<?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-4753693937843917976</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:11:02.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillingz.....</title><subtitle type='html'>say it as it is...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-6071095344940773194</id><published>2008-07-05T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:45:18.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new way to kill time.....</title><content type='html'>For the past 5 months, i have been fetching my maid to the market every morning ever since my dad started working again. usually i have to wait for 15-30 minutes for my maid to finish buying things. utterly boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i developed a new&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOBBY&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;to ENTERTAIN myself while waiting in the car. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Most people that goes to the market are usually those aunties and the uncles would usually hang around the coffee shop. As i sit and look out from my car window, i've seen aunties wearing their really shabby pajamas.Their hair as messy as their pubic hair (LOL im serious) .  To my suprise, do you know the short shorts that we teens are wearing now? the old uncles have them too!! i think it was inspired by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and there was once i saw this little boy running from afar, and behind him was his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakak&lt;/span&gt; running after him. OH.MY.GAWD her boobs were like soooo HUGE and its like SLAPPING againts each other like BOINK and BOINK.. just imagine like two water balloons smashing againts each other at a high speed. and the sound of it. HAHA!!!! that little boy seemed to be fascinated by it as he kept on looking back and he runs with agility..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya the catch of the day was THIS particular old lady..................... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just can't help it!! its toooooo FUNNY!! coz she looked like she escaped from Pantai Hospital!! haha!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8ibFfxrcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-khThAYyuoc/s1600-h/P210608_11.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8ibFfxrcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-khThAYyuoc/s400/P210608_11.28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219428341872963010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8jx4bL4sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Vc--kQmUYY8/s1600-h/P210608_11.28%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8jx4bL4sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Vc--kQmUYY8/s400/P210608_11.28%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219429833012667074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8jMWc17gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3d2SL2bnAUg/s1600-h/P210608_11.28%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8jMWc17gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3d2SL2bnAUg/s400/P210608_11.28%5B02%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219429188237651458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE OUT PEOPLE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-6071095344940773194?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6071095344940773194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=6071095344940773194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/6071095344940773194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/6071095344940773194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-way-to-kill-time.html' title='My new way to kill time.....'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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/_TnorgZC34OU/SG8ibFfxrcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-khThAYyuoc/s72-c/P210608_11.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-6143181137979990046</id><published>2008-07-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:31:17.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memories of my LG VIEWTY</title><content type='html'>On May 17th 2008, i purchased something really remarkable. so seductive. so envious. so sophisticated. and most importantly, so ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is none other than the desirable LG Viewty. It cost me RM1700.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG5qlktQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ij5KqT95dH8/s1600-h/viewty+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG5qlktQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ij5KqT95dH8/s400/viewty+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219226211910209890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG5qhn81G6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BRY_De5hYgc/s1600-h/viewty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/SG5qhn81G6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/BRY_De5hYgc/s400/viewty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219226144061332386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice hole burnt in my wallet but it is very well worth it. I just have a thing for beautiful things that can set me apart from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY one month later, which is on the 27th June 2008. SOMEONE was immune to the fatal attraction of this luxurious beauty. the temptation, the desire, the devil within was overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching some random TV show on Astro, I decided to head upstairs to go online to have a chat online. Moments later, my name was loudly called out by my mom. "Ryannnn....!! Come down please. The priest is here to bless the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of my room and took a peek downstairs. A weird looking person was looking up at me. "EEEWWW......." was the word that played in my head. anyways thats just what i always do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back up to the room and groomed myself to get rid of the musky feeling. It took me a mere three minutes to do so. As i was brisking down the stairs, my mind was set to reach for my beloved phone which i left on the black leather couch where i was sitting when watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ehhh?? wheres my phone??" i though in my head. it was nowhere to be seen. the mysterious unknown guy was in the toilet according to my maids. my spontaneous nature was to head to the house phone and dialed my mobile number. "DUT DUT.. DUT DUT.." whilst my right ear eagerly searched for hints of my familiar No Air ringtone. i HEARD something at the back of my house where the toilet it. SUDDENLY...............   "DUT DUT.... PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER"&lt;br /&gt;I redialed and the same thing happened. my call got rejected. in my own house! by the third time i called, there were no longer the call waiting tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was clear that someone had shut my phone. there was only me, my mom, my uncle, my two maids, the priest and an unknown guy in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** my heart started pounding hardly. sweat started to roll from my forehead as i take a gulp of my own saliva. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house blessing ceremony began and i was furious. i could not concentrate at all and i wanted to stop it immediately. my uncle called me to hold the candle as they journey across the front gate to be blessed. my heart was not at ease. i excused myself and ran straight to the cordless phone. once again, the same response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Echih!!!!!!!!!!!! Anne!!!!!"..... i called out furiously to my two maids. "MANA HANDPHONE SAYA???"..... i explained to them and my mom my attempt to call but to no prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya rasa orang itu ambil! dia baru keluar tandas kan??" i said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya , ya! kok lama dia kat tandas tu! aku dengak bunyih hanpon kat tandas tadi tu! bila potong sayur kat blakang.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. im in deep shit. i instructed one of my maid to search the entire living room as I went up with another maid to keep a close watch on that guy. he seemed very CULPRIT-ish and poor with quite dark skin. he really gave me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the look&lt;/span&gt;" . you  know. the GUILTY look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was nowhere to be found. Before they left, i requested to hold them back and not let them leave my house. The priest was shocked. No one seemed to believe me. So the priest insisted i searched him first. and i did. but there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called me to search the other guy too. and strip search him too. which i didn't. which was my BIG BIG mistake. SIGH. i just thoroughly press my way through his clothings and pockets. there was a box of cigarette,  a wallet and an ugly old hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went ballistic. sorta. i explain to them that BOTH my maids heard sounds coming from the toilet. my call got rejected. it was pretty obvious that SOMEONE in my own house stole something that did not belong to them. i search high and low, going through his socks and shoes. which was VERY filthily smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour of detaining them at my house was leading to nowhere. My uncle and mother was really embarrassed with what had happened and kept apologizing. soon, they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to cry at the moment for i had lost something that i love so much. all my text messages, pictures, videos, personal stuffs. all gone right under my nose. with a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to cut a long story short, i called my uncle to stop them. my uncle brought them back to his house and waited for me to come because i demanded a recheck. its just a mere 5 minutes drive. this time i thoroughly checked him again in a room. he stripped down to his underwear. he even showed me his manhood (pfftt so small and sunat-ed.. haha) . nothing can be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was left speechless and apologized to him. (STUPIDITY.....................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was already 1.40pm. suddenly i remembered i had a facial appointment at 2. my facial appointment was usually12.30pm but i don't know what went through me when i suddenly changed it to 2pm. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for my facial in The Curve. i told my facial-ist lady what happened. she was like. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was pampered with a nice facial. eh damn syok ok i really recommend you guys to try this Resurrection Facial Treatment in Jurlique.  the massage using the spa  ball was  AWESOME.  so cooling and relaxing. muahh... having it again this Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to hell, when i reached home my mom told me to call my uncle. my mom said my uncle found a pouch where the guy was sitting. at the stairs.  i rushed to my uncle's house with my brother. ironically, it was MY phone pouch that was i was using to protect my beloved. it was obvious that THAT GUY stole it. PROFESSIONAL. according to my uncle, when i was on my way to his house, the guy's hands and feet were trembling frantically and he even requested to go to the field to smoke. anyway my uncle should have told me earlier. blur ass. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has already been a week since it got stolen. in between that week, i have done everything i can to retrieve my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i called the priest and asked him to direct me to where that guy lives. by the way his name is Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i went to Patrick's shop-lot house and spoke to his mom. all the way in Cheras. my friend brought me there as i didn't know the place at all (thanks! you know who you are). when we were there, we were waiting for him to come back so i can talk to him. he was on his way back from Leisure Mall. we know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he SEI also don't want to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i went all the way to low yatt to try blocking my phone. but to no prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i prayed as hard as i can but to know prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do not leave your valuables unattended. Even at home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Priest should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have brought a STRANGER, UNINVITED STRANGER or WHATSOEVER to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call the Police immediately if  something like this ever happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is my house BLESSED? FUCK NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4753693937843917976-6143181137979990046?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6143181137979990046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=6143181137979990046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/6143181137979990046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/6143181137979990046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-memories-of-my-lg-viewty.html' title='In memories of my LG VIEWTY'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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/_TnorgZC34OU/SG5qlktQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ij5KqT95dH8/s72-c/viewty+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-7304223609690916648</id><published>2008-03-21T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:30:04.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ryan..</title><content type='html'>My life is always filled with up and downs. so i have to constantly remind myself where do I stand now and where do i want to stand in the future. i think everyone at some point in their lives had talked to themselves, question existing everywhere.. like.. how will my future be like.. how FAT will my wallet be.. who am i going to meet in the future.. when will i be six feet under......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments ago i just feel like my soul talking i really have to jot this down somewhere so i do not forget.. i feel like something or someone just slapped me on the face.. time to wake up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I realize that i have been really rude to my parents, especially my mom. I talk to her according to my mood and i think she is a victim of my reckless inconsiderate mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am not passionate and fond of my current course anymore. i feel like it is a burden to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am still spending on unnecessary things. I guess i am still not over my disease of seeking comfort through buying nice things for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love myself so so much and yet at the same time, i despise myself with full of hatred. this is really something you do not want to have in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I feel like people are looking at me and making remarks every minute of my life. I don't know what is with me that makes people always realize any changes upon myself. it is like i have to be very conscious of my every move so i won't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am afraid to speak up, for i am afraid i might be wrong and laughed at my lack of knowledge and skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I find it hard to interact with people i had just met. especially if they are better looking that i am . or smarter perhaps. this is such a sickening and downright silly syndrome that i have and i seriously need to break out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a change..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-7304223609690916648?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7304223609690916648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=7304223609690916648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/7304223609690916648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/7304223609690916648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-ryan.html' title='Dear Ryan..'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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-4753693937843917976.post-7233427634831852975</id><published>2008-01-15T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T04:32:15.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair- Our Crown of Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was looking through my post entitled "P.I.C.T.U.R.E.S" and i realized how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can be at times. HEHE ;) then again scrolling down, i saw some pictures of me with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SHAVED, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sorta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;BOTAK-ish  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;head. i could see the HUGE CONTRARY. so people, please do bear in mind that your hair is just like your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CROWN.&lt;/span&gt; wear it well, wash it well, groom it, style it and simply LOVE it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4753693937843917976-7233427634831852975?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7233427634831852975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=7233427634831852975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/7233427634831852975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/7233427634831852975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2008/01/hair-our-crown-of-glory.html' title='Hair- Our Crown of Glory'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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-4753693937843917976.post-1984384148283718965</id><published>2007-12-21T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:26:50.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle the sorrows away, Santa</title><content type='html'>for some reason, i just decided to pay my dead blog a visit. i remember this was once the place where my fingers just danced freely across the keyboard, pouring out my thought and emotions all at the same time. i solemnly miss the feeling of it. looking through my older post, motion memories start to flash back little by little, whilst giggling to myself how crazy and funny i can be at times when i am pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, I'm back to doing one of the best thing i do- Chill and Bitch! HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, regarding my post title "Jingle the sorrows away, Santa" . it was a random thing. well to be honest, I'm feeling kinda down right now. you see, i love my mom. i really do. Christmas is just mere days away. so, i asked my mom "Mi (short form for mummy), what do u want for Christmas?" she replied " I just want happiness." I was like "HARR? how to buy happiness?"  then she started mumbling something which I can't remember already. i shall elaborate on my mom in a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today afternoon i saw on the couch this newspaper cut out from the classified section, attached with it was a hand written letter.  i knew instantly my dad was up to something AGAIN. that little "something" was my dad looking for a job. despite knowing what it was, i picked it up and asked him what that was while reading it. it says something something maintainence officer. requires experience in plumbing, safety, and hands on work.  NO WAY. he is too old for this. he asked me to help him type out the letter. my straight answer was NO. it was not because i was lazy, but the simply truth is that i don't want to see him suffer. i can't express my true thoughts so i decided to say stupid things to break his spirit such as "yerrr hands on? you can't do it la dee (short form for daddy)" SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing some thinking after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I over spending? -Yes&lt;br /&gt;Am I spending on things that i really need?-No&lt;br /&gt;Have I been contended with what i already have?-No&lt;br /&gt;Have I thanked them for what they provide me?-No&lt;br /&gt;Have I been spending or buying things to "show" that my family is quite well off?-Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have I been spending or buying things to "pretend" that my family is quite well off? -Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have I been acting all "Siu Yeh Zhai"-ish or "Diva"-ish ? -BIG YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan wears ADIDAS shoes. what does daddy wear? -old shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan eats good food. what does daddy eat? sucky worker food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan goes to Bianco Saloon to get his hair done. where does daddy go? -mamak barber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan wears nice comfortable clothes. what does daddy wear? ryan's old unwanted clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan wants a top range laptop, daddy pays for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan wants anything, daddy provides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question arises, where does the money come from? where did this devil within me start to take control of my life? i need to make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this goes on, i'll earn myself a place in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blame myself because of my "Sei You Min" attitude, i made my parent's life hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-1984384148283718965?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1984384148283718965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=1984384148283718965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/1984384148283718965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/1984384148283718965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/jingle-sorrows-away-santa.html' title='Jingle the sorrows away, Santa'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-5385604001076106929</id><published>2007-05-10T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:09:25.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucker Bitch</title><content type='html'>arghhhh. as usual i have to blog about my tuesdays' Larder class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, imagine yourself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;shitting&lt;/span&gt; halfway and suddenly you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fell&lt;/span&gt; into the toilet bowl with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fresh shit&lt;/span&gt; in it. haha. embarrassing right? okay thats how i felt. the story was, i was doing the brown sauce thingie and somehow i stirred it correctly and the result was pretty nice. the F.U.B actually complimented me! though she didnt see who it was. oh well. kena puji for ONCE. hohoho. my moment of glory didnt last long.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; SADLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after transfering my brown sauce into a bigger pot, i had to wash my bowls and saucepan. as i was washing the saucepan after the bowls, she interrupted : "eh boy u wash here ahh, tomorrow also cannot finish i tell you.. (bla bla bla)" okay la in my heart i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wtv-ing&lt;/span&gt; her.. so i wiped it and put the stuffs back. SUDDENLY, she shouted : "i have been receiving lots of complaints ahh, that the saucepans aren't washed cleanly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;show me your saucepan after washing it&lt;/span&gt;.!" i was pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; that my saucepan was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;squeeky clean&lt;/span&gt; so i passed it to her. to my HORROR, there was this patch of brown thingie still there. what happened next? DOH she sounded me. haha. she even put the pot soo damn near to my face and said something like i am embarrassing myself. indeed i was! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malu siod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't fully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FAUL&lt;/span&gt;T as there weren't any&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; USEABLE&lt;/span&gt; sponge or scrubber AND washing liquid in that kitchen.  i had to use my hands k?? argh. okay so she ordered that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;licker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to take some scrubber from Esther or wtv her name is. i was given a brand new scrubber sponge to "redeem my mistake". being blur as usual, i just used the yellow part( the sponge) instead of the green part( the scrubber). so.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kena marah&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN la! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;... tekanan siod&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she was marah-ing me, i remember she said something that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; me. "don't you do washing at home??" i sheepishly shock my head side to sides as a sign of NO. she replied by saying how am i going to cook.! i just kept quiet jer..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; sakit hati&lt;/span&gt;..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is what i wanted to tell her in my heart (but i was too afraid la as usual) :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;"IS IT A CRIME NOT KNOWING HOW TO WASH THE DISHES? COME ON OKAY, I HAVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; MAIDS TO DO IT FOR ME. I AM HERE TO LEARN. YOU ARE HERE TO TEACH ME. BUT APPARENTLY YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR JOB WELL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/4753693937843917976-5385604001076106929?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5385604001076106929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=5385604001076106929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/5385604001076106929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/5385604001076106929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucker-bitch.html' title='Fucker Bitch'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-1541723157002795696</id><published>2007-05-07T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:23:47.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.I.C.T.U.R.E.S</title><content type='html'>okay who the hell wants to read freaking long blogs? hell no for me.! (though i do crap until quite long sometimes)..haha. but i'd rather be kehpochi and look at other people's pictures instead. HEHE. so here goes... my picture stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8x8FyUJDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cGlAOXPrENo/s1600-h/Image723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8x8FyUJDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cGlAOXPrENo/s320/Image723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061819414602851378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during chinese new year. talking to my grandma over the phone in singapore. haha. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8IzlyUJCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BqyTUIpcZuI/s1600-h/Image714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8IzlyUJCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/BqyTUIpcZuI/s320/Image714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061774188597224482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so sunny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the room &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8De1yUI6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/cZa3T5BprkM/s1600-h/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8De1yUI6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/cZa3T5BprkM/s320/IMG_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061768334556799906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to do a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pose. not bad wat.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8Fu1yUI_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/RmYATpddwLg/s1600-h/Image703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8Fu1yUI_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/RmYATpddwLg/s320/Image703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061770808457962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the family house in penang island. comfort makes me zzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8FFVyUI9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sKFsMAufLOg/s1600-h/Image536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8FFVyUI9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/sKFsMAufLOg/s320/Image536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061770095493391314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored in the esprit fitting room. thats my mom's butt. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj7_VFyUI0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/tBkf35iOPKY/s1600-h/Image663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj7_VFyUI0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/tBkf35iOPKY/s320/Image663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061763769006564162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj7_3VyUI1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/mTYG0oTrAvA/s1600-h/Image723.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to penang island. my beloved hometown. i look like a bosS. hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-1541723157002795696?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1541723157002795696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=1541723157002795696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/1541723157002795696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/1541723157002795696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures.html' title='P.I.C.T.U.R.E.S'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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/_TnorgZC34OU/Rj8x8FyUJDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cGlAOXPrENo/s72-c/Image723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-4865429312015770198</id><published>2007-05-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:21:19.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now u see it, now you dont</title><content type='html'>okay so today when i woke up, i dont know why i just felt like going out. maybe its because i've been out straight for the past few days. i decided to go to ou with my fren shu yi.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding my title for this blog, here is how i spent my money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i "korek-ed" RM100.00 from my mom's bag. intially, i took RM50.00 but i saw that there were soooo many of it!! so i took 2 pieces of RM50.00. HEHE.  like as if she is gonna know the difference right??? hahaha. oh ya i wasnt stealing. i asked my mom first okie? when i was on the way down the stairs she asked me how much i took and i said a hundred. so thats not stealing okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RM11.00 for seafood tempura and XXL Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. RM13.00 for accessories from Padini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. RM20.00 for a meal in Char Chan Theng or wtv. oh ya remember not to eat at this place anymore coz my fren told me once, his meal came with hair and his friend's meal had burnt newspaper in it. GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Rm3.00 for a game of pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rm4.00 for a Nestle Strawberry Youghurt Drink and a bottle of Sunist Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shu Yi borrowed RM35.00 for her kasut and a hair brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rm4.00 for 2 cans of Shandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Rm10.00 for my Dove conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats like a hunded.. i think.. my math sucks okay? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after all the lepak-ing shu yi and i went back to visit lai yeng again in My Little Intellect- Shu Yi's aunt's shop. there, we BURPEDDD.....and i managed to burp lai yeng's name.. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoFN1yUIvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gzt83RuO4DM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoFN1yUIvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gzt83RuO4DM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060362866638725874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoEyFyUItI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bLaZJ7DwRK8/s1600-h/Image1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoEyFyUItI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bLaZJ7DwRK8/s200/Image1168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060362389897355986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoF0FyUIxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Euj9Ca2bTqw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoF0FyUIxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Euj9Ca2bTqw/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060363523768722194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoGF1yUIyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8Z7IcMnzBRY/s1600-h/Image1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoGF1yUIyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8Z7IcMnzBRY/s200/Image1169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060363828711400226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoGW1yUIzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/38FVW15vUjA/s1600-h/Image1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoGW1yUIzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/38FVW15vUjA/s320/Image1162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060364120769176370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-4865429312015770198?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4865429312015770198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=4865429312015770198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/4865429312015770198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/4865429312015770198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-u-see-it-now-you-dont.html' title='now u see it, now you dont'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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/_TnorgZC34OU/RjoFN1yUIvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gzt83RuO4DM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-4786800907153618834</id><published>2007-05-02T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T09:15:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.I.E.R.C.I.N.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjliuVyUIrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Lk-MEwvs9o/s1600-h/Image1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjliuVyUIrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Lk-MEwvs9o/s320/Image1139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060184204589146802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjliM1yUIpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FciffPjlyME/s1600-h/Image1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjliM1yUIpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FciffPjlyME/s200/Image1149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060183629063529106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sooooo many years of wanting to do it, AT LAST, i had the courage to get it done thanks to someone. i think it looks kinda nice though. it brings a little life to my face since i look pretty dull and sickly sometimes. LOL got it done in sunway pyramid on the 1st of May 2007- a very memorable day for me indeed. it'll live in my memory forever. hmmmm..  the piercing also gave me a small ego boost. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what my family said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: u serious?? not nice.. nice.. i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis 1: YUCK so ugly... eeek....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis 2 : YER.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: lu see ta bor asi zha bor?? ( are u a boy or a girl??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: you say nice then nice la. abit gay. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: wahh! u better make sure you pierce the correct side. later attract wrong gender. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Yi and Lai Yeng : nice. they said cute also i think. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RYaN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-4786800907153618834?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4786800907153618834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=4786800907153618834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/4786800907153618834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/4786800907153618834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/05/piercing.html' title='P.I.E.R.C.I.N.G'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnorgZC34OU/RjliuVyUIrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Lk-MEwvs9o/s72-c/Image1139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-4781725110999237967</id><published>2007-04-27T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:54:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchin' time... HEHEEE</title><content type='html'>okay there is this thing or shall i say person i wanna bitch about. she is none other than..... the F.U.B aka *Fucked Up Bitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was devastated when we found out one of our subject was taught by her. AGAIN. HOLLY COW i thought our nightmares and gloomy days with her in semested 1 were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is utterly ridiculous in many ways and think she is the almighty and high above the rest. she doesn't have respect for others and expect us to know EVERYTHING and do everything RIGHT the first time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i have to put on a MASK and be pretentious to be nice in front of her. everyone does that. mind u, her boots are so shiny u can reflect your self image on it-why? because there are freaking boot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lickers&lt;/span&gt; around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. whatever it is he/she/they are still my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frens&lt;/span&gt; as i do seek guidance from them. i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like the fact that one of them likes to SNATCH JOBS from not only me but other people as well. damn blardy intimidated and pissed cuz when "that person" "helped" me, the lecturer was heading to my table and "that person" wanted to IMPRESS her, and she got what she wanted. the praise. me on the other hand got some uneasy sounding. boiling inside. F.U.B loves to praise herself too. freak. so self absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.. my bitching mode is not really on today.. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-4781725110999237967?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4781725110999237967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=4781725110999237967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/4781725110999237967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/4781725110999237967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitchin-time-heheee.html' title='bitchin&apos; time... HEHEEE'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753693937843917976.post-5616477263623898457</id><published>2007-04-27T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:07:14.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deed of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realize every now and then, this old lady would come into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blitzone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and walk around here and there. The first time i saw her i made a joke in my silly mind saying "huh?? old lady also play online games.?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, i discovered to my dismay that she was actually digging through the trashcan, looking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aluminium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cans!! it was utterly disgusting and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unhygienic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to do so. due to the intensity of my game of CS, i forgotten about it later on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night suddenly i remembered about that old lady. i actually took time to think how can i give her a hand. give her more cans? give her money? hmm.. suddenly i remembered myself asking my maid to keep the old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aluminium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cans for recycling a few months back during Chinese New Year. i wonder if she did it. hmmmm... but to be honest, i thought one step ahead- how the hell am i gonna bring those stupid aluminium cans to a cyber cafe?? put it in my bag and wait for her arrival?? people would think i'm psycho and it would be pretty much embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, as i was walking out from Blitzone to buy lotus pau for kevin, i saw her walking towards Blitzone. after getting back to the cyber cafe with no pau, i decided to buy a drink to quench my thirst. i was wondering where did she go. the moment i finished my drink, i saw that she had just left the cyber cafe. i decided to ignore my "sei you min" attitude and walked out to give her my empty can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i got out, the word "what in the world??" played in my head. she was frantically searching through the garbage bin in front of the premise. i quickly handed her my empty can. she gave me a "wahh...." followed by a big bright smile. and i went back inside, feeling much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it was just ONE empty can, i played my part in helping someone to ease their burden. besides, i also  contribute to nature! recycle  leh...  HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-RYaN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-5616477263623898457?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5616477263623898457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=5616477263623898457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/5616477263623898457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/5616477263623898457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/deed-of-day.html' title='deed of the day'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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-4753693937843917976.post-3257502081681621000</id><published>2007-04-26T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:45:58.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very first post</title><content type='html'>huhu! i'm back with another blog after deleting my old blog since i was kinda busy with college life. i hope this blog can last longer than the last. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purspose of this blog is for me to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Release my ANGER&lt;br /&gt;2. Bitch&lt;br /&gt;3. Gossip&lt;br /&gt;4. Review the things i had learned in class&lt;br /&gt;5. Chill&lt;br /&gt;6. Kill time&lt;br /&gt;7. Discover more about myself&lt;br /&gt;8. USE my brain and think&lt;br /&gt;9. Improve my memory&lt;br /&gt;10. And CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RYaN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753693937843917976-3257502081681621000?l=chillandbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3257502081681621000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753693937843917976&amp;postID=3257502081681621000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/3257502081681621000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753693937843917976/posts/default/3257502081681621000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillandbitch.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-very-first-post.html' title='my very first post'/><author><name>RYaN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06067591962991072799</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
