost dry. &lt;br /&gt;Broke is an understatement right now. The long-term is a work-in-progress &amp; the short-term solution...well, I'm still searching for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating starting a save-a-nadiah charity drive just in case I really don't get to go out of the house at all. Anyone wants my wardrobe? Dresses? Book? Anything? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... why do I want to say I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; joking. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4304030232113566930?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4304030232113566930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4304030232113566930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4304030232113566930' title='wanted: more ka-ching!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-555929942894534062</id><published>2009-08-22T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:45:31.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to a reflective month.</title><content type='html'>dad began the very early morning with a poignant note of how we have to stop being selfish &amp; arrogant because we have to seek, we cannot just sit &amp; wait for it. then he reminded us of how things have to change for us to grow &amp; a very stern '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you must be better than last year if not it will be another wasteful year&lt;/span&gt;'. good words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to us being better &amp; wiser. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; hopefully free of any worry &amp; frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on another note, if I haven't mention it already, it was nice to hear from you, in spite of whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-555929942894534062?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/555929942894534062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/555929942894534062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#555929942894534062' title='here&apos;s to a reflective month.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2686088510543759618</id><published>2009-08-20T22:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:32:39.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quaint hideaway for a day.</title><content type='html'>I won the movie vouchers in a wacky coin toss via sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/vouchers.jsp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/movievouchers_gc08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course we make haste not waste, &amp;amp; we decided on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1041829/"&gt;The Proposal&lt;/a&gt; with quirky &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/a&gt;. typical chic-flick although the fun part comes in the form of the tough boss &amp;amp; her nancy-boy man assistant (instead of the stereotypical posts of man-boss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was different was where we watched it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/cinemas_gvgoldclass.jsp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/golden-village-gv-gold-class-482x40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/cinemas_gvgoldclass.jsp"&gt;GV Gold Class&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/cinemas_gvvivocity.jsp"&gt;Vivocity&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a relaxing experience. they do treat you like you're royalty. what I love the most is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barcalounger"&gt;Barcaloungers&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joey_Tribbiani"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.livesinabox.com/friends/season7/713towrd.htm"&gt;Rosita&lt;/a&gt;). You can order food &amp;amp; drinks, albeit at an exorbitant prices (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;read: M&amp;amp;M's were going for $6&lt;/span&gt;), a button on your table for you to press to call on a server to your seats &amp;amp; blankets for company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, I didn't mind the many ads before the start of the movie because I was parked so comfortably with my chair reclined back &amp;amp; feet up and all. I almost let out a long big '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aaahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;'. a must try at least once. but it will burn a hole in your pocket. worth it if you received movie gift vouchers. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(oh, thanks &lt;a href="http://zalyna.multiply.com/"&gt;lyn&lt;/a&gt; for letting me experience it! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, it's a whooping $36/seat (&amp;amp; this is without foods!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2686088510543759618?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2686088510543759618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2686088510543759618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2686088510543759618' title='quaint hideaway for a day.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1187518725343463714</id><published>2009-08-20T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:05:30.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, kita chill.</title><content type='html'>every girl woman lady is vain, even though we don't like to admit or acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;I fall into the category of people that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; vain but is in total denial, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could go 1 day without makeup. but yesterday I did. It felt weird at first &amp;amp; my first instinct was of course to powder up. but after all the rush of last minute studying for test &amp;amp; whatnots, it seemed like a hassle. so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voila&lt;/span&gt;, nothing on face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an achievement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;amp; he just said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's okay you still look as pretty"&lt;/span&gt;.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1187518725343463714?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1187518725343463714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1187518725343463714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1187518725343463714' title='okay, kita chill.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6652791675445251536</id><published>2009-08-19T00:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:27:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to kill stereotypes.</title><content type='html'>The thing about having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gerek&lt;/span&gt; male lecturers is that they're direct, logical and sometimes quite crude. which is enjoyable to me actually. I've always thought I tend to bend towards women more but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so straight you can snap me in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was different just now because while telling one of his fictional stories, he said something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...then the secretary would probably call ahmad the despatch rider to deliver the documents.."&lt;/span&gt;. It's not the first time I heard someone mention infamous '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahmad the deliveryguy&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be HockHwa or Muthusamy or Alfred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity Ahmad. Ahmad is the delivery rider. Ahmad is the postman. Ahmad is the cleaner. Everything labour = Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the urge to just tell him that Ahmad could be the next millionaire &amp;amp; laughing to the bank with his $$ while everybody else is out stereotyping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that as a race we're sometimes very complacent. But not contented with whatever we have. we're always talking about wanting to improve. But never do. &amp;amp;  instead, still keep on complaining about whatever shit's coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone somewhere must have thought it enough to identify it and label it. then made a passing remark about it strong enough for others to agree &amp;amp; remember it. then that remark is re-used over &amp;amp; over again. &amp;amp; because this thought is reinforced by seeing this race within that particular working areas, Ahmad would forever be stuck doing these dirty jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until he becomes a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;that's the only way that this would die, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6652791675445251536?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6652791675445251536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6652791675445251536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6652791675445251536' title='how to kill stereotypes.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7288194550745493433</id><published>2009-08-18T17:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:21:31.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape artist for fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(click on the tabs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="book"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://flash.youniverse.com/vdna_book.swf" style="" id="PersonalityBook" name="PersonalityBook" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="best" wmode="transparent" flashvars="i1=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_407C03FA.jpg&amp;amp;t1=Art is...&amp;amp;i2=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_3E1B8C3B.jpg&amp;amp;t2=This is how I like to enjoy music...&amp;amp;i3=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_599C250F.jpg&amp;amp;t3=My kind of treat...&amp;amp;i4=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-63A7E935.jpg&amp;amp;t4=What makes you feel free?&amp;amp;i5=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-1975E345.jpg&amp;amp;t5=That's gross...&amp;amp;i6=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-3C8BF3C8.jpg&amp;amp;t6=Right now what I would most like to be doing is...&amp;amp;i7=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-6DA4C4D5.jpg&amp;amp;t7=My kind of bedroom...&amp;amp;i8=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-52A9CCFF.jpg&amp;amp;t8=My kind of holiday...&amp;amp;i9=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_3C050507.jpg&amp;amp;t9=My kind of excitement...&amp;amp;i10=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-703E2B9E.jpg&amp;amp;t10=My favorite type of landscape...&amp;amp;i11=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_-12B04B13.jpg&amp;amp;t11=My kind of drink...&amp;amp;i12=http://resources-ak.youniverse.com/RESIZE_47AF8AB4.jpg&amp;amp;t12=The best thing about friends...&amp;amp;ht=You love being a little bit naughty. Being good all the time is too boring – life should be about enjoyment. Your choice of drink reflects extravagant taste. You're fruity and adventurous and always up for trying something new. As for the home, you have an expressive personality and like to be in surroundings that lift your mood.&amp;amp;mt=You're romantic in your outlook and love the simplicity of nature. You can be a little nostalgic and love revisiting familiar places and memories. When it comes to art, you appreciate raw and edgy work – you like to be challenged. You're definitely open-minded and very honest. You love nothing more than a music gig in the open air with a bunch of friends and a couple of drinks. You get a real buzz from watching a live performance - there's no better escape.&amp;amp;lvt=You're a really sociable animal at heart.  Nothing beats hanging out with all your favorite people.  It can be super low-key, as long as everyone's together. When you think of freedom - you think of living for the here and now. You’re pretty fearless and take any opportunity open to push yourself to the limit.&amp;amp;ft=Always the first to take the leap, you like to look forward, and try to have no regrets. You like to see where life takes you - this positive attitude will give you a wealth of experience. For kicks, you like to switch off and immerse yourself in another world . You are thoughtful and imaginative, cultured and creative. You like to look at life from a different perspective.  When it comes to holidays, there's no stopping you once you've got the taste for adventure… It's a chance to explore activities that you don't have the time for in day-to-day life. &amp;amp;habitslabel=Back to Basics&amp;amp;moodlabel=Easy rider&amp;amp;funlabel=Escape Artist&amp;amp;lovelabel=Socialite&amp;amp;gender=&amp;amp;where=&amp;amp;lookingfor=&amp;amp;screenname=nadiah_yusoff&amp;amp;aboutme=" width="490" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how accurate and colourful this &lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/myvdna"&gt;visualDNA &lt;/a&gt;is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7288194550745493433?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7288194550745493433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7288194550745493433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7288194550745493433' title='escape artist for fun.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4743427863243890550</id><published>2009-08-16T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:00:34.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fill in the spaces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 141px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/3tq34r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is always room for change.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hope this coming&lt;a href="http://www.ramadhanzone.com/index.asp"&gt; ramadhan&lt;/a&gt; allows for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4743427863243890550?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4743427863243890550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4743427863243890550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4743427863243890550' title='fill in the spaces.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7429424810031769874</id><published>2009-08-16T02:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:48:15.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to be world famous 101.</title><content type='html'>Both movies have the same actor. Both characters have weird accents &amp;amp; funny English. They have no qualms about invading other peoples' privacy. &amp;amp; the 2 of them are obsessed with wanting to be world famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0889583"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/Borat_movie.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0889583"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/3742431422_6e94da5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, give me &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443453/"&gt;Borat (2006)&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; his quirks anytime &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0889583/"&gt;Bruno&lt;/a&gt; is just too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny is still his forte but this time around Bruno, the movie is too gay-centric. It's a compelling way to make a statement &amp;amp; I think &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0056187/"&gt;SachaBaronCohen&lt;/a&gt; is really a creative writer to craft all of this out by using over-the-top actions, incredulous script and as usual, crazy outofthisworld antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno underlines the problems with the American culture, from parents who are obsessed with doing anything to make their babies famous to adopting African kids to gay converters to the high sexual innuendos that seems to be ubiquitous there - everything's controversial. it is Bruno after all, so don't expect anything less than provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, laughing at whatever is on screen seemed really mean even though it is hilarious. it leaves a really weird feeling after watching. not happy from laughing but well, impartial &amp;amp; a little bit guilty.  Bring your liberal thinking &amp;amp; watch Bruno. then laugh like I know you will. and then see if you agree with my sentiments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; you know after so many years of always having to flash my IC when buying tickets, for Bruno, they didn't need to check my birth date! like finally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7429424810031769874?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7429424810031769874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7429424810031769874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7429424810031769874' title='how to be world famous 101.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8104473821579162511</id><published>2009-08-14T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:24:38.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pocketful of sunshine.</title><content type='html'>captured: my parents &amp; their silly antics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196476788666_1130855157_15492.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196436587661_1130855157_15490.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196477188676_1130855157_15492.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196476228652_1130855157_15492.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196436467658_1130855157_15490.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196478348705_1130855157_15492.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6049_1196436627662_1130855157_15490.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am loving all the green! &lt;br /&gt;anyone up for another scenic walk? &lt;i&gt; khekhe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8104473821579162511?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8104473821579162511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8104473821579162511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8104473821579162511' title='a pocketful of sunshine.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1365635940630620227</id><published>2009-08-14T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:16:11.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sungguh the sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kepada Nadiah,cita cita awak yang bergunung ganang akhirnya tercapai jua. Saya amat suka badge yang anda beri. Lu dan Mudd rocks takkan mati. Lain kali kita hang out minum kopi dan tarik teh. Kereta saya sudah terlalu banyak rahsia orang tersimpan sampaikan naik mogok benda itu."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://imriel.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt; huril ain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1365635940630620227?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1365635940630620227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1365635940630620227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1365635940630620227' title='sungguh the sweet.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1943106807150411987</id><published>2009-08-12T01:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:48:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye negativity.</title><content type='html'>the words filled my mind in screaming big bold letters.&lt;br /&gt;it was good to let it all out. reading it over, it sounded like a bad case of wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, I'm just going to Focus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye on the prize, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1943106807150411987?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1943106807150411987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1943106807150411987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1943106807150411987' title='goodbye negativity.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-169406522734235642</id><published>2009-08-11T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:45:22.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it's not so blue.</title><content type='html'>the family walk-about day didn't happen like how we wanted it to. &lt;br /&gt;because it rained. thebrother opted out. we went out late. &amp; somehow, thefather was abit &lt;i&gt;off&lt;/i&gt;. he looked like he needed a male companion rather than hanging out with 3 ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it was relaxing, just walking &amp; enjoying nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, loud cannot hurt a free monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/plainsunset"&gt;Plainsunset&lt;/a&gt; was gorgeous!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_QzZeegENU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=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/H_QzZeegENU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;Find A Way - Plainsunset&lt;/b&gt; ] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they still sound so good &amp; I still love this song even after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to them live, I remember the memories flashbacks emotions break-ups concerts baybeats polydays screaming-out-lyrics pressing repeat. &amp; I remember being sad&amp;peaceful after all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a whole other feeling listening to it when you're happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-169406522734235642?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/169406522734235642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/169406522734235642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#169406522734235642' title='when it&apos;s not so blue.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4894347393147533310</id><published>2009-08-10T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:39:19.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when random backfires.</title><content type='html'>when in doubt, surf.&lt;br /&gt;illustrators &amp;amp; their visual therapy never fail to inspire me out of my tiresome brainless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedieline.com/blog/2009/07/before-after-help-remedies.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 246px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6a00d8345250f069e2011571295e0e970c-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;packaging for 'help' pills&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoilt plans had us being absolutely ambivalent &amp;amp; totally missing out on &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; national day celebrations. which was depressing &amp;amp; exactly the opposite of what I wanted to do. except for the sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the plan tomorrow is like a walk in the park. literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4894347393147533310?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4894347393147533310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4894347393147533310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4894347393147533310' title='when random backfires.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4465180689779060596</id><published>2009-08-09T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:05:51.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless.</title><content type='html'>it feels like something's amiss. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I'm feeling so fickle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/P61100942-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ndp 08&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the one thing that miss most: more fighter jet action. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all out, celebrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4465180689779060596?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4465180689779060596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4465180689779060596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4465180689779060596' title='clueless.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3058477933500559857</id><published>2009-08-09T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:58:22.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort in chaos.</title><content type='html'>if you're wondering what I've been up to so far, here's a sneak peek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/MuddNadd-Pins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like keeping a good secret - the time bomb kind that makes you want to just spill out the beans to anyone you meet. yes, if you cannot tell already, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; excited. excitement has its perks too. I'm glad we're still staying this quirky &amp;amp; happy. sometimes I really wonder what the hell are we gonna do if we're not doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much pondering, time has made me reach to a point that I don't care anymore. anymore about the things that I used to, which feels weird but much needed. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; changed and it is really liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who was I kidding. I can never stay away from writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3058477933500559857?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3058477933500559857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3058477933500559857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3058477933500559857' title='comfort in chaos.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4010288511007548314</id><published>2009-07-28T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:42:15.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me take a moment.</title><content type='html'>here's something to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wearenightowls/2833184610/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/recenticons/2833184610_e42b5c3b83.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;you know, this space is not a priority anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4010288511007548314?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4010288511007548314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4010288511007548314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4010288511007548314' title='let me take a moment.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2277935208509342201</id><published>2009-07-27T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:03:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny side up sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Katie-Katie's Birthday Picnic: 26 July 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun. I really love &lt;a href="www.sbg.org.sg"&gt;The Botanic Gardens&lt;/a&gt;. There's a certain casualness the place exudes. from the plants, to the long-winding walk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=91970&amp;id=521862729&amp;saved#/album.php?id=521862729&amp;aid=91970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1546.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1574.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1587.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/kats%20bday/IMG_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely won't mind going there again. &lt;br /&gt;Can't say the same for the other 3 though, &lt;i&gt;khekhe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2277935208509342201?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2277935208509342201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2277935208509342201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2277935208509342201' title='sunny side up sunday.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3630412566214946430</id><published>2009-07-26T01:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:36:29.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say a prayer for yasmin ahmad.</title><content type='html'>was shocked when I heard  &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/articles/20090725074453/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the news&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yasminthefilmmaker.blogspot.com"&gt;Yasmin Ahmad &lt;/a&gt; was one of the malay directors that I look out for (besides &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P.Ramlee"&gt;P.Ramlee &lt;/a&gt;) because I so love the lessons, ironies &amp; stories behind her movies. &amp; you know me, I don't even like or watch regular malay movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yasminthefilmmaker.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/2612173587_b22f1fb6aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysia (&amp; the rest of the world) just lost one brilliant talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3630412566214946430?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3630412566214946430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3630412566214946430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3630412566214946430' title='say a prayer for yasmin ahmad.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1511710804785499061</id><published>2009-07-24T23:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:17:42.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" dadddyy... dadddy sayang mummy tak?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"buah betik, buah jambu. biar betik kau jambu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="www.teaterkami.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6440_1180853635813_1062341960_54558.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rather impromptu decision to watch but we were excited nonetheless. '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gelora Jiwa Remaja - Kisah Mummy and Daddy&lt;/span&gt;' (by &lt;a href="http://www.teaterkami.multiply.com"&gt;Teater Kami&lt;/a&gt;) was understandable (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by my standards!&lt;/span&gt;) &amp; enjoyable, with its&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; bahasa melayu pasar&lt;/span&gt;. with my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;half-past-six&lt;/span&gt; malay &amp; my sometimes closet &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;minah&lt;/span&gt;-talk, I feel so belonged, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hurhur&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. Right smack on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minahspeak.livejournal.com"&gt; mat&amp;minah&lt;/span&gt; language &amp; actions &lt;/a&gt;. Nice use of colour. &amp; elements. plus, it's quite interactive too - it felt like the casts were talking right to us sometimes. reminds me so much of secondary school what with the same kind of crap that's being spouted out &amp; oldschool songs they kept playing (malay songs by Rahmat, NewBoyz to name a few). there's a certain kind of comfort knowing that things haven't change much &amp; the same kind of language is still being used by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mats&amp;minahs&lt;/span&gt; today (' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kiwak!', 'siak ah', 'boleh blah ah!' darah up siol!&lt;/span&gt; '). but with this comfort, is a sense of... reckless abandonment, that there's actually nothing we can do to change how or what is spoken. we just have to accept it. like how &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singlish"&gt;singlish &lt;/a&gt; exists, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mat&amp;minah&lt;/span&gt; language is here to stay. embracing it is another thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a dull moment &amp; I applaud the scriptwriter for the witty comical ' slumber-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; ' lines. the ending could be more impactful but I think it would need more than a 1.5 hour show to drive &amp; drill the lessons into the teens' minds. still, I'm not so sure how through doing the things that you're telling the kids &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do - actually touching hugging grinding almost-kissing scenes - is the correct way of letting them know that it's wrong.  but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ohwell&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's a double edge sword&lt;/span&gt;" said mr.unromantic &amp; I agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first malay play in a long time &amp; I'm glad we went. a nice mental stimulant. The play did it job well; by invoking new-old thoughts and of course, definitely succeeded in dishing out old-new emotions on something that we can always relate to even though we hate to admit it (because: "anyone who's a malay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a Mat or a minah"). of course, we got to extend our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mat-minah&lt;/span&gt; vocabulary too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, it took quite a while to get the &lt;a href="http://minahspeak.livejournal.com"&gt; minah-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; phrases&lt;/a&gt; outta my head. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1511710804785499061?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1511710804785499061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1511710804785499061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1511710804785499061' title='&quot; dadddyy... dadddy sayang mummy tak?&quot;'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1301283532427624985</id><published>2009-07-23T23:34:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:32:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do the shuffle.</title><content type='html'>try to keep up. &lt;br /&gt;hand on the Shuffle, let's make it play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you be cheesed off with &lt;a href="www.macdonalds.com.sg"&gt;MacDonalds&lt;/a&gt; for introducing something (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;le delicious cinnamon melts&lt;/span&gt;) and then taking it away from us even though I kinda get it that they're just testing the market and our receptiveness but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt;, why do we need something green with our fries? who eats seaweed fries all the time anyway. what I dont get is why american tv shows (like &lt;a href="www.jimmykimmellive.net"&gt;jimmykimmel live&lt;/a&gt;) love to show footage of an iranian/iraq/arabic presidential person giving a speech and then dubbing it over with some nonsense &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jibberish&lt;/span&gt; script that everyone thinks is funny when it really is just drivel. I fail to see the humour in it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what I cannot stand is the lack of anything good on the tube every thursday. which brings me to another point, in &lt;a href="www.facebook.com"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt; today all i see is TGIF and something about friday being over. that made me check so many times what day today actually is, like I missed some kind of memo that was sent out. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cannot wait for the weekend&lt;/span&gt;. not that it makes any difference to me, it's just nice saying that. still, these aching bones come from the lack of sleep and the deprivation of delicious&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-ness&lt;/span&gt;, the sweet desserts sucker that i am. but it doesn't explain my lethargic state like somehow I cannot sit still sit straight and just want to slide down on the cold cold floor and stay there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something else: i miss IJ. the craziness is crazy and the crazy &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was disturbingly enjoyably painful. out of work into another new element of zany which ironically, is keeping me sane. &amp; also, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iloveyou&lt;/span&gt; and sushi, because now I feel like getting some raw salmon to fuel my appetite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;saya mahu ketawa dengan kuat hingga terbahak2 dan tergolek2 di atas lantai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beritahu&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friday, I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1301283532427624985?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1301283532427624985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1301283532427624985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1301283532427624985' title='do the shuffle.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2413549168429523429</id><published>2009-07-22T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:38:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then it was dark.</title><content type='html'>I woke up early in hopes of catching a glimpse of the solar eclipse, even though we could see it only partially on this little red dot. Unfortunately, I also woke up to the sounds of rain so I could only watch this rare event on &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/ptm/"&gt;Prime Time Morning&lt;/a&gt; from the comforts of my couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090722/ts_nm/us_eclipse_asia_7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090722/wl_nm/us_eclipse_asia_4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wondrous sight (nevermind the grainy pixelated &amp; shaky shots). the longest one yet. must enjoy it you know. by the time the next long one comes (year 2132), i think we'll all be gone. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2413549168429523429?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2413549168429523429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2413549168429523429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2413549168429523429' title='and then it was dark.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5095464304393951222</id><published>2009-07-21T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:08:23.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, to have it melt!</title><content type='html'>besides the madhatter work &amp; mr.unromantic, my newest obsession: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macdonalds.com.sg"&gt;MacDonald's&lt;/a&gt; Cinnamon Melts!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sungguh sedap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/2233901135_24766bfe23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/mcdcinnmelts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop thinking about it since morning! &amp; then was gonna grab some on my way home only to find out the Cinnamon Melts at bukitbatok are out of stock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cannot get it out of my head. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5095464304393951222?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5095464304393951222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5095464304393951222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5095464304393951222' title='oh, to have it melt!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8185140481545002472</id><published>2009-07-20T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:41:34.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pocketful of sunshine.</title><content type='html'>somehow lots of people think that I'm so super-freakin' free now that I'm not working. that I'm shakin' my legs spending &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt; like I have it growing out of my money plant at home. not like I give a rat's ass what they think. So life's been a little tough, busy &amp; tiring. but all is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for these plans coming our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last weekend saw another milestone in katie-katie's life: Alina's 1st Birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6532_1171827583205_1453480895_46120.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sungguh cute&lt;/span&gt; right. the little one was in her own little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6532_1171822423076_1453480895_46117.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another highlight: meeting durgadewberry after 9 Looooong years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/6532_1171822463077_1453480895_46117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tear when I saw her because, well, she left in such unwelcoming circumstances. we kept in touch, &amp; I'm glad. but she did miss most parts of our teenage to half-adults to finally (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;) adult lives. thank God we're having the time to catch up. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, this makes it a harder hit. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;time just drags it down you know? &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how long we're going to do this to the point that it will somehow get destroyed. &amp; stale. like the others. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;. ohwell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8185140481545002472?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8185140481545002472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8185140481545002472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8185140481545002472' title='pocketful of sunshine.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5274477677762210093</id><published>2009-07-17T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:21:34.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>echoes in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5hsQP5qi6U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5hsQP5qi6U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trouble Sleeping&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.perishersmusic.com/"&gt;The Perishers&lt;/a&gt; ] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T I JUST FALL ASLEEP ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5274477677762210093?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5274477677762210093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5274477677762210093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5274477677762210093' title='echoes in my head.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8939035896271011461</id><published>2009-07-14T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:23:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as real as it gets.</title><content type='html'>it makes a huge difference, not working (so much) &amp; then attending classes at night.  usually I'll be fighting off yawns once lecture starts. this renewed energy's giving me motivation to concentrate more now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was why I was so bummed when I found out that the amount wasn't enough. i'm amazed thebank didn't tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; felt even more...shitty..when theparents stepped in saying that they'll help me pay &amp; told me: "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't stress stress&lt;/span&gt;".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so sickening to leech. &lt;br /&gt;...I dunno why I'm feeling so angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8939035896271011461?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8939035896271011461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8939035896271011461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8939035896271011461' title='as real as it gets.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3868962274185717698</id><published>2009-07-13T00:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:09:20.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when working feels like playing.</title><content type='html'>i think one of my motivation lies in the time spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SloWQIaAn3I/AAAAAAAAB88/Mbmvx4iPy5k/s1600-h/sotrue.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SloWQIaAn3I/AAAAAAAAB88/Mbmvx4iPy5k/s400/sotrue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357619173100920690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;well &lt;/span&gt;spent. &lt;br /&gt;now I cannot even imagine what life would be if we didn't start it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3868962274185717698?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3868962274185717698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3868962274185717698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3868962274185717698' title='when working feels like playing.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SloWQIaAn3I/AAAAAAAAB88/Mbmvx4iPy5k/s72-c/sotrue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8847034741712286269</id><published>2009-07-11T01:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:19:10.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we go black&amp;white in the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/nms/nms_html/nms_content_6d.asp?content_template=4&amp;amp;content_id=4&amp;amp;tab_id=4&amp;amp;cine_id=1491&amp;amp;fest_id=2"&gt;Night Festival&lt;/a&gt; this time wasn't as carnival&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; as I thought it would be. I miss the big balloons &amp;amp; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh so&lt;/span&gt; colourful bright neon lights. but. they've expanded locations &amp;amp; though i didn't go to any,  there was a whole lot of flea markets tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWRdSMuI/AAAAAAAAB7c/NekcpQiB4Yk/s1600-h/P1160698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWRdSMuI/AAAAAAAAB7c/NekcpQiB4Yk/s320/P1160698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893600935457506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleHj2f16fI/AAAAAAAAB8E/tSXhveIg-uk/s1600-h/P1160702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleHj2f16fI/AAAAAAAAB8E/tSXhveIg-uk/s320/P1160702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356899331774736882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWlX9YNI/AAAAAAAAB7k/2fRXpC1Xp-s/s1600-h/P1160710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWlX9YNI/AAAAAAAAB7k/2fRXpC1Xp-s/s320/P1160710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893606281830610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWzLTo4I/AAAAAAAAB7s/UgxRHp1suIk/s1600-h/P1160715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWzLTo4I/AAAAAAAAB7s/UgxRHp1suIk/s320/P1160715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893609986859906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang-orang kampung&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seniman_Bujang_Lapok"&gt;Seniman Bujang Lapok&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/nms/nms_html/index.asp"&gt;National Museum&lt;/a&gt;. I always wonder why it's still so funny even after we, I, anyone, have watched this so many freakin' times. &amp;amp; this time it has english subtitles. I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;amp; you for company, I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8847034741712286269?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8847034741712286269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8847034741712286269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8847034741712286269' title='we go black&amp;white in the night.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SleCWRdSMuI/AAAAAAAAB7c/NekcpQiB4Yk/s72-c/P1160698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-143703076960479589</id><published>2009-07-08T22:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:02:33.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1234, tell me that you love me more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what have I been doing lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uncle's wedding is finally over. family affair was chaos.&lt;br /&gt;- addicted to wedding cake, wedding food, wedding &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kueh&lt;/span&gt;s &amp;amp; wedding party crackers&lt;br /&gt;- i am trying to stop eating but unfortunately staying home is keeping me on the  munchies&lt;br /&gt;- school has started. Final Semester! &lt;br /&gt;- the weather's been playing with my nose. thanks to the hot then not then the showers, the flu &amp;amp; fever has been making me inspiration&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-less &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; almost&lt;/span&gt; lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlSpiGLyrVI/AAAAAAAAB7U/e0oajmQRygo/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356092260091080018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I've been keeping my chin up &amp; keeping myself busy thinking about thinking on things that I love doing. still doing it right now. I'm bothered that soon I might run out of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt; because of textbooks. I'm bothered by this lack of freakin' space.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bothered still, by these &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ape-telah-terjadi&lt;/span&gt; events.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i can let go faster so that it won't haunt me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-143703076960479589?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/143703076960479589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/143703076960479589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#143703076960479589' title='1234, tell me that you love me more.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlSpiGLyrVI/AAAAAAAAB7U/e0oajmQRygo/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-519529679241059288</id><published>2009-07-06T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:16:55.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stretch &amp; fold it.</title><content type='html'>i would add more pictures but i'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;all the random episodes have sorta short-fused my drive to type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aYsNgHgnVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/7aYsNgHgnVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://wearephoenix.com/journal/?page_id=714"&gt;1901&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://wearephoenix.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just shuffle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-519529679241059288?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/519529679241059288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/519529679241059288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#519529679241059288' title='stretch &amp; fold it.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7937528110797673044</id><published>2009-07-05T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:01:33.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stop.</title><content type='html'>The sign at one mrt station said :&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it doesn't matter how slow you go as long as you don't stop&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confucius"&gt;confucius&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comforting. &amp;amp; what it means is, I've gotta get up to speed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7937528110797673044?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7937528110797673044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7937528110797673044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7937528110797673044' title='don&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7715963783888886675</id><published>2009-07-05T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:40:59.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding cake makes good comfort food.</title><content type='html'>any wedding has that much chaos, so the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gerek&lt;/span&gt;Uncle's two days of madness is not much surprise to me. if anything, the many little surprises that it came with was relished with much humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the usual array of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; makciks, the unfriendly stares &amp;amp; the sudden downpours, everything thankfully went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turned to us &amp;amp; jokingly said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woit, i've already found my second. when's your turn?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i just rolled my eyes, groaned un-ladlylike loudly &amp;amp; told him how I expect him to sponsor mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then I told him how it doesn't really matter who marries next as long as there's the usual justdesserts because wedding cakes are so deliciously yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7715963783888886675?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7715963783888886675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7715963783888886675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7715963783888886675' title='wedding cake makes good comfort food.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1224793049675572423</id><published>2009-07-02T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:17:32.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to live or let die.</title><content type='html'>sometimes my tongue suddenly gets a gag order, imposed on mouth by my own freakin' hard head just because i feel that i never have to hurt another to get my point across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things i want to say that i did. eventually. &lt;br /&gt;things that i don't like saying but i know i should &amp; must.&lt;br /&gt;things that i want to say to rebutt whatever it is that has been said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then the things that slipped out that i shouldn't even spout out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, besides still liking the position that i'm in in my life, i have to admit, somehow i don't have the inspiration to write it all out now. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1224793049675572423?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1224793049675572423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1224793049675572423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1224793049675572423' title='time to live or let die.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3285686951800184136</id><published>2009-06-30T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:36:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the cue from Monk</title><content type='html'>see, we've got a lot to learn from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0312172/"&gt;Monk&lt;/a&gt;. granted, his eccentric cleaning &amp; obsessive straightedge-ness can be too freakin' &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiasu"&gt;kiasu&lt;/a&gt;, in this pork-ish times (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pun intended&lt;/span&gt;) he proves it is good to clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you meet me, let's do dettol &amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hand_sanitizer"&gt;sanitize&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;because this paranoia is growing with every nightly shiver.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3285686951800184136?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3285686951800184136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3285686951800184136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3285686951800184136' title='taking the cue from Monk'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2348205750390931007</id><published>2009-06-29T23:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:57:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fill it with...more void.</title><content type='html'>my right arm might have a growing bulge at the rate that I'm pumping &amp; moving that hot steel rod over the piles of cloth. Yes, it's true. I've become an ironing lady, all for the sake of my uncle's wedding (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp; cold hard cash, of course&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; No, I'm not taking on any other domestic jobs. anymore. i might as well be a voluntary pre-mature housewife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm really trying to say is, an entire day at home with the whole bunch might be the only thing that will eventually drive me to insanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/Moveable_Type/archives/000823.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345519697354642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 184px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Si57bedJX5I/AAAAAAAAB6U/3OPo840edoc/s320/stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Smarter Conversations do not require the input of stupid people."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- hugh macleod, gapingvoid.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with this dry money spell + constant annoying need to keep on re-buying my stuffs, all the more I wish I can file for a temporary pass to move out. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2348205750390931007?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2348205750390931007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2348205750390931007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2348205750390931007' title='fill it with...more void.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Si57bedJX5I/AAAAAAAAB6U/3OPo840edoc/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-540554289228159287</id><published>2009-06-26T22:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:35:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to motivate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkdgK3adrmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkdgK3adrmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SkD1ott2ZRI/AAAAAAAAB7E/3RYv52u0_tM/s1600-h/deepestfear.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elise.com/quotes/a/marianne_williamson_our_deepest_fear_is_that_we_are_powerful_beyond_measure.php"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SkD1ott2ZRI/AAAAAAAAB7E/3RYv52u0_tM/s320/deepestfear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350546437131625746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a spark. it gets annoying if i get uninspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;movie clip: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0393162/"&gt;Coach Carter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original quote: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marianne_Williamson"&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-540554289228159287?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/540554289228159287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/540554289228159287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#540554289228159287' title='how to motivate!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SkD1ott2ZRI/AAAAAAAAB7E/3RYv52u0_tM/s72-c/deepestfear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4310309383512825676</id><published>2009-06-26T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:05:09.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday, go solo.</title><content type='html'>can you blame me if quiet makes me paranoid.  I'm surprised I'm back to loving busrides now.&lt;br /&gt;there's a certain calm with the mediocre scenes that the buses pass through. there's no place that  those 4 wheelers don't go apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many big news this week aren't there? including my own relatives.&lt;br /&gt;all the more we should live a balanced life of now &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i pitied the non-&lt;a href="http://www.yanswersblogsg.com/"&gt;michael jackson&lt;/a&gt; fans because suddenly the radio remembered him again &amp;amp; started playing his songs over &amp;amp; over. not that i mind - his songs have always been in my playlist (since &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106965/"&gt;free willy&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;amp; even now, in nancymidnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been alive all this time &amp;amp; no one bothered.&lt;br /&gt;it proves that people always &amp;amp; only remember you more when you're gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4310309383512825676?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4310309383512825676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4310309383512825676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4310309383512825676' title='friday, go solo.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1788188767774116139</id><published>2009-06-24T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:37:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a 3 hour recess.</title><content type='html'>thegreen made him softer &amp;amp; kinda solemn, which was understandably right. but well...weird. i didn't think i could ever get used to that quietness. Until.. he heard the supermarket music &amp;amp; started "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gettin' jiggy with it"&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now that's the mr.spontan i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khekhe&lt;/span&gt; i still have that image running in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cardboardlove.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 346px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/nadiah1316/mLSRsDBUGox5hfzm6jMr9Yjbo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i cannot lie very well; i was excited about the night-off today. &amp;amp; well, the remaining days doesn't seem so bad now.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay people&lt;/span&gt;, because you know i'm never mushy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1788188767774116139?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1788188767774116139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1788188767774116139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1788188767774116139' title='in a 3 hour recess.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3105953808517808988</id><published>2009-06-23T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:30:54.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another case of show &amp; tell</title><content type='html'>if someone asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"why would you want to live aimlessly like this? slacking &amp;amp; enjoying life when you still have to find money to live tsk tsk"&lt;/span&gt; what will you say? would you feel insulted &amp;amp; go on the defensive or laugh &amp;amp; smile your way out of answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, i don't care if he doesn't believe my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he still have it in his head that i'm using this as an excuse to just get out of the company. which is moronic+ ironic because he keeps repeating that they would "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;support &amp;amp; help out anyone with a passion &amp;amp; a dream&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as ismailharon puts it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'inilah semangat maggi: 2 minit nyer cerita.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3105953808517808988?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3105953808517808988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3105953808517808988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3105953808517808988' title='another case of show &amp; tell'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2037346545476100492</id><published>2009-06-23T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:32:38.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pocketful of mumbles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh tarik&lt;/span&gt; talks make good conversations for our taking.&lt;br /&gt;it is good to let go &amp;amp; let live. of course, what better way to do it than on a monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is random. but you know, i don't want to be the girl friend who must always talk about some guy she's dating or the partner she's with. i don't want to be the one to talk about who she loves all the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freakin' &lt;/span&gt;time.  i get conscious of always making that mistake &amp;amp; always subconsciously self evaluate on whether i talk about mr.spontan too much. i don't know why i always want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khekhekhe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's how i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have something in common with you chicas.&lt;br /&gt;or it could be that i'm just lucidly happy to share my adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or...i'm thinking it could just be that 1 day passes by so slowly, 5 will take longer. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2037346545476100492?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2037346545476100492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2037346545476100492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2037346545476100492' title='pocketful of mumbles.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4389557635423583331</id><published>2009-06-21T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:54:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you know what?</title><content type='html'>this weekend was jam-packed with events. we just went ahead &amp;amp; followed whatever we felt like doing. pity we didn't get to see people shakin' their asses to hot music. still, it's a wonderful feeling to be just randomly going along whimsically with whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I like it that the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.singaporeriverfestival.com"&gt;Singapore River Festival 2009&lt;/a&gt; has a &lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/srf09/main.html"&gt;flea market&lt;/a&gt; going on during weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this week just breezes through.&lt;br /&gt;5 days seem like a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4389557635423583331?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4389557635423583331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4389557635423583331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4389557635423583331' title='hey you know what?'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5126178803414235267</id><published>2009-06-20T12:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:53:20.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best things in life are silly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Sjxmzt6UTJI/AAAAAAAAB68/HkGx9sgrzqM/s1600-h/pairs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Sjxmzt6UTJI/AAAAAAAAB68/HkGx9sgrzqM/s320/pairs.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349263496092863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i had an instax with me so that i can just go snap-happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, we're never the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always-taking-pictures-everywhere-we-go-to-remember-the-moments-so-we-can-keep-the-pictures-&amp;amp;-show-it-to-our-kids&lt;/span&gt; kind of people. that means i dont have many photos of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a camera &amp;amp; i do bring it along, but somehow amidst all the madness it gets forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are not important after all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khekhe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it doesn't matter because you're still so silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5126178803414235267?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5126178803414235267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5126178803414235267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5126178803414235267' title='the best things in life are silly.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Sjxmzt6UTJI/AAAAAAAAB68/HkGx9sgrzqM/s72-c/pairs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2848729925938211273</id><published>2009-06-19T07:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:43:02.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the start as we know it.</title><content type='html'>this all-time favourite song seems apt when paired with these favourite adventures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVXng3sSxLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVXng3sSxLE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundtracklyrics.net/song-lyrics/youve-got-mail/dreams.htm"&gt;Dreams&lt;/a&gt; - The Cranberries&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Oh, my life, Is changing every day,&lt;br /&gt;In every possible way. And oh, my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;It's never quiet as it seems, 'Cause you're a dream to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2848729925938211273?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2848729925938211273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2848729925938211273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2848729925938211273' title='the start as we know it.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2256953907903069211</id><published>2009-06-17T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:39:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love drug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Draw whatever it is you feel &amp;amp; like about your years to come,"&lt;/span&gt; said the primary 3 teacher. i didn't keep my drawing but i remembered sketching something like this (with the word&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bright&lt;/span&gt;) but with many more larger awkward flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SjkZPLZ2ehI/AAAAAAAAB60/hWtQtzXtjho/s1600-h/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SjkZPLZ2ehI/AAAAAAAAB60/hWtQtzXtjho/s320/future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348333781029124626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets clearer. while i always look back (what else but to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; be nostalgic),  i cannot wait for the adventures &amp;amp; moments that will happen in forward too; neon bright with much colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;, you'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2256953907903069211?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2256953907903069211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2256953907903069211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2256953907903069211' title='love drug.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SjkZPLZ2ehI/AAAAAAAAB60/hWtQtzXtjho/s72-c/future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5277381736010357347</id><published>2009-06-15T23:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:54:51.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the strawberry kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"confirm, chop, stamp"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it IS &lt;em&gt;sungguh lain&lt;/em&gt; . so this is what new feels like &lt;em&gt;ey&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;sheesh&lt;/em&gt;, this is really what i get for helping. &lt;em&gt;tapi takpe. yang penting, happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will take me a while to let go being the sentimental fool that i am but hell, i will let go soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should have taken a picture of us all dancing to mr.random's chicken dance at marinasquare because we looked so mad right then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5277381736010357347?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5277381736010357347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5277381736010357347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5277381736010357347' title='attack of the strawberry kids.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2808561077974920775</id><published>2009-06-14T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:14:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of familiarities &amp; strangers.</title><content type='html'>it feels lighter sitting there. different but lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; especially relaxing sitting with some &lt;em&gt;crazy-ass&lt;/em&gt; people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get it why we have to come up there to cut the cake. but ohwell, 3 years is 3 years of goodbye. it was great seeing some familiar faces again. i simply love talking to them &amp; meeting new people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; talking to new people, even strangers. striking up a convo with them or simply smiling- strangers always seem to want to talk to me, especially when we're in the ladies. today, is one example (&lt;em&gt;a girl asked me about my tudung &amp; ring&lt;/em&gt;). not that i mind, i find it really interesingly fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great to have the freedom to be random. &lt;br /&gt;i love this installation the most: &lt;a href="http://www.whatdoyouwanttobestranger.com/"&gt;WhatDoYouWantToBeStranger&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2808561077974920775?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2808561077974920775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2808561077974920775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2808561077974920775' title='of familiarities &amp; strangers.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1060103500556434312</id><published>2009-06-13T07:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:22:01.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when a Massive Flea Attacks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SjLis1MAhhI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2axmI0b_e8E/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346584967461766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SjLis1MAhhI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2axmI0b_e8E/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally some digging &amp; (cheap) shopping, yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1060103500556434312?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1060103500556434312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1060103500556434312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1060103500556434312' title='when a Massive Flea Attacks!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SjLis1MAhhI/AAAAAAAAB6s/2axmI0b_e8E/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5222771543122135218</id><published>2009-06-13T07:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:19:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia, oh!</title><content type='html'>feeling nostalgic: this time last year we would be the one with sleepless nights, scampering all over &amp; going off on a trip, laughing all the time. i had the most crazy time that year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories. seems like in a flash, we've come to the 3rd anniversary of it all. i'm glad i'm coming as a guest this year, even though i'll be a guest with nothing to wear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;, but that's a different story altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5222771543122135218?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5222771543122135218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5222771543122135218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5222771543122135218' title='nostalgia, oh!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4708488285797929126</id><published>2009-06-09T23:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:32:46.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a speck of white.</title><content type='html'>Did i tell you about the time we met the planet Saturn? she pops up only once or twice in years. it was like looking into a peephole &amp;amp; seeing one cute little speck of white. literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348349454270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Si5-AMHxPzI/AAAAAAAAB6k/npPZ-R4Jdgs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(saturn from a telescope)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that tiny little white that looks like a cut out is all you get to see from here on our dear gaia. &lt;em&gt;sungguh comel loteh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4708488285797929126?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4708488285797929126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4708488285797929126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4708488285797929126' title='a speck of white.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Si5-AMHxPzI/AAAAAAAAB6k/npPZ-R4Jdgs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3637952414194075738</id><published>2009-06-09T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:29:16.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh whatthehell was i thinking?</title><content type='html'>the saying whatgoesaroundcomesaround is so apt right now, especially today when i was incessantly clicking my mouse up down left right non-&lt;em&gt;freakin'-&lt;/em&gt;stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, whatwasithinking. i was prepared to find a good wall &amp;amp; knock my numbskull head in.&lt;br /&gt;tetapi! tidak mengape! im still free &amp;amp; i would still have my free time, at least with more &lt;em&gt;ka-ching&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;$$$&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to finish it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3637952414194075738?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3637952414194075738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3637952414194075738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3637952414194075738' title='oh whatthehell was i thinking?'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5032755225775773599</id><published>2009-06-05T00:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:19:15.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...as your bad day disappears.</title><content type='html'>i get tired all the time now, it seems. &lt;br /&gt;still, was trying very hard not to bop my head on the mrt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2Yakosxe8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2Yakosxe8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenplastic.com/lyrics/jigsawfallingintoplace.php"&gt;Jigsaw Falling into Place&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.radiohead.com/deadairspace/"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you take my hand Just as you write my number down &lt;br /&gt;Just as the drinks arrive Just as they play your favourite song &lt;br /&gt;As your bad day disappears No longer wound up like a spring &lt;br /&gt;Before you've had too much Come back in focus again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for&lt;br /&gt;. the wonderful thing is this freedom to choose.&lt;br /&gt;. &amp;amp; everyday is a lesson, everyday something new to learn.&lt;br /&gt;. change is a constant.&lt;br /&gt;. opportunities that come knockin' to keep me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;. randomness, because that's where love is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5032755225775773599?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5032755225775773599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5032755225775773599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5032755225775773599' title='...as your bad day disappears.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1919774979459018636</id><published>2009-06-04T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:37:13.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this space is quiet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ahh&lt;/em&gt;, the wonders of the internet &amp; especially, facebook! &lt;br /&gt;instantly everything goes. tonight, I even got a recipe for one (sounds) deliciously-garlicky-fishy meal (thanks tajj!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steamed Dory w/ Lemon Butter &amp; Garlic Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients for the sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1 block of butter&lt;br /&gt;2. Fresh parsley (except for the stem, chop the rest into small pieces)&lt;br /&gt;3. 6-8 pieces of garlic (de-skin, place your knife on top of each garlic, just knock it to gently smash it)&lt;br /&gt;4. 1 spoonful of honey mustard&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 spoonful of mayo&lt;br /&gt;6. 1 spoonful of cream cheese (optional, since already have mayo. alternatively, u can use nestle cream sauce)&lt;br /&gt;7. A sprinkle of lemon zest&lt;br /&gt;8. Salt and pepper (just a pinch will do)&lt;br /&gt;9. Half a lemon's juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the above quantity will be enough for you to marinate a total of 3-4 fillets, depending on the size of each fillet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix all the ingredients for the sauce and stir it well &lt;br /&gt;2. Lay down the fillet in the tray.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sprinkle some salt and pepper on the fillet.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spread the mix evenly on the fillet.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fold the fillet into half.&lt;br /&gt;6. Then spread the mix on the top of the folded part.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cover the tray with a towel (or any napkins will do) so as to trap the heat and make the fillet all moist.&lt;br /&gt;8. Put the tray in the microwave and leave it for 7 minutes (or slightly longer if there are a lot of fillet in one tray).&lt;br /&gt;9. Once done, poke through to see if the fillet has thoroughly cook. &lt;br /&gt;10. If so, lay the steamed fillet on a plate and pour the remaining sauce on top of the fillet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try it one day! will let you know how (edible!) it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1919774979459018636?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1919774979459018636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1919774979459018636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1919774979459018636' title='this space is quiet.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-441322231061864366</id><published>2009-05-31T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:12:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in other news,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-441322231061864366?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/441322231061864366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/441322231061864366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#441322231061864366' title='in other news,'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1799667371276084989</id><published>2009-05-31T10:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:12:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chase, don't follow.</title><content type='html'>normal didn't last very long but it was good to get it out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;i feel Free knowing that i can come &amp;amp; go as i please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiH1A0Jk55I/AAAAAAAAB58/sfQriCp401M/s1600-h/askingforme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiH1A0Jk55I/AAAAAAAAB58/sfQriCp401M/s400/askingforme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341820027385735058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;so chase, don' just follow&lt;/em&gt;", mr.michael said to me once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling bigboss wasnt as scary as i thought it would be. &amp;amp; it was a relief. couldnt shake off the 'applepie' insult though &amp;amp; today I woke up dreaming of a blended apples. so be-littling sometimes they can be. but. i'm still, &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1799667371276084989?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1799667371276084989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1799667371276084989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1799667371276084989' title='chase, don&apos;t follow.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiH1A0Jk55I/AAAAAAAAB58/sfQriCp401M/s72-c/askingforme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-9094263059013026507</id><published>2009-05-30T00:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:09:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>the mrt ride on &lt;em&gt;le last day&lt;/em&gt; was one of purpose. i really thought i was gonna bawl my eyes out. turns out, i managed to keep it all in despite a couple of almost-teary moments. i really pity mr.P because of the amount of work im leaving him with. he'll probably hate me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, the &lt;em&gt;numero uno&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(#1)&lt;/strong&gt; on my list: &lt;strong&gt;the people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAinO12geI/AAAAAAAAB5s/CTJqaLixRl8/s1600-h/P1110884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341307215455617506" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAinO12geI/AAAAAAAAB5s/CTJqaLixRl8/s200/P1110884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiATX4dLRGI/AAAAAAAAB2c/RF9qfWLL1vo/s1600-h/n601423037_1223857_9000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341290459074085986" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiATX4dLRGI/AAAAAAAAB2c/RF9qfWLL1vo/s200/n601423037_1223857_9000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGUO3DJI/AAAAAAAAB40/nvf1BvCR-bk/s1600-h/forced+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341304450943749266" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGUO3DJI/AAAAAAAAB40/nvf1BvCR-bk/s200/forced+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGrQJsyI/AAAAAAAAB48/nZ0MJ1Ocw9Q/s1600-h/crazyccpesptII.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341304457123181346" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGrQJsyI/AAAAAAAAB48/nZ0MJ1Ocw9Q/s200/crazyccpesptII.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgG9MOK-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/C9EDUUTuQMU/s1600-h/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341304461938535394" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgG9MOK-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/C9EDUUTuQMU/s200/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiATYFy1xRI/AAAAAAAAB2k/k2iwz2WSSZg/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341290462654612754" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiATYFy1xRI/AAAAAAAAB2k/k2iwz2WSSZg/s200/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGC4beUI/AAAAAAAAB4s/zGV2yceRUO0/s1600-h/n771182629_1027636_7391.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341304446286264642" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGC4beUI/AAAAAAAAB4s/zGV2yceRUO0/s200/n771182629_1027636_7391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQxOr-NI/AAAAAAAAB5k/6qFAYDO2DFU/s1600-h/DSCN1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341305730037971154" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQxOr-NI/AAAAAAAAB5k/6qFAYDO2DFU/s200/DSCN1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQjJ3ifI/AAAAAAAAB5c/VFcvLUyZb0Q/s1600-h/all+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341305726259661298" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQjJ3ifI/AAAAAAAAB5c/VFcvLUyZb0Q/s200/all+of+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiATXb2cunI/AAAAAAAAB2E/oJzwtQPI7-w/s1600-h/IMG00017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQSh-PJI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ePj2YqwJunc/s1600-h/tourists!.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGAfmRAI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Q33NFM9e6VE/s1600-h/DSC_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341304445645243394" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAgGAfmRAI/AAAAAAAAB4k/Q33NFM9e6VE/s200/DSC_1015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQEnr3yI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qpdsMHjywj4/s1600-h/n506224814_2513975_5564807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341305718063226658" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAhQEnr3yI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qpdsMHjywj4/s200/n506224814_2513975_5564807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of course, familiarity grew into comfort &amp;amp; emotionalattachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;, i am going SO going to miss them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-9094263059013026507?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/9094263059013026507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/9094263059013026507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#9094263059013026507' title='3 years in a nutshell.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAinO12geI/AAAAAAAAB5s/CTJqaLixRl8/s72-c/P1110884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8169647000116597290</id><published>2009-05-29T23:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:45:37.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;: being part of the ccpe community! &amp;amp; all the social events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAd7b1PYtI/AAAAAAAAB4U/wgXH1rKUmus/s1600-h/herdamasnor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341302064981959378" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAd7b1PYtI/AAAAAAAAB4U/wgXH1rKUmus/s200/herdamasnor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAXPqgY_yI/AAAAAAAAB20/qLekH6G-LGg/s1600-h/3.+Alan+doing+the+hula+for+the+crowd!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341294715937029922" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAXPqgY_yI/AAAAAAAAB20/qLekH6G-LGg/s200/3.+Alan+doing+the+hula+for+the+crowd!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAXQAFaqgI/AAAAAAAAB3E/qV8pdC45sOY/s1600-h/scaryjoker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341294721729473026" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAXQAFaqgI/AAAAAAAAB3E/qV8pdC45sOY/s200/scaryjoker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAd7QmBbhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/eLuf1oWa7Jk/s1600-h/n771182629_1029868_5057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341302061965340178" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAd7QmBbhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/eLuf1oWa7Jk/s200/n771182629_1029868_5057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAZ6YyL-sI/AAAAAAAAB3U/yKYxwjmNMuw/s1600-h/1_152907414l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341297648937466562" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAZ6YyL-sI/AAAAAAAAB3U/yKYxwjmNMuw/s200/1_152907414l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAZ7JzziJI/AAAAAAAAB30/foA8PFh28Uw/s1600-h/1_423624911l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAXP3G8ikI/AAAAAAAAB28/qjG_fbHhhcM/s1600-h/1_127258949l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341294719319968322" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAXP3G8ikI/AAAAAAAAB28/qjG_fbHhhcM/s200/1_127258949l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAbjIhcydI/AAAAAAAAB4M/aEV4tTvZC1Q/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341299448458562002" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAbjIhcydI/AAAAAAAAB4M/aEV4tTvZC1Q/s200/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..great times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8169647000116597290?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8169647000116597290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8169647000116597290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8169647000116597290' title='still counting.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SiAd7b1PYtI/AAAAAAAAB4U/wgXH1rKUmus/s72-c/herdamasnor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8523046084695137361</id><published>2009-05-29T06:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:26:10.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work is a see-saw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;#3:&lt;/strong&gt; the responsibility of working &amp;amp; being an (&lt;em&gt;unofficial&lt;/em&gt;) teacher-&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt; figure (&lt;em&gt;minus the marking the exams the stress of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;students&lt;/em&gt;!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8523046084695137361?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8523046084695137361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8523046084695137361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8523046084695137361' title='work is a see-saw.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7278950751630916705</id><published>2009-05-28T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:46:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left with momentos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#13&lt;/strong&gt;: the rush of school madness &amp; chasing deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#12&lt;/strong&gt;: the art gallery; wide spaces &amp; full of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#11&lt;/strong&gt;: random conversations along walkways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10&lt;/strong&gt;: being a first aider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9&lt;/strong&gt;: calm &amp; quiet of schoolholidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8&lt;/strong&gt;: ah-meng's teh &amp; (secret stashed) brownies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;/strong&gt;: seeing the look on people's faces as I walk out of the churchy-looking school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;/strong&gt;: loooong &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; lunches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt;: going out with the girls, watching them compete &amp; winning or admiring them for fighting hard &amp; keeping their heads up even when losing &amp; then seeing their faces light up over something exciting (or over nothing at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;: school events &amp; all its craziness! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm down to my 2nd last day &amp; nothing much has changed (&lt;em&gt;for le workdesk&lt;/em&gt;) except that mr.tall has (almost!) settled in &amp; i'm finding it harder to just &lt;em&gt;freakin'&lt;/em&gt; let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7278950751630916705?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7278950751630916705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7278950751630916705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7278950751630916705' title='left with momentos.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7986849268583814616</id><published>2009-05-24T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:12:27.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/ShljcHEIfFI/AAAAAAAAB18/LT_Rl-SOBVk/s1600-h/howyouland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339408167808302162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/ShljcHEIfFI/AAAAAAAAB18/LT_Rl-SOBVk/s400/howyouland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7986849268583814616?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7986849268583814616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7986849268583814616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7986849268583814616' title='note to self.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/ShljcHEIfFI/AAAAAAAAB18/LT_Rl-SOBVk/s72-c/howyouland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6974706978717371104</id><published>2009-05-24T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:03:01.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ambivalent start.</title><content type='html'>last week this week! i'm just afraid i wont finish whatever by friday's end.&lt;br /&gt;still, i am looking forward to passing this long overdue baton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14:&lt;/strong&gt; the worn out desk. i wish i can whisk it away &amp;amp; plant it somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6974706978717371104?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6974706978717371104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6974706978717371104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6974706978717371104' title='ambivalent start.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2637235455828928390</id><published>2009-05-23T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:33:58.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pack up &amp; let go.</title><content type='html'>well, i was armed with dusters, wet wipes, garbage bags &amp;amp; files. but, the desk is still as messy &amp;amp; now i have to get new files to do more organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the realisation came too late: 3 years' worth cannot fit into a box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2637235455828928390?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2637235455828928390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2637235455828928390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2637235455828928390' title='pack up &amp; let go.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6852784456411884977</id><published>2009-05-23T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:29:24.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday fiesta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;# 15:&lt;/strong&gt; the IJ Spirit &amp;amp; IJ Fiesta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/She-L7cct8I/AAAAAAAAB1k/C4mV8P4oqj0/s1600-h/P1080396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338944995415865282" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/She-L7cct8I/AAAAAAAAB1k/C4mV8P4oqj0/s320/P1080396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dunking machine - Fiesta '07)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/She-L6Ya2UI/AAAAAAAAB1c/sYWyK9sZM8M/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338944995130530114" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/She-L6Ya2UI/AAAAAAAAB1c/sYWyK9sZM8M/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(duel ala gladiator - Fiesta '08)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go snap crazy like the past years. simply because, I really had not much time to. it was crazy, especially when theoffice suddenly became the popular venue for an impromptu (&lt;em&gt;spoilt rich annoying&lt;/em&gt;) childrens' party. out, i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i didn't like this year - they had a huge gingerbreadman as a mascot.&lt;br /&gt;freaky as hell, especially when it started following me when i was hurriedly walking away from it.&lt;br /&gt;24yearsold &amp;amp; I still cannot let go of my fear of mascots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6852784456411884977?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6852784456411884977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6852784456411884977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6852784456411884977' title='friday fiesta.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/She-L7cct8I/AAAAAAAAB1k/C4mV8P4oqj0/s72-c/P1080396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4079374343578035290</id><published>2009-05-21T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:54:35.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under pressure.</title><content type='html'>the words brought me back to reality &amp; well, that little sad place again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told the colleagues of the decision made &amp; the replacement coming, missF said, &lt;em&gt;"you mean you're really leaving us? you mean this person is coming in to Actually replace you?"  &lt;/em&gt;...So incredulous her expression, as if I was only kidding all these while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly teared but was saved by thecolleagues constant nonsensical ribbing of &lt;em&gt;"3 years so fast, when we see you again,you'll prolly be pregnant with ur first child"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"don't forget us when u're rich &amp; happy" "if you dont visit us we'll crash ur house because we know where you live"&lt;/em&gt; &amp; (the best one)&lt;em&gt; "we'll probably be old by the time you have kids, so if you're looking for fulltime babysitters, keep in touch!"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 16:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CrNkTTiE5gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=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/CrNkTTiE5gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;Under Pressure - IJ Dance Ensemble @ Dance Night '08&lt;/strong&gt; ] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to le fleamarket @ IJ Fiesta tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;7 more days baby! which means... I  better start packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4079374343578035290?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4079374343578035290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4079374343578035290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4079374343578035290' title='under pressure.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-946018362973560100</id><published>2009-05-20T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:14:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope, for the hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."&lt;/em&gt; — Oscar Wilde.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sudden urge to grab some brushes &amp; start painting something (&lt;em&gt;anything!&lt;/em&gt;), is coming back. always &amp; especially when my half-open eyes are staring at some white wall. i noticed that i've been successful in ensuring that thehouse is not covered in too much white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i'm running out of steam is because of this annoying reallyitchy eyes, uninspirational surroundings &amp; the fact that i had a scare just now when i found out my harddisk (&lt;em&gt;which has everything valuable&lt;/em&gt;) nearly went &lt;em&gt;ka-puuuuut&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-946018362973560100?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/946018362973560100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/946018362973560100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#946018362973560100' title='hope, for the hopeless'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3795053453128968242</id><published>2009-05-19T12:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:23:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks eyes, for the 2day reprieve.</title><content type='html'>like a true singaporean, i would say this is one of the best things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(things i'm gonna miss)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;#17&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; MC &amp; medicine thanks to mediguard's blue card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safe for this sore eyes of mine, the pile of waiting work on desk, boring afternoon tv shows &amp; the fact that i'm not the only one at home, i'm really feeling at ease here armed with noelle (&lt;em&gt;le lenovo&lt;/em&gt;) &amp; tomyam cup noodles for lunch-&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaxing is inspiring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3795053453128968242?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3795053453128968242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3795053453128968242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3795053453128968242' title='thanks eyes, for the 2day reprieve.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1341022940822412420</id><published>2009-05-19T01:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:00:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...&amp; then there's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#21:&lt;/strong&gt; the smell of canteen food &amp;amp; the simplest delicious meal of &lt;em&gt;mee rebus&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#20:&lt;/strong&gt; huge spaces. &amp;amp; girly screams echoing from within the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#19:&lt;/strong&gt; looking at the shiny trophies &amp;amp; arranging them like some OCD person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#18:&lt;/strong&gt; freedom of Colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/ShGgLSreQgI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4ZKXLZgR55Y/s1600-h/bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337223149263929858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/ShGgLSreQgI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4ZKXLZgR55Y/s320/bright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1341022940822412420?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1341022940822412420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1341022940822412420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1341022940822412420' title='...&amp; then there&apos;s...'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/ShGgLSreQgI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4ZKXLZgR55Y/s72-c/bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-2613247969486692953</id><published>2009-05-19T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:43:07.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything in its place.</title><content type='html'>what worried me was the realisation that I am not as flexi-minded as i used to be. i wonder if it's just the age reminding us of how much child has left. which might explain why i never know what to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now: &lt;a href="http://www.rrbatwork.com/"&gt;play&lt;/a&gt; is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4CtrsmITGY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=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/-4CtrsmITGY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You twist when I shout, In when i'm out, There when I'm here &lt;br /&gt;Why do I bother? Laugh when i'm down, Whine when I make a sound &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parolesmania.com/paroles_great_spy_experiment_the_43534/paroles_the_great_decay_770044.html"&gt;The Great Decay &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thegreatspyexperiment"&gt;The Great Spy Experiment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ] &lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more days of work rush &amp; le dreaded spring cleaning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-2613247969486692953?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2613247969486692953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/2613247969486692953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#2613247969486692953' title='everything in its place.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5377131132607586879</id><published>2009-05-12T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:53:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't give me ache, head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SglThUD68XI/AAAAAAAABzc/tycRoF6RjAk/s1600-h/P1160420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887065383006578" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SglThUD68XI/AAAAAAAABzc/tycRoF6RjAk/s320/P1160420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SglThGJ-oiI/AAAAAAAABzU/tob2HV1Mog0/s1600-h/P1160436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334887061650317858" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SglThGJ-oiI/AAAAAAAABzU/tob2HV1Mog0/s320/P1160436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#22:&lt;/strong&gt; we're all weird like that. i'm the youngest one &amp;amp; they always accomodate me.&lt;br /&gt;or try to in their oldfashioned ways. which is good considering that sometimes i act oldfashionedly myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're the people i never thought i would but could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&amp;amp; the countdown starts!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5377131132607586879?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5377131132607586879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5377131132607586879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5377131132607586879' title='don&apos;t give me ache, head.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SglThUD68XI/AAAAAAAABzc/tycRoF6RjAk/s72-c/P1160420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4831973811553668746</id><published>2009-05-11T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:02:05.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimentalists unite!</title><content type='html'>to retort &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000130/"&gt;jamieleecurtis&lt;/a&gt;'s "&lt;em&gt;why do you keep clutter&lt;/em&gt;?",&lt;br /&gt;(i like it) when &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/index.shtml"&gt;jayleno&lt;/a&gt; said "&lt;em&gt;in chaos there is order&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what i don't like is the dread of work.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i cannot wait till i'm up &amp;amp; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4831973811553668746?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4831973811553668746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4831973811553668746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4831973811553668746' title='sentimentalists unite!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5696086699443419436</id><published>2009-05-07T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:12:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said no.</title><content type='html'>&amp; she cannot disguise the disappointment in her voice. &lt;br /&gt;one of the hardest things i had to hear. but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i will miss, most definitely: Mrs.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5696086699443419436?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5696086699443419436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5696086699443419436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5696086699443419436' title='i said no.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8693338988148423135</id><published>2009-05-06T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:43:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off the top of my head,</title><content type='html'>- &lt;em&gt;lagi satu &lt;/em&gt;&amp; then &lt;em&gt;boleh tutup buku&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt; - how the hell am I going to clear work &amp; the messiness that is my desk in &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8693338988148423135?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8693338988148423135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8693338988148423135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8693338988148423135' title='off the top of my head,'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3909273423529246853</id><published>2009-05-06T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:36:07.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"why unreason is better than reason."</title><content type='html'>i'm such a sucker for petite books that is either written by my favourite authors or has huge typography, creative wordplay &amp;amp; stretches le imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so trust me when i say, if you're looking for something new to learn then read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Arden"&gt;Paul Arden&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Whatever-You-Think-Opposite/dp/0141025719"&gt;Whatever You Think, Think The Opposite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SgGnq-0L3PI/AAAAAAAAByk/jQoYn62WxzY/s1600-h/arden_cover.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paularden.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paularden.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729542823165650" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SgGpQ-M0vtI/AAAAAAAABy8/N29QmtSK28U/s320/arden_cover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/michaelsurtees/259746497/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332729540672683794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SgGpQ2MG_xI/AAAAAAAABzE/3jL4g-ne0Qc/s320/259746651_a8da1dc059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book is talking to me. &lt;br /&gt;it's as if them big letters are standing on the sidelines waving their pom-poms &amp;amp; cheering me on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3909273423529246853?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3909273423529246853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3909273423529246853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3909273423529246853' title='&quot;why unreason is better than reason.&quot;'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SgGpQ-M0vtI/AAAAAAAABy8/N29QmtSK28U/s72-c/arden_cover.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-9075417175025364102</id><published>2009-04-30T17:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:07:55.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end, crazy wins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Sfl2Ze82cvI/AAAAAAAAByU/NFu_JHLoRic/s1600-h/Convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330421814146790130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Sfl2Ze82cvI/AAAAAAAAByU/NFu_JHLoRic/s400/Convo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY. WITH BIG MONEY. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we had tombstones, wouldn't that be something cool to be etched in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i got a voice of positivity &amp; confidence from the unlikeliest conversation. which turns out to be what i really needed to hear; after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-9075417175025364102?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/9075417175025364102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/9075417175025364102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#9075417175025364102' title='in the end, crazy wins.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Sfl2Ze82cvI/AAAAAAAAByU/NFu_JHLoRic/s72-c/Convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1343895345763906385</id><published>2009-04-28T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:36:45.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V.M.E (verymixedemotions)</title><content type='html'>truth be told, whilst I know theFear is gangin' up around me, I am quite excited &amp;amp; I feel free-&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt; knowing that I have a due date to these shackles on my feet that has been plastered to my workdesk for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad is sad. Soon is soon. but I cannot help being excited, in spite of.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being in a washingmachine &amp;amp; someone just pressed the SPIN button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1343895345763906385?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1343895345763906385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1343895345763906385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1343895345763906385' title='V.M.E (verymixedemotions)'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6889931189625096112</id><published>2009-04-28T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:23:04.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday's moments today. (#24)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcewIWqiRI/AAAAAAAABx8/RbEdp4uH9PM/s1600-h/P1160485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762496241371410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcewIWqiRI/AAAAAAAABx8/RbEdp4uH9PM/s200/P1160485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcewVvn3rI/AAAAAAAAByE/8JBl9UwHLSY/s1600-h/P1160504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762499835715250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcewVvn3rI/AAAAAAAAByE/8JBl9UwHLSY/s200/P1160504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfceflUensI/AAAAAAAABxk/FL8x-cIrR2E/s1600-h/P1160472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762211959054018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfceflUensI/AAAAAAAABxk/FL8x-cIrR2E/s200/P1160472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcefSq4PRI/AAAAAAAABxc/23vuS-AWRL4/s1600-h/P1160473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762206952733970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcefSq4PRI/AAAAAAAABxc/23vuS-AWRL4/s200/P1160473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcefoNYKmI/AAAAAAAABxs/-boZ_RM8WR0/s1600-h/P1160493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762212734577250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcefoNYKmI/AAAAAAAABxs/-boZ_RM8WR0/s200/P1160493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfceffMOY9I/AAAAAAAABxU/TwGiyUYb3Uc/s1600-h/P1160488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329762210313823186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfceffMOY9I/AAAAAAAABxU/TwGiyUYb3Uc/s200/P1160488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny right, how 3 years ago we were in the same developmental courses together &amp;amp; yesterday we met again in the same workshop. came full circle &amp;amp; displacement = zero (something I've learnt from the science teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're having a headache-y field day with our batch now that we're down to __. really gratifying, this slight rebellious feeling i'm sure we all are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;a href="http://essenziale.pitas.com/"&gt;le sidekick&lt;/a&gt; said (&amp;amp; i concur), "&lt;em&gt;it's just time to move on&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6889931189625096112?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6889931189625096112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6889931189625096112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6889931189625096112' title='yesterday&apos;s moments today. (#24)'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfcewIWqiRI/AAAAAAAABx8/RbEdp4uH9PM/s72-c/P1160485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4798892810977861917</id><published>2009-04-26T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:25:19.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buried in books.</title><content type='html'>it was a little bit claustrophobic sitting in a classroom for the MR exam instead of taking it in the grand hall like always. there's just nothing to look at in the classroom &amp;amp; the ceilings are just so &lt;em&gt;blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to be one of the first people to go into the exam venue, just so I can experience the sweet feeling of relieve faster. 2 more &amp;amp; then I can really relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that saturday wasn't relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun just laughing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4798892810977861917?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4798892810977861917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4798892810977861917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4798892810977861917' title='buried in books.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6293506103150714833</id><published>2009-04-26T01:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:50:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, it's on repeat.</title><content type='html'>I forgot how endearing &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372824/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Les Choristes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (The Chorus) is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://okto.sg/index.htm"&gt;Okto&lt;/a&gt; is really much better than le predictable &lt;a href="http://5.mediacorptv.sg/default.aspx"&gt;channel5&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird how I first watched this movie whilst manning the videoezy counter, arranging dvds, with my head tilted upwards &amp; glued to the plasma. man, I had a strained neck afters. Nice to think about those carefree times but it's much better to watch &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; within the comforts of a comfortable sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7D6vyXwVAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=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/x7D6vyXwVAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vois Sur Ton Chemin &lt;/em&gt;(Look To Your Path) -  From &lt;em&gt;Les Choristes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, I cannot get this song out of my head. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6293506103150714833?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6293506103150714833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6293506103150714833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6293506103150714833' title='oh, it&apos;s on repeat.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4116084760270530648</id><published>2009-04-24T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:05:38.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i will miss # 25.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfHSK7rGnAI/AAAAAAAABwU/NRRNggas_MM/s1600-h/milo!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328270919415012354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfHSK7rGnAI/AAAAAAAABwU/NRRNggas_MM/s400/milo!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what i always look forward to during any competitions or meets: the Milo Truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just something special when it comes out of a truck than the normal mundane packet ones. Milo on tap tastes so much better &amp;amp; much more refreshing, I can never get enough. I almost contemplated on filling up a bottle. &lt;em&gt;khekhe&lt;/em&gt;, I was trying so hard to maintain my excitedness in front of thegirls but I still think they caught my bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see the Milo Truck parked somewhere, grab a cup &amp;amp; try. really! it's super yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4116084760270530648?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4116084760270530648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4116084760270530648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4116084760270530648' title='things i will miss # 25.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SfHSK7rGnAI/AAAAAAAABwU/NRRNggas_MM/s72-c/milo!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-5529151993041103108</id><published>2009-04-22T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:15:55.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet: the new loud.</title><content type='html'>you know, if it gets too noisy &amp;amp; someone goess "&lt;em&gt;SHHHHHHH!!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;orang melayu slalu kata kalau tak nak bising2 &amp;amp; suka senyap2, "pergi library ah!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;saya di khutubkhanah sekarang ini dan bisingnya sama macam kalau saya duduk di kedai kopi pun. hmph, siape yang cakap tu tak pernah pergi library kot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pandai-pandai je&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-5529151993041103108?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5529151993041103108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/5529151993041103108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#5529151993041103108' title='quiet: the new loud.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-3463035273008595784</id><published>2009-04-22T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:10:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the overdue presents were finally given.</title><content type='html'>sometimes some things are better left not said. out loud, that is.&lt;br /&gt;if ever you feel out of your moment, then I hope you take a looooooong look at them 4 white frames &amp;amp; remember the many fantabulously crazy seconds you had with each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327406918269140338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Se7AXclj_XI/AAAAAAAABwM/Cux5Zk1LVBs/s320/RES05391-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a picture of the pictures &amp;amp; show the rest, &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;here's to you, &amp;amp; many more memories! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-3463035273008595784?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3463035273008595784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/3463035273008595784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#3463035273008595784' title='the overdue presents were finally given.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Se7AXclj_XI/AAAAAAAABwM/Cux5Zk1LVBs/s72-c/RES05391-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7075197113697523319</id><published>2009-04-20T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:03:28.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy tuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com.sg/freeconeday09/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326803884707400258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Seyb6RgnykI/AAAAAAAABwE/k6LMOlILcAE/s320/poster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oooh &lt;em&gt;suke sekali&lt;/em&gt;, especially when tuesday spells a stay-at-home-&amp;amp;-study day for me. only the 21st &amp;amp; yet the banks are empty once again. funny &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;, I cannot even remember what we spent on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; babe, i'm waiting for your good news. 100% passes right? &lt;em&gt;khekhe&lt;/em&gt;. good luck!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7075197113697523319?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7075197113697523319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7075197113697523319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7075197113697523319' title='yummy tuesday!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/Seyb6RgnykI/AAAAAAAABwE/k6LMOlILcAE/s72-c/poster.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7148623462770839537</id><published>2009-04-18T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:44:03.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not just noise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyGnGrHh3WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=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/UyGnGrHh3WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;Cut Off Your Hands&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/cut_off_your_hands/still_fond.html"&gt;Still Fond&lt;/a&gt; ] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my must-listen-cheer-me-up-beat-for-a-good-day song everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7148623462770839537?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7148623462770839537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7148623462770839537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7148623462770839537' title='not just noise.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-7175833122782694858</id><published>2009-04-17T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:31:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power of magnets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"once you're part of IJ, you'll always be a part of IJ"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(she whispered to me. with a poignant smile &amp;amp; mrs.M turned &amp;amp; left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, despite my protests, the girls so sweetly gave me resounding &lt;em&gt;hip-hip hoorays&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; a round of applauase to thank me when they heard that I'll be leaving. &amp;amp; then they rushed forward &amp;amp; gave me wet bearhugs- in their netball uniforms. &lt;em&gt;sungguh&lt;/em&gt; touching, despite the stink they rubbed off on me. &lt;em&gt;khekhe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a crazy day. especially with both my ex-boss &amp;amp; mr.B in the same place at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;, all these funny shenanigans &amp;amp; the whole series of events made me tear.&lt;br /&gt;still, I'm glad netball season is over - No more eat, breathe, live, sleep, think netball! finally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-7175833122782694858?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7175833122782694858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/7175833122782694858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#7175833122782694858' title='power of magnets.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-4000799884113689150</id><published>2009-04-15T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:48:30.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the smart EQ deficiency.</title><content type='html'>people (&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I'm talking about the adult kind&lt;/em&gt;) are annoying the hell outta me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's bad enough that we'd have to put up with their idiotic childish crap, it's worst when it takes up time off our already scarce lunch hour. spoils my freakin' day each time someone comes up to me in that time to just &lt;em&gt;blab&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; go&lt;em&gt; yadayada&lt;/em&gt; on whatever it is they feel they desperately need to offload to me or us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't adults just stop mindfcking with each other &amp;amp; grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she keeps telling me that it's like that everywhere, but here I am thinking, maybe they should wear the uniform instead of thekids, who sadly, have much more sense than them 'adults'.&lt;em&gt; really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-4000799884113689150?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4000799884113689150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/4000799884113689150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#4000799884113689150' title='the smart EQ deficiency.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1197753919156806276</id><published>2009-04-13T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:23:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight, wait!</title><content type='html'>here I was, trying to figure out who the hell is 'mohammadyusoffbinsalleh' who added me on facebook. I only knew 1 yusoff so I was really cracking my head to think it through.&lt;br /&gt;until it suddenly struck me: it's my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has upgraded one &amp;amp; found me on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just proud that I didn't have to teach him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a lot of weight &amp;amp; words on me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait (&lt;em&gt;for soon, I hope&lt;/em&gt;) to offload it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1197753919156806276?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1197753919156806276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1197753919156806276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1197753919156806276' title='weight, wait!'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-8170967856322428123</id><published>2009-04-07T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:41:30.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angsty take-aways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"you work with them long enough you eventually know that ________ are just a bunch of mindless assess who knows s***!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cannot stand it anymore, there's so many things to do &amp;amp; the ________ are driving me crazy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard repeatedly in the office: &lt;em&gt;"Aiyak! why so like that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh, for the love of goodness, why can't people just get along!"&lt;/em&gt; (as he banged his palm against the sterring wheel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i don't understand these _______! we're all adults right? yeesh! if looks could kill, you'd have to take out a bodybag for me now, nad!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you want anything nad?"&lt;/em&gt; no thanks, said i. &lt;em&gt;"nevermind, I get you an icelemon tea okay?"&lt;/em&gt; okay, can how much is it (as I take out my purse). &lt;em&gt;"no no nevermind, I'm getting this. from now on, I'm getting it, no need to pay me okay? we have EWS, PB, Promotions...they're paying you peanuts. plus, you'll just make me feel bad."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"how come _______, so old already &amp;amp; yet so childish."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey as long as you're here, I think I'm quite untouchable, khekhe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed most of the time, which made him laugh most of the time which was only probably the only way to deal with all the crazy people we had to handle. I'm amazed that a person like him would agree with the sentiments that I have been feeling all these while. oh, the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad theboss &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; insane.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i am so glad for the break today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-8170967856322428123?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8170967856322428123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/8170967856322428123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#8170967856322428123' title='angsty take-aways.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-617631238031661666</id><published>2009-04-03T01:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:09:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes bigger.</title><content type='html'>i'm running out of ways to help keep me awake- while at work!&lt;br /&gt;i tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;. coffee, capuccino, black coffee&lt;br /&gt;. limeade, limejuice, lemon-lime juice, lemonade&lt;br /&gt;. eating Nerds, sour strips, jellybeans&lt;br /&gt;. chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;. strawberries, grapes, apple + sauce&lt;br /&gt;. walking around the art gallery, field, canteen&lt;br /&gt;. asam-asin, plums&lt;br /&gt;. 3356837 power naps&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but all these don't seem to work. instead, i think i might be gaining back all the weight i lost judging from the frequent snacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh what else can i do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-617631238031661666?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/617631238031661666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/617631238031661666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#617631238031661666' title='open your eyes bigger.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-6491125119906814753</id><published>2009-03-31T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:02:05.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, don't stop now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SdHaSCHaKEI/AAAAAAAABv0/2sCCy9Do2Lg/s1600-h/P1140187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319272638241712194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SdHaSCHaKEI/AAAAAAAABv0/2sCCy9Do2Lg/s400/P1140187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get a chance to even sit at my own cubicle yesterday &amp;amp; today. &amp;amp; for most of the coming days too. not that I mind; it's refreshing to get out of the workplace once in a while (am typing this from the cool poolside at HomeTeamNS). but, couple that with the madhatter assignments that we have to finish by this week, I &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; super drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it resulted in a student waking me up just now because I fell asleep on the bus whilst on the way here! lucky she saved me &lt;em&gt;khekhe.&lt;/em&gt; she said I nearly fell off my seat. I still cannot stop yawning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the brief desk stopover just now, I saw a note lying on top of my cluttered mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319272632864409362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SdHaRuFXBxI/AAAAAAAABvs/ltnOKSr6gpQ/s400/z145157236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me wonder how it landed there. I'm not so sure if it fell out of my 'board of words' or someone left it for me to find. very peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, an apt reminder (and a mini boost) of why I should keep on moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-6491125119906814753?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6491125119906814753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/6491125119906814753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#6491125119906814753' title='oh, don&apos;t stop now...'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SdHaSCHaKEI/AAAAAAAABv0/2sCCy9Do2Lg/s72-c/P1140187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37447902.post-1761132233962718574</id><published>2009-03-30T00:31:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:14:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i trip over my feet.</title><content type='html'>I really am not one to gush. these crammed days have been bearable &amp;amp; well, fun, what with mr.bangsawan always singing his comical tunes. you know, I never thought I would be able to spend an entire day with one person &amp; still be reeling with laughter after so many hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E4BSbOEFJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=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/7E4BSbOEFJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lykkeli"&gt;Lykke Li&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -  &lt;a href="http://leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php;jsessionid=0302CB659F8352615501F53BB8505DA4?hid=RqITBNwbnw0%3D"&gt;Dance Dance Dance&lt;/a&gt; ]  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like dancing in the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37447902-1761132233962718574?l=welldressedmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1761132233962718574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37447902/posts/default/1761132233962718574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welldressedmess.blogspot.com/index.html#1761132233962718574' title='when i trip over my feet.'/><author><name>nadsoblue.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12034903800948890372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCY7KmKQ5lE/SlobAQDyR6I/AAAAAAAAB-E/zgd3v-TIcBs/S220/indierockcolouring.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
