<?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-36457449</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:49:58.587-07:00</updated><category term='bad luck... i got shat on'/><category term='christmas &apos;06 krabi'/><category term='tree house friend constrction worker'/><category term='snow spring'/><title type='text'>blithe, languishing n ireful moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-5209070726370025225</id><published>2008-12-21T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:39:39.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what it feels like to fall off the top of a ladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;isnt it just the funniest thing? i just arrived back in singapore for the christmas hols. the family decides to wash off the mould on the walls... we've done like halfway round the house... n im sitting at the top of the ladder (=4-5m high), with the hose in 1 hand, chatting with seph whilst he is scrubbing... n the ladder decides to TIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First thing i see is the ladder all slanted, then i see lotsa leaves, then just ground. so i fell over the fence, into the convent's garden, n my left leg got caught in the bush, n i flip over, landing on my head... of all places, the genius that i am. n im like aoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, clutching my head n extricating my leg from the bush, which i found out later, is full of thorns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so chino is 1st at the scene, barking like crazy, n ginger was just in front of me, thinking what an idiot i am, then my parents come over. n they r like... go take a shower n then we'll assess u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TOTAL DAMAGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;swollen head [about a quarter of my head has haematomas]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;headache [cos i landed on my head... duh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;earache... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;upper back n neck r in tonic contraction, n so i cant really breathe. or move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;abrasions [just about everywhere... face, arms, back, hips, leg which is still bleeding after 5 opsites n a bandage]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;extricated 2 thorns... 1 in my arm n another in my back... 1 of the thorns was about an inch long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha.... yeah... wasnt laughing then, but i sure am now. gosh... my family is hilarious... my mom asked my dad to check out my ribs n vertebrae cos i couldnt breathe right, n he's like later, cos he was cooking. had a fab dinner tho. n my older bro is like holding an ice pack to my head cos i couldn't raise my arms, n my mom's like massaging my back to ease the muscles, n seph is like staring in shock n sympathy, running around getting tissues, water, a chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;next day, n everthing hurts more... great. my head hurts so bad now, n the stupid bush ripped out my hair, n i've just become more of a retard then i already am. then again. im now able to say that i've fallen off a ladder n survived. i just wont let on that the ladder was only 4-5m high, n pple will be like oh wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" name="15"&gt;Isaiah 8:15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  "And many among them shall stumble, and fall, and be broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  and be snared, and be taken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-5209070726370025225?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/5209070726370025225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=5209070726370025225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/5209070726370025225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/5209070726370025225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-it-feels-like-to-fall-off-top-of.html' title='what it feels like to fall off the top of a ladder'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-4637552778811987850</id><published>2008-02-28T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T15:59:09.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got mugged by a crazed junkie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Some drama’s gonna hit u so fast u dun even know it! Ok, mebbe not so fast cos im giving u every single detail. Oh, but im not exaggerating tho. Yeah. I’m tired of telling the same story to different people so u just have to get it here. This is what happened…….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Right. So Aunty wong [Puili, my flatmate] n I were heading to Daniel’s birthday dinner yesterday. We went to the ATM on union st to get some cash n there was this guy asking the man behind us whether this was the queue n the man was like yeah, but the bad guy didn’t move to the back of the line, so I thought that was a bit odd.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then we walked to the restaurant n totally did not realise he was following us… yeah. We were both on the phone. We walked up the stairs leading up to Bahn Thai n like I felt someone shove me n I was like my friends wouldn’t hit me so hard right, so I turned around and he grabbed the bag off my arm!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Adrenaline perfused my adrenoceptors and my sympathetic nervous system kicked in right away! So, jumped down the steps n RAN! I don’t know why I didn’t think of tackling him cos he was near enough. Yeah. So I was yelling “STOP THIEF” hahaha, cos I had no idea what else to shout. N u know what? He yelled at me to shut up!!! So I was like FOR REAL! No u didn’t! yeah. And we passed quite a few people and they didn’t even try to stop him! They just continued walking and looking at me like I was crazy ya. So I cornered him in this dark carpark. Yeah. Not so much of a good idea right. He was crouched against the wall beside a car [like I couldn’t see him!] going through my bag! I was like “I found him!” Then he ran at me n threw my bag at my face but I blocked it, with my hand la, not my face. So I got my bag back but he got my money. Duh. N so I walked back to where Aunty wong might have been. N up the road, the police caught him. I was so MAD! I didn’t even notice. Actually, the police dog caught him that crazy bad guy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;The police asked me to go to the station and they picked me up. I got to sit in the police van! 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time ever! Whoot whoot! Yeah. Then I waited at the station for like an hour. They were very amicable and generous and professional I must say. Bless them. So they kept coming to ask how I was and the nicest policeman was like “we’re having trouble getting him into custody”. I asked why. He said he was fighting em! Hahahaha!!! Who in the world would even dream of taking on the police! Several of them! In the station! Wahahaha! Quite an irascible character horh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;So they took my statement and the policeman was so kind really. He offered me gum, kept talking trash about the bad guy but not using even one expletive in front of me, kept asking if I was alright, talked about alsation puppies, talked about the Chinese character on his ring [I gave him the wrong translation. Oops. But I pronounced it right! I could actually read it]. The statement did take a long time though. and he kept trying to make the bad guy sound even worse cos he really hated him. The bad guy had previous convictions of robberies and what nots too, so his butt’s gonna be busted in the courts today. Then I got a ride home in a police car this time. OH YEAH! Chauffered from the station with doors opened every step of the way to my house. Ooh. I saw handcuffs but no guns or batons in sight. N they didn’t have a bobby hat on. Disappointing, no?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Exciting not. Mmm that’s it. Im completely fine. I did shiver for a couple of hours that night but im always cold right, and almost fainted this morning, but other than that, NOTHING! Im kinda glad that it was me and not Aunty wong or some other person like an old lady ya know. And I know that he’ll just get off with a light sentence cos of the justice system here, but at least there’s one less menace on the streets of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Aberdeen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt; for a bit. I do fear for my friends’ safety now. So auntie rite. N im so SORRY for missing Daniel’s birthday. N thank ya’ll for coming over to see how I was doing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;Im just so grateful that the Lord has been with me the whole time and kept me safe and sound. When the police and I went back to the carpark, I realised that there were so many places that I could’ve tripped or twisted my precious ankles [to not be able to play rugby would be most distressing leh] and how dangerous the situation was. The police were checking out the cctv footage and they were like “where’s she gone! Where’s she gone!” when I ran into the carpark. Haha. Yeah. His providence is astounding and my faith is bound even more tangibly as a result of what happened.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.” ~Luke 12:6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;“For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:” ~Matthew &lt;/font&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="14" hour="18"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;6:14&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;“I will love thee, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised…” ~Psalm 18:1-3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font lang="EN-GB"&gt;aiyoh... im so lorh sorh. forgive me for getting so excited cos my life is quite lacking in any drama. n im very surprised u read all the way here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-4637552778811987850?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/4637552778811987850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=4637552778811987850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/4637552778811987850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/4637552778811987850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-mugged-by-crazed-junkie.html' title='i got mugged by a crazed junkie!'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-1223328110081516350</id><published>2007-10-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:16:06.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RxTHLcq_t6I/AAAAAAAAABk/HpANWaHAP1U/s1600-h/s8c60.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RxTHLcq_t6I/AAAAAAAAABk/HpANWaHAP1U/s400/s8c60.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121937675716114338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;that's seph on the left... i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-1223328110081516350?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/1223328110081516350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=1223328110081516350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/1223328110081516350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/1223328110081516350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-seph-on-left.html' title=''/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RxTHLcq_t6I/AAAAAAAAABk/HpANWaHAP1U/s72-c/s8c60.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-854837153647686245</id><published>2007-08-05T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:24:39.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiffy wiffy OW's belated 21st birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tiffy say i neva update my blog. so i shall. but cheat larh... im just gonna copy n paste her post here! hahaha... cos i totally agree with whateva i said plus im fucking lazy. k... everythin i write will be in pink dearies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;i met up with my girls school gang from jc!&lt;br /&gt;haha. never really realised it.&lt;br /&gt;it has been yee ayyy yoonnss since we last saw each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RrXN982bUFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iQJ23LRi7ok/s1600-h/Picture1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RrXN982bUFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iQJ23LRi7ok/s320/Picture1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095205017629708370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-viv, me, lyn, tiffy n lyn-&lt;br /&gt;aww... viv is so cute. n if im a hamster, you're my monkey baby!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted 2 do that nostril flaring thing but it came out all wrong&lt;br /&gt;n nette's doing that on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RrXRGM2bUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/ThdJOHWeUro/s1600-h/Picture2-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RrXRGM2bUGI/AAAAAAAAABE/ThdJOHWeUro/s320/Picture2-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095208457898512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;suddenly, its bright agn!&lt;br /&gt;raffles city mrt where i saw my 1st homeless person in singapore. he was sleeping on the seats outside. damn i look weird today n my WTH!&lt;br /&gt;hey... we havent really changed much in 4 yrs ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;and according to our very atas nettes,&lt;br /&gt;"i feel like a housewife really.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i go to the market before i go to work,&lt;br /&gt;to buy fish and chicken!&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i poke the fish to feel if its fresh.&lt;br /&gt;and i bring exact change because&lt;br /&gt;do you want &lt;strong&gt;market cash&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;because market cash is,&lt;br /&gt;the coins that the uncle at the market&lt;br /&gt;singlehandedly picks and&lt;br /&gt;throws, in your hand&lt;br /&gt;after doing the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. no market cash indeed.&lt;br /&gt;and we walked from haji lane&lt;br /&gt;to the bridge gracie was dying to see&lt;br /&gt;"the one the lovers on tv always meet!"&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be cavanagh bridge.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks gracie for the gifts!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the cake and dinner babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tiffy, u sound like u r in love with dear stupid lyn [who is actually damn smart, stupid lyn just rolls off the tongue easier] but i know that u really love me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RriMJs2bUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/LgeM-6LLp7Y/s1600-h/picc32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RriMJs2bUHI/AAAAAAAAABM/LgeM-6LLp7Y/s320/picc32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095977076655870066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RriMJ82bUII/AAAAAAAAABU/3eVq61JxupE/s1600-h/picc62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RriMJ82bUII/AAAAAAAAABU/3eVq61JxupE/s320/picc62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095977080950837378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tiffy, your presents r up cos... i chose it! whine... now i want it for  myself worh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah tiffy... love your blog... sorry no steamboat tmr... unless u wanna dig in my attic for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my laziness is astounding right. wahaha. tmr or when i feel like it. i shall write bout AUNTY WONG'S singapore trip. ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-854837153647686245?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/854837153647686245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=854837153647686245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/854837153647686245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/854837153647686245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/08/tiffy-wiffy-ows-belated-21st-birthday.html' title='tiffy wiffy OW&apos;s belated 21st birthday'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RrXN982bUFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iQJ23LRi7ok/s72-c/Picture1-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-7532465192949348698</id><published>2007-06-12T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:28:46.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAMALOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;OHMYGOSH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;it was hilarious!!! hahaha... when a musical starts off with a fish schlaaping song, u know its gonna kick ass. it was way different from the movie, but its still great. but no witch burnings... man... i was so looking out 4 that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah... king arthur got with the lady of the lake, sir lancelot was gay n brave sir robin shat his pants. twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;wahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;loads of stuff wasnn't in the movie like there wasnt prince herbert's wedding n the castle with the wet ladies n they didnt have the policemen to stop the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but they great stuff like the lady of the lake n the finland song n like gay carumba dancers n wait for it, wait for it, theres a u-cant-succeed-in-broadway-if-u-dun-have-any-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;jews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; song! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="headline"&gt;ooh.., n there's this guy called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;gavin staplehurst&lt;/span&gt; in the ensemble, n he is like so so so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hawt!&lt;/span&gt; wah! oh. n tim curry isn't playing king arthur now... we missed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmyword... well like we were in the 4th row from the front n like i sat in the 2nd seat from the side but we moved in a seat cos there wasnt anyone there. n there was this like really loud really really gay person who sat beside me. n like towards the end of the show, patsy came down n to our row n took out the grail n dragged the guy beside me onto the stage! he got to  shake hands with the cast n got a cert n a polaroid taken with them! im so fucking relieved that i wasnt sitting there. gosh! but if it were me, i would so have jumped onto gavin staplehurst n given him a hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawsh! n mad was so lame afterwards... he was like it was so fun&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ni ni ni ni ni!&lt;/span&gt; damn u mad. but i still love ya'll like crazy. haha. n like the previous knight who said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; like burst out in laughter when he was saying his lines n so king arthur was sniggering too. hahahah! he was like we are the knights who till previously said &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ni.&lt;/span&gt; now, we are the knights who say ecky ecky ecky staying alive staying alive n whatever not n he couldn't finish his line cos he was snort-laughing! hahaha... u only get this in musicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... the singing was great n so was the conductor. the symphony was so tiny! but they were great. haha... the lady of the lake sang *there is a song that goes like this n ends with a kiss n goes like that!!!!* hahaha n of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPAMALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh! n the concession stand sold coconuts!!! n they were  a crazy 7 pounds 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! what the hell... i wanted them though. fine! i'll make my own. yeah right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so like gonna watch it again. spamalot totally rawked my victoria secrets off! n b4 u start getting ideas, VS also sells socks u pervs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-7532465192949348698?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/7532465192949348698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=7532465192949348698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7532465192949348698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7532465192949348698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/06/spamalot.html' title='SPAMALOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-291372656462616646</id><published>2007-06-05T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:05:40.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mad, art &amp; pui's place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ooh!!! watched so many dvds n omg! just discovered newtype n liberty meadows n ULTIMATE SPIDERMAN!!! i want like the whole fucking series! n so much jap food n e best keeehhbabs in london. n wait wait... ANCA! haha... ilove u dearie n see u in london next yr. n OHMYWORD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Abercrombie &amp; Fitch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can't believe it! like the place was huge... 2 levels n the store was exactly like the ones in the states like the decor n everything but the guys in the london store were wayyy hotter than the ones in the states. the american girls r way hotter though. but damn... the clothes were like exactly 2x the price in london. WTF! so yeah... not exactly chuffed. yeah... n the place was so packed n it took like half n hour to wait in line 4 the changing rooms. ugh. n like everyone seemed to be like a preteen. em, u shouldn't be at A&amp;amp;F... u should be at abercrombie. gosh... they dun even know the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anw, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPAMALOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; later today... omg, i can't wait. ooh ooh ooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~we're knights of the round table, we sing when we r able, duh nuh nuh nuh, nuh nuh nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OH YEAH!&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/36457449-291372656462616646?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/291372656462616646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=291372656462616646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/291372656462616646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/291372656462616646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/06/mad-art-puis-place.html' title='mad, art &amp; pui&apos;s place'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-4819794030277625970</id><published>2007-03-19T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:35:47.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow spring'/><title type='text'>sleeting snowing hailing n oh wait. RAINing. an aberdonian spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its snowing. at the end of march?!? ah... wait. there'll be that 1 day in may where it'll be hailing. heh... yesterday aunty wong n i went 4 sumei's choir performance thing [twas nice] n we were walking back. ah no... b4 that. after church. n it started sleeting/hailing. well, it hurt like hail but was the size of sleet. I-TEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ooh! got this top from fat face n it was like 30pounds. i should've gotten like paul smith stuff instead. like a hankie or something, but OH NO... not in aberdeen where only kafka sells paul smith n where all wear primark/topshop/H&amp;M. like seriously. they dun have paul smith hankies. -wails-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah well... im going home home home on fri. i'll reach on sat or sun morning though. like 20hrs of travelling time, not including the wait. ugh! why oh why did i choose emirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBR-uRebTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P8KVaYbL47s/s1600-h/IMG_6385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBR-uRebTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P8KVaYbL47s/s320/IMG_6385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044121720670022962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;started off pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBQ2eRebSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/N8FZmpEpfNc/s1600-h/IMG_6389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBQ2eRebSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/N8FZmpEpfNc/s320/IMG_6389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044120479424474402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;still bright out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBOZeRebRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x3hUPnC3-TA/s1600-h/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBOZeRebRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x3hUPnC3-TA/s320/IMG_6423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044117782185012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my lens was clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;em, i looked up n like whoa. this was like in the morning n the 1st 2 photos were taken  just minutes ago. n i didnt like stick my camera out the window. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBOZeRebRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x3hUPnC3-TA/s1600-h/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-4819794030277625970?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/4819794030277625970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=4819794030277625970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/4819794030277625970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/4819794030277625970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleeting-snowing-hailing-n-oh-wait.html' title='sleeting snowing hailing n oh wait. RAINing. an aberdonian spring'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/RgBR-uRebTI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P8KVaYbL47s/s72-c/IMG_6385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-7460454291570775174</id><published>2007-02-26T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:41:14.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SCORED A TRY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hehe... we played st andrews university n it was my 2nd game all season n I SCORED A TRY!!!  ooh!!! feelin goooooddd yah... heh... but those saints scored like 2 goals n had 1 penalty in e last 5 mins n we ended up with 13-12!!! how is that possible... i mean... 5 mins!!! then again, i guess we were all tired... n we were playin with 14 gals and they had like 20 or sumthin!!! i mean, they kept callin subs!!! ooh... n there was this hilarious gurl... she got e ball n started rhino-ing thru pple n her team mate was like " GO GO GO!!! NO!! THE OTHER WAY!!!" like how sad is that! ok... this isnt a very interesting blog thing, but i so have 2 brag!! ok... im a beyond shitty tackler but so what!!! how often do u see rokocoko tackle e minions.. actually, a substantial amt, but hey... I scored a try! n i scraped my knee just a tiny lil bit, but who cares!!! oooh... n it was snowin a lil b4 n after e game! how whack is that!!! i was like a tee n a jersey n just shorts!!! was freezin man... n e winds were so strong, our #10 din get e ball too far down e field... crazy man... n scottish gals... oh man... u see e english gals n u're kinda scared 2 tackle em... now, up north, like whoa!!! e gals r bigger then e rugby guys in spore... mebbe same size n not as tall but yeah... when i tackle, i get dragged, so its kinda a phobia rite now... no. not phobia... what's e word... dunno... dun wanna think rite now... gonna email me momma rite now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-7460454291570775174?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/7460454291570775174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=7460454291570775174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7460454291570775174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7460454291570775174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-scored-try.html' title='I SCORED A TRY!!!'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-7104248699793877080</id><published>2007-02-26T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:35:35.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol post: Lael</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Introducing the birth of Lael, she just arrived today!!! 18th Oct, 2006. 4:32pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Its our digital piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;omg!!!  im like so so freaking ecstatic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;like it took us ages to assemble it but OHMYWORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;im like in some ephemeral arcadia -basking-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;man... so freaking expensive though. i could like have gotten like  Dolce n Gabanna shades plus jimmy choos! or mebbe just a mulberry bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;like whoa... i still cant believe there is a piano in the living room. it looks wierd like between the bookshelf n the tv, but what can i do... i live in a freakin apartment. i neva thot i would have to, but yeah. im like poverty stricken right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i am gonna do chopin! like the easy ones... duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ooh!ooh!ooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-7104248699793877080?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/7104248699793877080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=7104248699793877080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7104248699793877080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7104248699793877080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ol-post-lael.html' title='ol post: Lael'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-2080089183683342310</id><published>2007-02-26T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:01:55.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol post: the celebration of my presence on earth [birthday lar]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/ReN0XpqUf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/179M5B3x90k/s1600-h/seattle%21%21+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/ReN0XpqUf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/179M5B3x90k/s320/seattle%21%21+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035996757999517554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the giant cakes at True Confections, Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;i spent one birthday in 2 countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;im twenteen now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;well, i was vacationing in everett, WA n then we were in vancouver 4 e day n we left like past 1 to go back to seattle. it totally rawked my perfumy sox off. like vancouver is so so cool. like we went to this jap tapas restaurant 4 dinner n its like uber freakin cool! like e food is all kinda wierd but it all ambrosial. n e waiters will yell out your orders n e pple at the counter will yell out something else in jap! KICHIGAII NIHONJIN!!! n u can like buy the waiters drinks n they'll like chat 4 a bit n go back to waiting on tables. how cool is that! u can get ur waiter drunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;oh. n we had gelato at this place which had like 200+ flavas n like ultra wierd ones... they had bleu cheese, curry, vegemite, durian n porcini mushrooms. how nasty is all of that! i got e chocolate grand marnier which was mmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;n we went to eat even more! i bet those pple wanna feed me till i get mighty fat then remove my liver 4 foie gras. we went 2 true confections where cakes were like a foot high! like really! i was like, lets just get one, then i go visit e bathroom n 3 turned up at the table. 3! of course there were leftovers! but the cakes were like mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;n the next day, we got into e car n my favourite band came on the radio! n we went to church n there was this amazing sermon that was kinda about grace. how awesome is that! its not like im one of those narccissists, but i just think that its an awesome word, along with the whole mission/love connotation that comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;n in the evening, we went to the cheesecake factory. its a restaurant, not a factory. n they had like so many mad hot ones. like 30 u can choose from. we got e godiva chocolate n white chocolate raspberry one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;u noe what, a wise person[Lizzy] said calories dont count on your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;im going on a diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 202);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-2080089183683342310?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/2080089183683342310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=2080089183683342310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/2080089183683342310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/2080089183683342310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ol-post-celebration-of-my-presence-on.html' title='ol post: the celebration of my presence on earth [birthday lar]'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTngfVIxAI/ReN0XpqUf3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/179M5B3x90k/s72-c/seattle%21%21+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-5553714958024212111</id><published>2007-02-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:29:21.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol post: my utter lack of IQ points</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;i just like went to my blog page thing n it dawned on my puny ganglions that i just wrote stuff that i wrote b4!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;people of the world! shield yourselves, children, pets n potted plants from me, lest my dumbness permeates you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;its always better to be safe than sorry&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-5553714958024212111?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/5553714958024212111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=5553714958024212111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/5553714958024212111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/5553714958024212111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ol-post-my-utter-lack-of-iq-points.html' title='ol post: my utter lack of IQ points'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-5696089761510753259</id><published>2007-02-26T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:28:00.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol post: camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;hmm... so much happened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;right. 4 the 1st wk, i got put with a counsellor who complained more than the kids, fell asleep at breakfast, didnt eat her veggies when i tell the kids they have to, chased e kids out o the bathroom in the morning so that she could shower n they would have to wait 4 her to be done b4 they can start cleaning n so much more. oh. she dozed off alot during orientation. the kids were like amazingly good n they were all so cute! excpet 4 this really annoying fat kid who kept crying n like she would always wanna play with me cos the other kids didnt really like her or something. ugh. n i had 2/3 of triplets who were like so adorable n sweet n so fun to play with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;i just realised that i sound absolutely boring. its not writer's block i have, its just that i am astoundingly dumb at the moment n am unable 2 type anything coherent or remotely captivating. thank u so much 4 reading this steamin squirrel poop. if u read all the way to this line, u must be a cupcake or extremely bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-5696089761510753259?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/5696089761510753259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=5696089761510753259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/5696089761510753259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/5696089761510753259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ol-post-camp.html' title='ol post: camp'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-8949978595628083947</id><published>2007-02-26T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:26:38.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol post: camp connri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;omg!!! im like so so tired... i had 6 kids last week n there was this fat kid that was like way beyond annoying. but everythings been fun n all cos like em, i dunnno... i had like 2/3 of triplets in my cabin n they were like just so fun to be around. i had mostly gr8 kids, n like they're 10 n they were all like getting dates for the carnival since day 2 n like were breakin up with guys n rejecting guys n stuff... i was neva like that when i was that age... i think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anw, its just been so tiring but fun n i dunno whether im actually making a difference at all or influencing christianity on em in the least bit. hmm... n my like junior counsellor is like just so not interested... i think she's just here for the free food, better pay than a restaurant n better referals. i mean its like she wakes up later than e kids n one day she fell asleep at breakfast! like what F!! i mean its like she is partially responsible for these kids ya noe. n she is just so ugh.. she actuallu complains more than the kids do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;then agn, i so wanna be here instead of back home, cos i'll just be like shopping n sleeping my life away. n there r like cute under the legal age peurto ricans here.. hehe... loco peurto ricania! im like learning spanish... can say beautiful road, beautiful  rock [dun ask me why] n how r u n thankn u n yes n good morning n night n thats it... im gonna learn more! n there's like gospel choir n wait for it, wait for it... NO BRITISH FOOD!!! guess what... e brits complain about the american's diet. like hello... yeah, there's more fat n sugar, but at least its got some flava to it. i think they're just saying that cos we're consuming camp food n brown water... more about brown H2O l8er... n cos they've neva been to the states b4 n hardly travelled out o their countries. i mean like by the age of 6months, i've been further away from home than they ever have in their lifetimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yeah. bout brown H2O. we actually drink filtered lake water, n its got a brownish tint to it. then there was a day when they added some chemical to it n it turned like purple. didnt drink that of course. so instead, we hydrate by drinking 2% milk. man... i hardly touch that white stuff n even if i do, its the totally skimmed kind n now i have to drink it like 3 times a day so that the kids will drink up. of course, my junior counsellor doesnt help by like saying on the first day that milk is nasty n that the kids shouldnt have to touch it,though e captain says they have to, n by getting juice n hot chocolate when the kids are'nt allowed any. i mean like if u fall asleep at almost every single talk during orientation, u're not gonna remember that the kids HAVE to drink it n that u r so not allowed to bribe the kids with candy to go sleep. camp is like for the camper... kids r like ur job. its not vacation. she's just like treating taking care of the kids as a chore that she does when she feels like it. n im not even talking about acting as a testimony to the Lord even. ugh. n she like asks the kids for candy n steals the extra snacks from them even though there r snacks specifically for counsellors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anw, JJ, if u're out there, im so so so sorry i couldnt make it to new york for ya. we'll meet agn somehow. have a safe flight home :)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-8949978595628083947?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/8949978595628083947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=8949978595628083947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/8949978595628083947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/8949978595628083947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ol-post-camp-connri.html' title='ol post: camp connri'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-1576115498321700690</id><published>2007-02-26T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:38:49.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ol post: hols r here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;my exams r all over!! im so gonna fail though... im gonna have to do resits n repeat 1st year o uni... haiz... i just couldn bring myself 2 study 4 it. i mean, its like 1st year... this is like A levels all over agn... like 4 bio, i read 4 outta 33 lectures b4 going 4 e exam. u noe what, mebbe i should quit n go 2 clown school then be a candy stripper 4 e rest o my life till my wrinkly hands can juggle no more n my pockets have run outta candy. life sux. actually, it doesnt. i think i have like post-exam ennui. steamin monkey poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-1576115498321700690?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/1576115498321700690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=1576115498321700690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/1576115498321700690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/1576115498321700690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/ol-post-hols-r-here.html' title='ol post: hols r here!!!'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-1033175811955591791</id><published>2007-02-26T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:16:52.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree house friend constrction worker'/><title type='text'>I wanna be friends with a construction worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah!!! then he/she could like teach me construction thingamajimmies so i can finally buid my tree house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;i've always wanted one, but my parents were all like u can't cos the rambutan n mango tree has loads of ants n the durian tree branches r not safe n definitely not the pine tree. why did our garden have a pine tree? i have no idea how it got there but it grew too tall so we got rid of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;anw, I WANT MY TREEHOUSE!!!! then again, there isn't an appropriate tree  to build it in. but that's gonna be ok cos my construction worker friend would have tree planting friends n they could come up with something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;next up... getting my unicorn pony from the small stables down the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-1033175811955591791?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/1033175811955591791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=1033175811955591791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/1033175811955591791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/1033175811955591791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wanna-be-friends-with-construction.html' title='I wanna be friends with a construction worker'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-7547159917176563741</id><published>2007-02-25T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:05:37.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad luck... i got shat on'/><title type='text'>don't walk under ladders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;hmm, my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;walked under a ladder on the way to church with puili[aunty wong] n su mei. minutes later, i drop my bag n it was raining[ big surprise NOT! its been raining for a wk now] so my handbag clasp gets slighty chipped. freakin cobbled stones! yeah. n when i got to church, i was gonna turn my phone to silent n i realised that the screen on the inside broke!!! WTF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;n then the most horrible thing happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a fucking bird fucking took a SHIT n it bloody landed in my HAIR! my HAIR!!! i could've cried right there n then. fucking hell... it felt like a huge drop of water. oh. it hadn't really stopped raining. but i gave it a wipe over just to be sureit was a raindrop n it was POHPOT on my hand!!! i was so MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;n like chris just kinda walked off with yiwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;anw, aunty wong was such a blessing cos she washed it all out for me at e BK toilets. im so in love with her right now, n i can't ask for a better flat mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but im so gonna go hunting n shoot all the fuckin pigeons n seagulls i see. they should be shot anyway. they have totally taken over ol aberdeen n king's college n hillheads n town. n they r so nasty... they eat off the streets n aberdonian streeets r filthy. ugh. seriously. if u have food, they kinda swoop in n try to attack. e seagulls i meant. i could've died of toxicemia ok. n hilary ami n i were joking last time that if a pigeon poops in your eye, u go blind n if u touch seagull poo, u die. im gonna die . EEJIT birds!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh then we get to vodaphone n i had to pay another 25pounds to fix it even with 18months of bloody insurance. n i just got this phone a little short of 2 months ago. n they had no replacement phones. but aunty wong gave me her spare one for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; when we got back, i washed my hair like 3 times. for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;so, DO NOT walk under ladders. seriously. im so not superstitious... i mean, im christian, n totally believe in providence n HIS will, but wow. today... mebbe it was the work of satan. ugh. or mebbe a humbling admonishment from above. i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-7547159917176563741?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/7547159917176563741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=7547159917176563741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7547159917176563741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/7547159917176563741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-walk-under-ladders.html' title='don&apos;t walk under ladders'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-6099844679938764619</id><published>2007-02-25T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:48:54.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas &apos;06 krabi'/><title type='text'>the spike in my foot fell out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the spike in my foot fell out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was wayyyy cool... it was lemme see... about the size of a grape seed. n when it fell out, it came with my skin surrounding it... like a whole lotta skin just fwwooped off. ok not alot. oh but it was thick ya noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;oh... that spike hurt so bad. oh my word, i was limping around krabi the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;how'd it get there? eh... we went to what, monkey island in phuket 4 a day of canoeing n we stopped off to go see the sea gypsies burial cave n it was low tide so we walked on what, 200 m of sea bed n it was all goopy n our legs sank down till our knees sometimes. bloody tiring walk. our guide was like aboriginal thai or summin n he was em, running across. fucking running n we were all like trying not to sink to our muddy deaths. anw, that walking CUT UP our feet like a miniature edward scissorhands got to our feet. that stuff we thought was mud was full of dead corals n broken shells. n so i had two spikes in my foot on top of a million cuts. ok not millions, just thousands. yeah n i thought it was just dirt. but it was all the way in the sole of my foot so i had to dig in with a needle n of course the dirt didnt come out cos it was SPIKES!&lt;br /&gt;where did e spikes come from though... hmm... baby sea urchins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-6099844679938764619?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/6099844679938764619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=6099844679938764619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/6099844679938764619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/6099844679938764619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2007/02/spike-in-my-foot-fell-out.html' title='the spike in my foot fell out.'/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36457449.post-116155563108369037</id><published>2006-10-22T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:20:31.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i AM the last person to get on the whole blogging thing. u see, i am highly allergic to trends. so since that wave has passed, i got one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;okok. i am a loser. n i do get fat on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;n i have stuff to do right now unlike u who has managed to find the time to look at obscure squirrel poop such as my blog. has one got a life to live? apparently not. unless I know u, the previous 3 sentences are not applicable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36457449-116155563108369037?l=igetfatonair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/feeds/116155563108369037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36457449&amp;postID=116155563108369037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/116155563108369037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36457449/posts/default/116155563108369037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://igetfatonair.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-last-person-to-get-on-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>igetfatonair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03276357731829734995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
