<?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-8828328668068222736</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:31:18.187+08:00</updated><category term='PHIL 101'/><category term='stuffs'/><category term='THTR 101'/><category term='politics'/><category term='romantic disasters'/><category term='PHIL 130'/><category term='SOCS 101'/><category term='museless'/><category term='college'/><category term='early morning madness'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='cats'/><category term='theater'/><category term='PREL 201'/><category term='COMM 105'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='PSYC 201'/><category term='CHEM 101'/><category term='HIST 105'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='class'/><category term='SOCS 111'/><category term='emo'/><category term='design'/><category term='tv'/><category term='PMS'/><category term='homosexuals'/><category term='fucked up'/><category term='SOCS 102'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Six Words'/><title type='text'>Somnium xx Reformat xx</title><subtitle type='html'>You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-7371437256171827564</id><published>2010-07-19T08:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:14:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*facepalm*</title><content type='html'>I feel like writing, and on this mac, there is very limited things I can do =A= It's really just like a pc notebook :- Useless. Cept that It looks better, is bigger, and you can actually photoshop properly xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, 1st rant - Twilight. It's so embarrassing and annoying that my mom reads AND likes it. Why? Well, the only people who read Twilight AND like it at the same time are sluts, kids, or fags. You see the connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of replacing this site with flickr. It seems more of a... rational choice with all the half-arsed spammage art I make you guys tolerate, if there are still anyone reading this. Wait, was there really anyone reading this before? Which leads to my announcement/confession that I have actually been blogging somewhere else where I get more responses to... well, anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the one or two people who  do not frequent this place enough xP But anyway, Inception today. And then more moping around in the evening. Get back to subang. More moping around. Mope. Mope. Mope. Mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaah. I have not been feeling my best. I s'pose I'm bringing back the yumyumvodkas so that I can urr .... Mope and get drunk. At the same time. \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your friendly neighbourhood moper signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Steph, you're such a douche. It's not flickr but TUMBLR you stupid fuckhole. *slaps herself*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7371437256171827564?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7371437256171827564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7371437256171827564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7371437256171827564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7371437256171827564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/07/facepalm.html' title='*facepalm*'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-4404123121793080939</id><published>2010-06-26T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:22:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FlickFlick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/TCXisNopbnI/AAAAAAAAATU/UeUeDUJQlao/s1600/head.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/TCXisNopbnI/AAAAAAAAATU/UeUeDUJQlao/s400/head.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487040970223087218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another attempt. Am I improving?! TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should use a flickr account instead of a blog. Well, it's the new hype. And the pictures look less gay on flickr... i hope *crosses fingers* How bout it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4404123121793080939?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4404123121793080939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4404123121793080939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4404123121793080939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4404123121793080939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/06/flickflick.html' title='FlickFlick'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/TCXisNopbnI/AAAAAAAAATU/UeUeDUJQlao/s72-c/head.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-8899788559820933805</id><published>2010-05-26T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T04:18:28.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw Me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, there are just some stuff that I refuse to draw in light of my drawing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;skillz. For instance, if you asked me to draw a character or fandom that I really liked, I would most likely not draw it for the sake of preserving the awesomeness that is. Like Avatar for one and Mr. Toothless from How to train your dragon. Or maybe something more realistic like... Ip Man or Ironman, without the suit. However, I would probably draw alternate characters 'living' in that universe, such as my trusty lil pink na'vi. It is however, my wish that one day, I am skilled enough to draw anything I want. Be it realistic or downright ridiculous. Well, I'm aiming more to the realistic factor. I can't help it, I'm right-handed. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm not making much sense. But I s'pose most people don't at past 4 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8899788559820933805?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8899788559820933805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8899788559820933805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8899788559820933805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8899788559820933805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/05/draw-me.html' title='Draw Me'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-2153869319720645704</id><published>2010-03-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:17:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's no Christian</title><content type='html'>But it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Good night, little child&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight, says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we dine&lt;br /&gt;With bread and wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the angels will sing&lt;br /&gt;Before your king&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You have returned&lt;br /&gt;to his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-2153869319720645704?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2153869319720645704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=2153869319720645704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2153869319720645704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2153869319720645704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-no-christian.html' title='She&apos;s no Christian'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5241547987777780991</id><published>2010-02-28T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:36:33.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been distracted.</title><content type='html'>Hi, so long no post. I've been distracted. Yeah, you didn't know that cause my title didn't say it already. Anyway, I've just watched Book of Eli. It's a stupid show about Christianity and stuff. Basically the show was based on an post-apocalyptic theme, and about saving the bible and stuff. ITS SO BORING. I know I love you Denzel Washington, but OMG. YOU'RE SO BORING IN THIS SHOW. And it's all dirty people fighting each other for money or stuff. Yeaaaah. If I wanted to see that I'll go tour a poor country. No need to make a whole movie about it *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 2 am, and I realize I can't sleep yet cause I'm gonna have to go move my car later o-o BOOO. Yeah, you heard me, it's 2 am, and the Asia Cafe Carpark is still full to the brim... WHY? &gt;_&gt; Ah, well, gotta hate Saturday Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5241547987777780991?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5241547987777780991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5241547987777780991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5241547987777780991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5241547987777780991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-distracted.html' title='I&apos;ve been distracted.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-4059236515756694759</id><published>2010-02-15T13:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:05:42.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Livestream</title><content type='html'>I finally gave in to all the influences and started a livestream account. I will be livestreaming during artwork sessions or some gaming sessions, depending what I feel like doing. I'm gonna be humble here and tell you my art sucks, and my gaming sucks worse, but it's no matter. The point here is to let you people know what I'm doing, and maybe even chat a little. Connectivity may suck, so bear with me &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the account:&lt;br /&gt;Livestream: &lt;a href="http://www.livestream.com/stephoanie"&gt;http://www.livestream.com/stephoanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Year of the Tiger too C:, I did a small doodle on livestream earlier just now, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/S3jipmYIMDI/AAAAAAAAATI/W0jxV--gpA0/s1600/tiger%2Bcopy.png" alt="2010" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4059236515756694759?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4059236515756694759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4059236515756694759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4059236515756694759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4059236515756694759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-livestream.html' title='CNY Livestream'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/S3jipmYIMDI/AAAAAAAAATI/W0jxV--gpA0/s72-c/tiger%2Bcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-8625995393713155258</id><published>2010-02-02T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:20:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not another face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/S2gmj_sAQfI/AAAAAAAAATA/olS6d2LQocU/s1600-h/face+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/S2gmj_sAQfI/AAAAAAAAATA/olS6d2LQocU/s400/face+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433635350255780338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking realism. UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8625995393713155258?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8625995393713155258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8625995393713155258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8625995393713155258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8625995393713155258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-another-face.html' title='Not another face'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/S2gmj_sAQfI/AAAAAAAAATA/olS6d2LQocU/s72-c/face+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-3431793752425616330</id><published>2010-01-11T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:11:46.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad</title><content type='html'>I wanted to happily post a relevantly long post that is focused about my trip to china and my first experience in losing my way in an unknown place while driving, but I'm just too sad at humanity to do it right now. We don't think. Yeah, we, thats including me. We never think. The minority always complain about the majority, the majority always complains about the minority. And both sides NEVER bother to take into consideration how the other side feels. Im not saying I dont do that, it happens to me everyday, whether I realize it or not, Im only human after all. But is it fair that each one seems to care for only they're selfish needs. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is no true Black or White, merely various shades of Grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a mid-life crisis, at 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3431793752425616330?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3431793752425616330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3431793752425616330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3431793752425616330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3431793752425616330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5058916395424264351</id><published>2010-01-02T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:50:26.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sz9dKAnw_OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k8juRJuZWa4/s1600-h/NAMELESSPERSONOMG+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sz9dKAnw_OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k8juRJuZWa4/s400/NAMELESSPERSONOMG+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422154902924229858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/8952/frostymcballscopy.png" /&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/8828328668068222736-5058916395424264351?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5058916395424264351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5058916395424264351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5058916395424264351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5058916395424264351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/lazy.html' title='LAZY'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sz9dKAnw_OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k8juRJuZWa4/s72-c/NAMELESSPERSONOMG+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-4550050347287765729</id><published>2009-12-08T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:09:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my life.</title><content type='html'>I miss a partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having someone to share my likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people who cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people who dared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss vodka sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bitching about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bitching about bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss bitching about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss potentiality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss CC nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so much more, and more after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I forget there is always a finish to every starting line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats that. I guess. What a perfect ending B|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4550050347287765729?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4550050347287765729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4550050347287765729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4550050347287765729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4550050347287765729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-life.html' title='I miss my life.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5512045514869593249</id><published>2009-12-01T16:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:23:58.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SxTR5rronAI/AAAAAAAAASo/7XCMYfniblg/s1600/butterfly+boy+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SxTR5rronAI/AAAAAAAAASo/7XCMYfniblg/s320/butterfly+boy+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410179841287298050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Click for larger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is one annoying CG, because i can't help but keep refining it... I only wanted it to be a sketch B|. I'm doing sketches for now onwards B| This challenge thing is not easy. Tomorrow's theme not decided B|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5512045514869593249?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5512045514869593249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5512045514869593249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5512045514869593249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5512045514869593249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-butterfly.html' title='1. Butterfly'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SxTR5rronAI/AAAAAAAAASo/7XCMYfniblg/s72-c/butterfly+boy+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-2888350811075181752</id><published>2009-11-30T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:03:40.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning your A B Cs and D and Es.</title><content type='html'>Right. So I just learned that my boobs are an awesome size B. A B. NO. A "B". WHICH IS AN "A", PROLLY, IN AMERICAN SIZE. Which I didn't care until I found out that EVERYONE HAS BIGGER BOOBS THAN ME. THATS FUCKING SCARY KAY B| FOR AN &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; 6 FOOT TALL GIRL... And you wonder why people call me a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to bluetooth in my ass-cucumber.. so maybe next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I've just got new additions to my make up bag.. so thats.. good, i guess &gt;_&gt; Not like i'll really ever use them &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma watch house. After finals, which ended... last tuesday, i've practically done nothing than sit at home and well, sleep. TO emphasize that statement, I've done watching Eureka season 2, How I met your mother season 1 and 2, Glee season 1 and... well, thats it i guess... But seriously? 4 seasons? in 1 week? Yes, I redefine LIFELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats okay *sniff* I'm prolly started a weird ass art challenge thing tomorrow with nas which requires people to draw art consecutively for 31 days of December. Sounds interesting. No CGs though, unless i'm happy/ran out of shows to watch. Starting from tomorrow, with a butterfly themed drawing... of anything butterfly themed B|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on a few things this year end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch all my unwatched series.&lt;br /&gt;Read all my unread books.&lt;br /&gt;Finish all my unfinished CGs.&lt;br /&gt;Get a suntan.&lt;br /&gt;Study TOEFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I redefine lifeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-2888350811075181752?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2888350811075181752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=2888350811075181752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2888350811075181752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2888350811075181752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/learning-your-b-cs-and-d-and-es.html' title='Learning your A B Cs and D and Es.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6337337580426976747</id><published>2009-11-20T03:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T03:29:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Porn</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make a post today, and quite a long one at that, but then again, it's 3 fucking AM and i just got over a headache so im not really in the mood for anything x| ANYWAY, i did promise porn. &gt;_&gt; so for the girls, have some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SwWalgDfPII/AAAAAAAAASM/NI7Udyl0q1M/s1600/cockmint.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SwWalgDfPII/AAAAAAAAASM/NI7Udyl0q1M/s320/cockmint.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405896896778550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cock Mints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And for the Guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SwWb2WcSfVI/AAAAAAAAASc/fqP2CoaZuk0/s1600/vagsush.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SwWb2WcSfVI/AAAAAAAAASc/fqP2CoaZuk0/s320/vagsush.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405898285767621970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vagina Sushi!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is all taken with my camera at a place near you... I'm so mature @w@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6337337580426976747?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6337337580426976747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6337337580426976747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6337337580426976747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6337337580426976747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-porn.html' title='Public Porn'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SwWalgDfPII/AAAAAAAAASM/NI7Udyl0q1M/s72-c/cockmint.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-234380684832000108</id><published>2009-11-15T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:17:40.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighrific</title><content type='html'>SIGHHHHH. I've been sighing a lot lately. Well, at least tonight. You know why? I have to study for advertising. Which means, the probability of me sleeping tonight &lt; the probablity of me trying to stay awake for info cramming. Thats my damn problem, starting to study only at 11pm, when I had the whole day to do so. So what actually did I do the whole day not studying? The appropriate answer is nothing, because it is nothing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to procrastinate. There is no reason to procrastinate. I just do. =A= I feel like CGing. Rizzu is finally coming back from kangaroo land, which yes, is a better place than PASland. (inside joke, screw you.) But... well, whatever B|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying just by thinking about the test tomorrow. Or at least, what I must do for the test tomorrow... I need to eat something. Fucking veges, taste great yes, but filling? &gt;_&gt; I ate one whole cucumber and I felt hungry less than 15 minutes later. Thats how filling it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: My internet is so fucking shitty right now, that on speedtest.net, it downloads at an average of 0.02-0.08 mbps. That is, if it's able to load the damn page in the first place... SIGHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-234380684832000108?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/234380684832000108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=234380684832000108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/234380684832000108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/234380684832000108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/sighrific.html' title='Sighrific'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-1553920601153261287</id><published>2009-11-13T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:53:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbits with Superpowers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; 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on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post an (almost) actual post later.&lt;br /&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/8828328668068222736-1553920601153261287?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1553920601153261287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1553920601153261287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1553920601153261287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1553920601153261287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/rabbits-with-superpowers.html' title='Rabbits with Superpowers!'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7508770130375742469</id><published>2009-11-12T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:44:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied.</title><content type='html'>As a loyal and patriotic citizen, I am satisfied with the current level of human rights in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who disagree, well, I vote for the ISA to get your asses. v_v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7508770130375742469?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7508770130375742469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7508770130375742469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7508770130375742469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7508770130375742469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-391819168903338516</id><published>2009-11-12T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:22:05.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturn</title><content type='html'>I really should be preparing for my day in sunway... but what the heck. Why not type a blog post while I still have the idea in my head ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway, I just remembered something reasonably awesome from my short youth. HAH. YOUTH. GET IT. Nevermind. It was around 10 years ago, me thinks, or maybe longer. I was sitting in my mom's car, looking out the window somewhere in pj/kl. Kids tend to not know where they are at the moment you see. So I was looking up in the sky in the afternoon, watching clouds, trying to find any odd looking clouds that resemble something familiar.. when I saw this faintly outlined orb with a ring around it. First I thought it was the moon. But it can't be, the moon was next to it, in a much clearer view. It definitely isn't the sun cause it's not shining... so what can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A planet! OMG. I may be young, but even then I knew I couldn't have seen a planet so far from Earth with nothing but my naked eye. So I did everything I could to convince me it's not real. I wiped the car windows, just in case it was a stain, but all I did was well, stained it. I blinked violently, but all I manage to do was lose sight of it for a few seconds (because it was reaaaally faint). I even slapped my self, in fear I was hallucinating. But it remained there, that celestial body. So I told my parents, who were obviously, like any other parents, would think it was just a kid's fantasy and ignore them, like the ignorant people they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the only one who saw Saturn that day. During the day time, with my naked eye. It was half the size of the moon but even though it was really faint, you could see the ring it had around it. There was no talk about people seeing any planets that day, unlike the buzz they had when the moon eclipse came about. So I was forced into thinking I did not see it. But I know I saw it with my two naked eyes. I must have been really lucky that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried googling to see if anyone had the same experience with me, but I have only managed to get one result of &lt;a href="http://cs.astronomy.com/asycs/forums/t/31275.aspx"&gt;proof that it is possible to see Saturn in the day time&lt;/a&gt;. So I'm asking, if there are any of you who have encountered strange things like this, send me a comment, reply, blog post, note, email... whatever. I want to  know &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-391819168903338516?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/391819168903338516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=391819168903338516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/391819168903338516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/391819168903338516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturn.html' title='Saturn'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6404614016612378738</id><published>2009-11-11T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:40:28.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Good News</title><content type='html'>I have a giant fucking headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why. Maybe it's from too much foul tasting coffee.... what am I talking about. All coffee is foul tasting =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My mood today is down in the shitdrains, and I don't know why. I've just came back from Amnesty International Malaysia, office located somewhere near asia jaya. That was relatively cramped/small/useless/fun. So yeah. Now what lies ahead me is a giant effing report for Politics, which is 2 pages long so I don't know why I'm complaining. In fact. I don't know why I'm such in a bad mood. Im sure as hell not PMSing... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe it's because that guy killed my cheiftain in travian. oh gods, i'm so gay if it comes to that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank 2 cans of coffee this afternoon. So I don't know why i feel like curling up into bed and sleeping. I need to do so much today. I can't afford to sleep :/ Maybe thats why i'm having the damn headache. Stupid damn sleepiness. It's not like I didn't have enough sleep last night. I had more than 12 hours of sleep for gods sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also fed up with people who act like they're so cool and shit. Feel like whacking them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch law abiding citizen. But noone wants to follow me. So it looks like I have to go alone. SIGH. I also need to visit the pharmacy. SIGH. I'm also hungry, and I don't know why. I had a heavy lunch. SIGH. I'm so damn sleepy. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that makes me want to jump off a cliff. Oh well, we all have our bad moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6404614016612378738?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6404614016612378738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6404614016612378738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6404614016612378738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6404614016612378738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-good-news.html' title='I need Good News'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8581612695401990150</id><published>2009-11-10T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:09:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He likes Eating *wigglebrows*</title><content type='html'>OHYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY PRESENTATIONS ARE OVER. And not too bad too! 8D My body hurts, from a real lack of sleep + lack of food. Yesterday I broke my record by not sleeping for 24 hours in a row, with only 2 cans of coffee to sustain my urm... life force B| All that and not eating for 24 hours too! I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF *SNIFF* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i also realize that i'm such a fucking masochist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I came back from presentation practice and all. And I literally just collapsed on the bed and died. I died. Really. Okay fine, I slept as though I was in a coma. I even kicked my laptop off the table without realizing it. That was how exhausted I was. Poor laptop. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up to find my room in a state of a mess, all created when I was sleeping. To illustrate that point, there was coke on the ceiling... well, not ceiling.. .high on the wall LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so proud of myself.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 'cause i'm still a fucking masochist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, oh god todays presentation was good C: Well, at least it made everyone laugh : D Yesterday's Advertising presentation also made everyone laugh, for all the wrong reasons :/ Hopefully, we'll get forgiven lol. Now all that I have to look forward is 2 more field trips, reports and finally, exams. Thank heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get snowflake later. But now I have to bathe. Cause I have grime of 2 days sticking on me. EW much. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wen jiet likes having sex in prisons.&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/8828328668068222736-8581612695401990150?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8581612695401990150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8581612695401990150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8581612695401990150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8581612695401990150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-likes-eating-wigglebrows.html' title='He likes Eating *wigglebrows*'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-1746067383776512629</id><published>2009-11-07T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:46:00.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spread hate. Deal with it.</title><content type='html'>Posting way too much for my liking nowadays xD prolly due to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time I'm awake &gt; Time I'm sleeping &gt; time I'm gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long this'll last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spreading hate again, cause I can. Again, same subject - Homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short rant though, probably. &lt;s&gt; *points fingers* YOU LIE! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who believe in "equality" and fight for gay rights include LOVE as one of their reasons for supporting it. Well, wake up guys. Love, as a factor or motivation to support gay rights is proportional in BullShit-ness as a religious factor to hate homosexuals. I don't actually care if people use religion as a reason to hate gays, hey, at least they're on my side right? But, if the other side (obviously talking about the gay supporters) sets the rules that says "HEY, you can't use religion! I'm an atheist/It can't be scientifically proven/it doesn't makes any sense/it's not logical, so that fact doesn't applies." Well, tell you what, we can go by your rules. You stop talking about love, we stop talking about religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what, what other reasons you can use in your defense? Equality? I'm gay, it cannot be helped? Yeah, I think I've disapproved all your other reasons already in my previous posts, you can dig in, if you're actually interested in the first place, of course. Then again, I know you can try to disapprove on my stand/viewpoints. But your arguments are weaker than mine, in all sincerity. So well, adapt or get eliminated I guess. I have high hopes for the latter option, as it is permanent. but I'd settle for change, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might think I'm cruel and all, but truly, I don't think I am. I have a completely logical understanding of my beliefs. And yeah, murder is stupid and ridiculous, but well then, can't feel the same towards non-humans... Unless it's animal abuse. Pick on someone your own size plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. WHY ARE MENSTRUAL PAINKILLER PANADOL TABLETS IN HOT PINK? ITS SO EMBARRASSING TAKING THEM IN PUBLIC CAUSE IT SO OBVIOUSLY SHOUTS " HAY, THIS MAN LIKE THING IS EATING A PANADOL. FOR MENSTRUATION. DOES HE HAVE A VAGINA? " yeah, well, I DO. But the point is, YOU DON'T WANT RANDOM PEOPLE THINKING ABOUT YOUR VAGINA, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvRgpJWfbvI/AAAAAAAAASE/6N5mDUcel7o/s1600-h/Rabbitswip.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvRgpJWfbvI/AAAAAAAAASE/6N5mDUcel7o/s320/Rabbitswip.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401048113125224178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.p.s. needed some sort of picture. blog getting too wordy.&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/8828328668068222736-1746067383776512629?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1746067383776512629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1746067383776512629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1746067383776512629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1746067383776512629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-spread-hate-deal-with-it.html' title='I spread hate. Deal with it.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvRgpJWfbvI/AAAAAAAAASE/6N5mDUcel7o/s72-c/Rabbitswip.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-1473859194809023460</id><published>2009-11-06T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:12:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Coincidence has gone TOO far.</title><content type='html'>This morning I tripped on a wet pavement. Thats my third time tripping in 2 weeks. :I And remember than sprained/twisted ankle that was almost better a few posts back? It's twisted, again. Fuck, after the bleeding I've gotten from my other leg, you would have thought "HEY, now both legs experience hurting like a bitch, I think God should have given up by now trying to break Stephanie's ankle. It's just not happening. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can tell you this, God ain't giving up anytime soon. Neither is that person cursing me behind my back P: I wonder who I've madden to make them hate me so much. Well, other than all the homosexuals in the world, that is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my ankle hurts. No duh, seriously. But switching to other subjects, i had my politics test today! Went in completely unprepared except for some past year questions. Well, I'd be damned, they helped me more than anything else. People who have past years are shit lucky. Nowonder some of us can get 4.0 GPAs. They cheat :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_blogging"&gt;vlog&lt;/a&gt;, but it didn't work out. &gt;_&gt; mostly because I hate my voice + a lot of long, awkward pauses + stupid webcam not working + stupid youtube + no video editor, stupid. =A= I am a very camera shy person. And well, you know what they say about camera shy people =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this here. Cause my ankle hurts like a bitch. I'm such a pussy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-1473859194809023460?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1473859194809023460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1473859194809023460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1473859194809023460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1473859194809023460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-coincidence-has-gone-too-far.html' title='Okay, Coincidence has gone TOO far.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-2669372887833134030</id><published>2009-11-05T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:28:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine?</title><content type='html'>Caffeine is probably the best discovery I've made so far. YEAH, IM SLOW. SHUDDAP PLZ. So anyway, I have always been getting my caffeine from tea and colas, because I hate coffee. Really, how can you guys stand it. It's not only bitter. But it's damn sour. Yes, that's right. It's SOUR. Don't believe me? &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-14074-Boulder-Coffee-Examiner~y2009m7d25-Is-coffee-really-acidic"&gt;Acidic Coffee PLZ.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this morning I decided to get me a nescafe canned coffee drink. I tried starbucks last night, but right after I wrote that post, I felt damn sleepy =_= So strange. I think it's the milk in the latte. I guess, it's harder for me to digest milk = more energy used = more tired I feel. But yeah, that was an epic fail, so today I decided to get like, black, canned coffee. Cause I dont have hot water of my own. And incredibly, I felt so awake. Like so suddenly. I'm not sure whether it's a one time thing or it's psychological, but I've bought 3 more cans of it =w= I can't stand those shit and it's already staining my teeth, but fuck it man. It's coffee. I'm awake. Thats all that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caffeine effect is bound to wear out any time now. It's already 2pm, never even took a nap since last evening. I feel great. I only wish caffeine can affect me like this everyday. Oh yeah, i'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what this post is all about, don't worry, neither do I. It's the damn caffeine talking 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-2669372887833134030?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2669372887833134030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=2669372887833134030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2669372887833134030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2669372887833134030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine?'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-554203429429521515</id><published>2009-11-05T03:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:42:43.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are required to fail in this subject.</title><content type='html'>I have never given up on a subject as badly as this sem's bio. I have no will to do anything. It's 3:30 am in the morning. I have a test on bio at 8. What have I studied? Absolutely NOTHING. Instead, I waste my time playing facebook games and doing quizzes. I just picked up my book a moment ago and realized how much more I need to study. But all I can say is  fuck it. I have no mood. That doesn't mean I wont study though. SIGH. Not only that, I actually have to commit an hour or two to do assignments... for bio. Right, I'm gonna do my damn checklist here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1 Mitosis Meiosis&lt;br /&gt;-Process&lt;br /&gt;-Differences&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2 Genetics&lt;br /&gt;-Mendel's Laws + Variations&lt;br /&gt;-Calculations (Probability)&lt;br /&gt;-Sex Linked Genes (IS A FUCKING BITCH :/)&lt;br /&gt;3. DNA/RNA&lt;br /&gt;- Transcription and Translation&lt;br /&gt;-Mutations? ETC?&lt;br /&gt;4. Photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;- Anything I can absorb at this point.&lt;/s&gt; i consider myself done. 7:41 am lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a very, very brief overview of what I have to study, because I'm just remembering topics off my head, and not really referring to the book. Shuddap, I know we've done some of these before in high school, but that was two years back and I don't study bio... at least, under asmahan, we don't actually study them. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, study time. I shall try to get coffee in the morning. If I have the time &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-554203429429521515?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/554203429429521515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=554203429429521515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/554203429429521515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/554203429429521515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-required-to-fail-in-this.html' title='You are required to fail in this subject.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6046067911457615894</id><published>2009-11-04T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:27:15.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML PRONE SRSLY FTW l33T PLZ</title><content type='html'>=_= you know, back problems aren't the only problems i've been having with my life. I guess, in a sense, it's fuck my life month, both physically, socially and mentally. I are unstable plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so just last week, while coming down the stairs in ftz I managed to trip and in the end, sprained my ankle. It was a week of hell. No, really. You try walking to school every morning right when you wake up, with an ankle sprain. It's the worst kind. Your legs will feel so damn stiff, your back hurts, your neck hurts, and you feel like you're carrying gold bars to a class at 8 am which you are predetermined to fail. It feels like shit. So, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after 1 week of enduring that torture, my ankle's almost healed other than a minor irritation somewhere in the joints. And I was walking down, today, to get me some starbucks coffee to last the night, thinking hey, maybe my life would get better once my ankle's is healed. Feeling optimistic, I went on my way... only to trip onto the damned road. And now half of my knee is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvGc4EgweKI/AAAAAAAAARw/UQBj7CLz0uk/s1600-h/IMAG0377%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvGc4EgweKI/AAAAAAAAARw/UQBj7CLz0uk/s320/IMAG0377%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400269915291678882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I exaggerated. It was way bloodier than this before I freaked out and cleaned it up. I don't want no infection, I just cut opened my skin to remove a damn stone from my elbow. I used a pen blade, thank you hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, after I've limped for 1 week on my left leg, this week, i get to limp on my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase God Hates Me would be entirely appropriate for these kinds of situations =A= But it's not God's fault, I suppose. It's someone else performing a curse on me. I just know it. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've finally summoned up the guts to go try Asia Cafe's Kebab and Potato Salad. It's cheap, poorly made, the kebab is soggy while the potato is not soft enough... BUT HEY. I LOVE IT. ITS KEBAB AND POTATO. YOU DONT COMPLAIN. I don't know why I caps that, it's prolly the caffeine kicking in. IM DRINKING VANILLA LATTE. MY TONGUE IS IN CONTACT WITH COFFEE. AND THE WORST PART IS, I MAY GET USED TO THIS 8D. Definitely the caffeine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6046067911457615894?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6046067911457615894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6046067911457615894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6046067911457615894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6046067911457615894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/fml-prone-srsly-ftw-l33t-plz.html' title='FML PRONE SRSLY FTW l33T PLZ'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvGc4EgweKI/AAAAAAAAARw/UQBj7CLz0uk/s72-c/IMAG0377%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-5124207107158841145</id><published>2009-11-03T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:32:10.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back problems</title><content type='html'>My back problems is now getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that I'm sleeping wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that I'm getting fat... ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that I'm not getting proper nutrients...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or It might be that it's all in my brain cause I swear I had no back problems until my mom decided to make a fuss of me having back problems which didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to bet it's the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't sit up properly, walk, carry stuff... I feel fucking old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I decided to post up some WIPs because at the rate the tests, assignments and homework are flying to my face, I'm not gonna be able to touch my darlings anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. Use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvBM59W2k6I/AAAAAAAAARo/OHJHD6CYFSA/s1600-h/Sleeping+with+the+Devil+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvBM59W2k6I/AAAAAAAAARo/OHJHD6CYFSA/s320/Sleeping+with+the+Devil+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399900511823893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvBM5AkYPhI/AAAAAAAAARg/JR96IJfa6FM/s1600-h/Prussia+semi+real+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvBM5AkYPhI/AAAAAAAAARg/JR96IJfa6FM/s320/Prussia+semi+real+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399900495506062866" 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/8828328668068222736-5124207107158841145?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5124207107158841145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5124207107158841145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5124207107158841145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5124207107158841145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-problems.html' title='Back problems'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SvBM59W2k6I/AAAAAAAAARo/OHJHD6CYFSA/s72-c/Sleeping+with+the+Devil+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-5050286701764248880</id><published>2009-10-26T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:02:30.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTUREZZZZZ yeah, okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="803" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=141492587&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=141492587&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" height="803" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/141492587/"&gt;Sketchbook 1&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://cursedweirdo.deviantart.com/"&gt;cursedweirdo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, finally I bother to update this thing haha. My excuse? I'm too bloody lazy to scan in my stuff, transfer files from my phone, upload pictures blah blah. Anyway, I swore I'll do it this weekend, so I guess Im a bit late. Nothing much though, just thought some things in life are interesting &gt;_&gt; I hate taking photographs. But for now, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUsom7nufI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YW7foZ70Odo/s1600-h/IMAG0368%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUsom7nufI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YW7foZ70Odo/s320/IMAG0368%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768804630411762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUso-RavyI/AAAAAAAAARY/XX4M4JHcFR4/s1600-h/IMAG0372%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUso-RavyI/AAAAAAAAARY/XX4M4JHcFR4/s320/IMAG0372%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396768810895851298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlQgzuy6I/AAAAAAAAARA/itRPE5tsZzk/s1600-h/IMAG0364%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlQgzuy6I/AAAAAAAAARA/itRPE5tsZzk/s320/IMAG0364%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760694088453026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that should help SOME kinds of people with their studies &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlQLTB1xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VC_MrB1CJ9A/s1600-h/IMAG0366%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlQLTB1xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VC_MrB1CJ9A/s320/IMAG0366%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760688314144530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlP3q-cFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Rol3KHB4IX4/s1600-h/IMAG0365%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlP3q-cFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Rol3KHB4IX4/s320/IMAG0365%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760683045875794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDY CORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlPeOIlBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ycwd8Aw-dT8/s1600-h/IMAG0362%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlPeOIlBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ycwd8Aw-dT8/s320/IMAG0362%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760676214019090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's mentos alright. Blood flavoured mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlPNTKMcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/M0Yn6P7FOUs/s1600-h/IMAG0361%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUlPNTKMcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/M0Yn6P7FOUs/s320/IMAG0361%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396760671671693762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. It's cola flavoured... but it tastes like shit. And looks worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8828328668068222736-5050286701764248880?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5050286701764248880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5050286701764248880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5050286701764248880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5050286701764248880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/10/picturezzzzz-yeah-okay.html' title='PICTUREZZZZZ yeah, okay.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SuUsom7nufI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YW7foZ70Odo/s72-c/IMAG0368%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-6669351847568006944</id><published>2009-10-15T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:08:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination floats my boat</title><content type='html'>I feel like a little kid who is forced to write "I must not procrastinate" ten thousand times on the chalkboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like the little kid who would procrastinate doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thanks to my lovely procrastinating habits, I have been putting off so many assignments and in the end, have to pay the price with sacrificing my precious sleep. My sleeping habits this week is literally fucked up and when I fall into bed, I won't be quite sure on when I would get up once I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, no scribbles here :C my schedule is tight. I dont even get to cg no more :C Just an update so that you know I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm planning to procrastinate on my assignments again by going to watch cloudy with a chance of meatballs and fulfilling my crave for glamourous ice cream P:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6669351847568006944?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6669351847568006944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6669351847568006944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6669351847568006944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6669351847568006944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastination-floats-my-boat.html' title='Procrastination floats my boat'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3846881637621029151</id><published>2009-10-09T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:33:41.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoa Family Crest</title><content type='html'>I've just had an epiphany. I'm gonna design a Phoa family symbol. A family crest.. like how they do it in china... or was it japan.. and old europe... : D. This is gonna be so fun P: ... if i can decide wtf i should put into the damned crest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3846881637621029151?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3846881637621029151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3846881637621029151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3846881637621029151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3846881637621029151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/10/phoa-family-crest.html' title='Phoa Family Crest'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6598134859754624278</id><published>2009-10-08T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:16:59.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P:</title><content type='html'>Oops oops political post. And sorry for not updating 6words. Dont think you nutjobs deserve it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm joking. I'm just lazy, thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soanyways, I'm kinda irritated why americans are so damn pro-capitalist. Well, thanks to POLS 207 this sem, I know now that just because of the cold war, the americans have now become idiots. Please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we're talking about here is free healthcare. Well, technically speaking (not considering the fact that you're gonna have to pay more taxes please P:) It seems abit wrong to have an accident, then get rushed to the hospital only to know you cant get that meter long glass shard out of your friggin belly, because you dont have insurance P: But I'm not one to say about that. Because I'm as updated about this as the americans are. Clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, really, calling Mr. Obama a communist, Marxist, Socialist... I bet half the time you  people don't know what you're talking about. You're insulting the system, which I guess is what you aimed for in the first place but really, I don't expect much from a country who has less than 30% of it's citizens actually graduating from college. Passing grade, of course. Yes, America, I'm insulting you who is apparently a first world country, a weapons powerhouse, giant bully and of course, an complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Malaysia has a &lt;s&gt;reason&lt;/s&gt; excuse for being stupid, we're still 'developing'. C: &lt;s&gt;That and, we're actually fighting for change in the government, unlike you guys, who has the government trying to bring change for you but nooooo, you don't want their help! It's communism, you say P:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just a little ticked because Americans really have respect for nothing. Just because Hitler was a damn communist doesn't mean Obama is going to start a massacre on you white people while yelling 'Black Powar!'. Communism is all about sharing. Admit it, even though it has proved not to be as useful in some countries (thanks to the first world capitalists interfering with their systems in the first place), you have to admit there is some sense in the system. And it might be good trying to include some sense into something that does not make as much sense now. P: That was a confusing sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no communist though. Not even a supporter. Infact, I'm quite the pro-capitalist myself. I just hate people misusing terms they don't understand, because everyone else is saying the same thing. Go with the trend eh? Sounds so damn American HighSchool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes for you anti-BN bitches too =A= Glad to know we at least have some stupid people in our country *clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6598134859754624278?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6598134859754624278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6598134859754624278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6598134859754624278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6598134859754624278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/10/p.html' title='P:'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8003408690009422940</id><published>2009-10-01T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:26:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SsOGltyUrqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8k2PpKgAvuw/s1600-h/sketchsaku.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SsOGltyUrqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8k2PpKgAvuw/s320/sketchsaku.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387297561769193122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick 30 minute sketch when I'm supposed to be studying bio. P:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8003408690009422940?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8003408690009422940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8003408690009422940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8003408690009422940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8003408690009422940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/10/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SsOGltyUrqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8k2PpKgAvuw/s72-c/sketchsaku.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-5800435003738761151</id><published>2009-09-30T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:45:00.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Eye Practice P:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SsMWzi1Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/MzBAB2nIAPk/s1600-h/moreeyes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SsMWzi1Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/MzBAB2nIAPk/s320/moreeyes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387174654044975970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More eye practice sketches for geeks like you who dont care anywho P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too gay to update the internetz plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: OH. And for those who are too cool for Deviantartz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs51/f/2009/271/9/5/Headphones_by_cursedweirdo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 480px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs51/f/2009/271/9/5/Headphones_by_cursedweirdo.png" alt="" 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/8828328668068222736-5800435003738761151?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5800435003738761151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5800435003738761151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5800435003738761151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5800435003738761151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-eye-practice-p.html' title='More Eye Practice P:'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SsMWzi1Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/MzBAB2nIAPk/s72-c/moreeyes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-5842506439618453950</id><published>2009-09-21T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:32:59.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! I'm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;Bubbles&lt;/strong&gt; and my sisters are Blossom and Buttercup. I love the colour blue whereas Blossom likes pink and Buttercup likes green. I have a favourite plush toy. Its name is... &lt;strong&gt;Octy&lt;/strong&gt;. Octy is purple octopus which has 3 tentacles only. It has dark purple dots on its tentacles.  Octy is very special to me because its my &lt;em&gt;first best friend&lt;/em&gt; I've ever had and I sleep with Octy every single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never leaves me unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Click the 1st square on your left &lt;&lt; to see the original! I swear man. This is too classy to be me! xD itcamewiththelayoutxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5842506439618453950?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5842506439618453950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5842506439618453950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5842506439618453950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5842506439618453950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-im.html' title='Hi! I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-2884277183970836755</id><published>2009-09-17T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:43:52.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>"How's this." I took a breath. " I love you so much that when I'm alone without you, my heart crinkles like a prune and all I can do to stop that ache is to push my head deeper into the pillow I've been crying on, while trying to gasp for air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My body shivers in chill, and a painfully lonely sensation of prickles crawl onto my skin. All I could do was rest twirled up under the covers, staring at the celing, imagining you here with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed, trying to get a grasp onto reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been five months." I told no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I think I have cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lalala, fictional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-2884277183970836755?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2884277183970836755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=2884277183970836755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2884277183970836755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2884277183970836755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8024861028896662744</id><published>2009-09-16T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:48:01.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sq_hSt0z_EI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DMH0V8-aNTM/s1600-h/watergod+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sq_hSt0z_EI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DMH0V8-aNTM/s320/watergod+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767791386033218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol nub title. strange blue thing. I LOVE MY LINEART. WHY DID I ABANDON YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS @ lack of updates on 6-words :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8024861028896662744?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8024861028896662744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8024861028896662744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8024861028896662744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8024861028896662744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/hahahehe.html' title='Hahahehe'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sq_hSt0z_EI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DMH0V8-aNTM/s72-c/watergod+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-2958430245742116652</id><published>2009-09-15T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:13:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L4D - coming to a place near you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sq55ClhnzAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v1w5bDBOKMg/s1600-h/l4d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sq55ClhnzAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v1w5bDBOKMg/s320/l4d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381371690094152706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SS15, The perfect place to get kidnapped and raped by rotting masses of flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sarcasm aside, yes, i did a little photoediting to "express my feelings towards the photograph itself" as i really did feel that way while walking down a friggin dark alley. Anyone would. It's awesome though... they have like little crooks and nannies that we can hide in incase of a zombie attack : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for my report assignment, due tomorrow, havent started : ) I'm just that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8828328668068222736-2958430245742116652?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2958430245742116652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=2958430245742116652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2958430245742116652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2958430245742116652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/l4d-coming-to-place-near-you.html' title='L4D - coming to a place near you.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sq55ClhnzAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v1w5bDBOKMg/s72-c/l4d.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-8685437355782939012</id><published>2009-09-14T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:33:09.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>I need a new layout. I've given up on this one. Once i find the time... maybe over raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more pops of random muse from yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mommy, mommy, it looks dead." Riley wailed as he prodded the little bird lying motionlessly at the back of his lawn. "Don't touch it dear, it's dirty." His mom replied boredly from the kitchen, but Riley decided not to listen to her, the life of this creature is much more precious than getting his hands soiled. He leaned in, pressing his ear to the little belly of the creature. Badump. Badump. Riley brighted. It's still alive! "I'm going to save it." Riley thought. "I must."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8685437355782939012?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8685437355782939012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8685437355782939012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8685437355782939012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8685437355782939012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3672815811354103529</id><published>2009-09-09T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:06:09.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SqfDONbg-5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Jo5-O-Uik0M/s1600-h/Birthpose.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SqfDONbg-5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Jo5-O-Uik0M/s320/Birthpose.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379482928808000402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gift of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuddap. i dont draw boobs very often.&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/8828328668068222736-3672815811354103529?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3672815811354103529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3672815811354103529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3672815811354103529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3672815811354103529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/birth.html' title='Birth'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SqfDONbg-5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Jo5-O-Uik0M/s72-c/Birthpose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-7183144793583440970</id><published>2009-09-02T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:30:56.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sp309y6bf2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xCrsJE8-JoU/s1600-h/practise+eye+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sp309y6bf2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xCrsJE8-JoU/s320/practise+eye+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376722872626282338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eye practice&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/8828328668068222736-7183144793583440970?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7183144793583440970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7183144793583440970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7183144793583440970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7183144793583440970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/eye-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sp309y6bf2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xCrsJE8-JoU/s72-c/practise+eye+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-453903515706358588</id><published>2009-09-01T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:28:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy wants art. Mommy Gets Art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SpwIQuQJMSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/k0pqqDuSOnk/s1600-h/in+the+making.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SpwIQuQJMSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/k0pqqDuSOnk/s320/in+the+making.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376181138560200994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILLER POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little sumthin sumthin I'm trying to not phail in :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-453903515706358588?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/453903515706358588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=453903515706358588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/453903515706358588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/453903515706358588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommy-wants-art-mommy-gets-art.html' title='Mommy wants art. Mommy Gets Art.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SpwIQuQJMSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/k0pqqDuSOnk/s72-c/in+the+making.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-6526901277048863253</id><published>2009-08-26T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:07:20.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SpT7N8ZbVII/AAAAAAAAAPE/PMAQUN4-I7o/s1600-h/speedpaint+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SpT7N8ZbVII/AAAAAAAAAPE/PMAQUN4-I7o/s320/speedpaint+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374196472329491586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very quick sketch to pass the time. And to test myself after a few weeks of realism training. Need to work on the eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6526901277048863253?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6526901277048863253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6526901277048863253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6526901277048863253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6526901277048863253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/speed.html' title='Speed'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SpT7N8ZbVII/AAAAAAAAAPE/PMAQUN4-I7o/s72-c/speedpaint+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-5985042086592787180</id><published>2009-08-22T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:15:22.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS issues</title><content type='html'>Title says it. I'm slaving my back over nub browsers such as Firefox and Internet explorer just to try to figure a way out of this mess. PFT. Hence, this blog will remain in construction until I figure things out. I will try to update though. Nub site D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. It's obviously not done D: I'm still lacking yellow. *hint hint wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get it already :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5985042086592787180?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5985042086592787180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5985042086592787180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5985042086592787180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5985042086592787180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/css-issues.html' title='CSS issues'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8497287227834381562</id><published>2009-08-15T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:12:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza over Popcorn</title><content type='html'>Rumors about me having blond hair is a conspiracy cooked up by Friendly Arch Nemesis Ilinaz Mior (did I spell it right?), she's insane and just because she is, she expects the rest of the world to be. But not me, nuh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, surprisingly, me and her found our dear twilight star, Robert Pattison or something like that, retardedly.... retarded. And may have had Down Syndrome possibly in the past, or in the near future. (or may be, right this moment, seeing that his eyes are constantly puffily red and has a forehead as large as a gorilla's). -News report end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck at home, with nothing to do. MTV's concert is going on in lagoon right now. But i'm not there. Because I hate concerts &gt;_&gt; I dont mind clubbing though, so friggin invite me out already. Lol. I'm going to start a movie marathon. Decided that walking to pyramid at 9 when there is only 1 show at 11:45pm to catch is not worth it. Especially if it's a new show like District 9.  So yeah, few minutes ago I realize that I've finally kidnapped my own heroes cd back from Jun Haw, so I realized, hey, tonight may not be as bad after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing I have no access to popcorn of any sort (I like the light and sweet ones better than the heavily coated caramels), I rushed down to get me a large serving of pizza and dug my refridgerator for my orange+lemon sunkist drink. Which is so awesome, it quenches your thirst in what, 5 mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, being the loner I am. (I cant believe I'm calling myself that, I might be insane after all!) I'm gonna curl up in my bed, blast the speakers loud enough for my neighbour to hear (if they're actually in), and occasionally pausing the video to Travian. Oh yes, Travian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also determined to fall in... infatuation (because the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is currently highly inappropriate. Shuddap. I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensual&lt;/span&gt;. I just molest laptops.) with a character from heroes. I don't know who yet, but he'll come, someday.. tonight. Somehow... god why are they all so goddamned ugly :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8497287227834381562?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8497287227834381562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8497287227834381562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8497287227834381562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8497287227834381562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pizza-over-popcorn.html' title='Pizza over Popcorn'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3476177643960342507</id><published>2009-08-12T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:32:43.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensuality!</title><content type='html'>Better than rootbeer. Apparently, I'm horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like horny men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.... Nanas, save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="background-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; width: 400px; background-color: rgb(227, 240, 212);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny&lt;/b&gt; - You laugh often.  People never accuse you of lacking a sense of humor.  You don't take yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/b&gt; - You know what your goals are and you pursue them vigourously.  Achieving success is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sensual&lt;/b&gt; - You are not particularly shy when it comes to your sexuality.  You know what you like and do not feel inhibited.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; width: 190px; background-color: rgb(227, 240, 212);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Sensual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;5. Practical&lt;br /&gt;6. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;7. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;8. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;9. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;10. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; width: 400px; background-color: rgb(188, 216, 238);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny&lt;/b&gt; - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date.  If his jokes make you laugh, he has won your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conservative&lt;/b&gt; - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match.  Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/b&gt; - You seek someone with goals, someone to whom success is important.  You would like for this person to open up new experiences and opportunities for you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; width: 190px; background-color: rgb(188, 216, 238);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sensual&lt;br /&gt;5. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;6. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;7. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;8. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;9. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;10. Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.wouldidateyou.com/pquiz/quiz1.html"&gt;Dating Profile Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.wouldidateyou.com/"&gt;Would I Date You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3476177643960342507?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3476177643960342507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3476177643960342507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3476177643960342507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3476177643960342507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/sensuality.html' title='Sensuality!'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3359163857001093856</id><published>2009-08-08T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:14:27.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOTBEER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RONKKCfu6T8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RONKKCfu6T8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO SEXY FOR YOUR SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*will edit more when i gget the chance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm now upping my asian points by learning the rubix cube.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3359163857001093856?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3359163857001093856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3359163857001093856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3359163857001093856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3359163857001093856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/08/rootbeer.html' title='ROOTBEER!'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8384928116989164120</id><published>2009-07-28T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:43:18.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>A Good Omen</title><content type='html'>This would probably be a long update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to type. It has been long since I typed anything other than 'Hi!' on msn. Which never gets adequate replies... unless it's adrian, whom I greet in another language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been gone awhile, on holidays. I have 2 more weeks of rest before I am forced to force myself to college. Well, better than the 1 more week I thought I had. x) Anyway, I'm still not mentally prepared for it =A= PTSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pulling myself away from the topic of education, because it depresses me, lets talk about the fun times in Bangkok, ya? Oh yes, I went to Thailand for 3 days last week, 21st to the 23rd. Followed my mom on a business trip = awesome service. Why is she complaining about going overseas for business if she gets treated like royalty anyway =A= So, because it was a business trip, I get to stay in Hyatt. Yes, the hotel. Awesome service, other than this stupid faced staff which I reaaaaaaly feel like hitting, not just because of his ugly face, mind you. But obviously, being me, I always find my way to forgive and forget. V_V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, anyway, for you Liverpool fans, I stayed in the same hotel with the players during their asian tour trip to Thailand. And on top of that, I even got in proximity of less than a meter from them. Yes, I stood side by side with the players. : ) Only me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then again, thats was because I got off the wrong floor and the people wasn't able to shove me back in the elevator in time : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good trip, I learned alot during that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I sleep alot. Like ALOT. EVERYSINGLEMOMENTwheni'mnotstanding. Seriously, on the plane, in the hotel, during 5 minute car rides... on the couch in the hotel lobby.... It was almost as though I was sick. But I wasn't :/ Or I'll be ded, yes? H1n1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice that I have weird taste in men when I'm pmsing. =A= Well, since I was in thailand, I guess you should know what 'weird' manly attraction I mean by now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I say Putih is on a constant pms. So weird men, go get her, she's probably still ovulating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanas' taste in weird men is on a whole different level, so no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much to say, I've got a few pictures of the floating market we see alot in tomb raider and james bond movies though! Hmm, I shall post some here and some in my facebook : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new mouse! A Razer Mouse! : D a RM100 razer mouse =A= It's those kind you see in the CCs. Can't wait to fulfill it's full potential with a game of &lt;a href="http://wolfteam.softnyx.net/"&gt;Wolfteam&lt;/a&gt;. If you like l4d or Counter Strike, you should try that game. It's awesome. Jun Haw finally got his laptop.... LIKE FINALLY. But that kinda means there will be a major cutdown on CC sessions --&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today after a lonely dinner in Burger King I was like... hey, I don't feel like going back now. Actually, I dont feel like going back at all D: But then, JH and Adrian was busy, collegemates were all not in college, gay gang are all in college... that means I'm alone for the night, what can I do. I didn't feel like going on the comp at all, so CC was out of the question. So I thought, maybe I should pay a visit to Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was completely random for me. For one thing, I wasn't prepared to go out to a shopping mall = my clothes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;. I have not much money on me, and I didn't want to take a taxi at all, cause I have no money, period. I didn't want to take a bus, long wait, long cramps... I didn't want to go alone, I worry about not having anything to do, usually that takes the cake out of my other bazillion excuses. I had every reason not to go, and not enough for me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know how, I didn't know when, when I snapped out of my thoughts, I was already on the way there. Hahaha. And I had a fun time being alone too! It allows me to recollect my thoughts : ) I bought a rm 40 book &gt;_&gt; which I bet will be good! (I've already read the beginning and end x) ), I had an alcohol fix with Rum and Raisin flavoured Baskin Robbins Ice cream, which I was craving since god knows when... the alcohol, not the ice cream. Then I watched the Taking of Pelham 123, which is a BEAUTIFUL MOVIE. I admit, their sucky posters put me off, and I didn't expect it to be so nice, but really, this blew me off. This story was awesome. And after that, shone a beautiful reddish moon in the sky.  I learned alot from this experience too : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, I have been catching up with alot of them these few weeks, I have obviously watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/span&gt;, which was a good movie, if not lack of plot. (loveed the explosions though... and watching putut squeal at an old rusty cg-bot, told you, constant pms.). I also watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/span&gt;, which was shit, too much beardless johnny, too little awesome + hawt christian bale. Also, the horrid incomprehensible accent. But thumbs to them for good costumes &lt;3 &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thailand Floating Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRyinG4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/m-mGWMRaccY/s1600-h/IMAG0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRyinG4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/m-mGWMRaccY/s320/IMAG0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363195924567235458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRcgDAZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O4s4G5xy87w/s1600-h/IMAG0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRcgDAZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O4s4G5xy87w/s320/IMAG0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363195918650900882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRHKJTyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Jk7qzuJJSbM/s1600-h/IMAG0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRHKJTyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Jk7qzuJJSbM/s320/IMAG0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363195912921894690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Kitten, Rabbit (She's old enough now though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mQv3JHQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wBZEtRJc_RI/s1600-h/IMAG0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mQv3JHQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wBZEtRJc_RI/s320/IMAG0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363195906668174594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thai Silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mQY3E-zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ks7Z_0IWtp8/s1600-h/IMAG0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mQY3E-zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ks7Z_0IWtp8/s320/IMAG0299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363195900493888306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I obviously suck at this picture thing. Sorry liverpool fans, no liverpool for you : D&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/8828328668068222736-8384928116989164120?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8384928116989164120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8384928116989164120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8384928116989164120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8384928116989164120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-omen.html' title='A Good Omen'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sm3mRyinG4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/m-mGWMRaccY/s72-c/IMAG0280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-4257352235159686963</id><published>2009-07-12T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:36:07.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Now and Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sli9JU0OxPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2-XVcdv4tIo/s1600-h/bluesmall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sli9JU0OxPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2-XVcdv4tIo/s320/bluesmall.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357239724661458162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. If anyone would know me by now, they'd know that if I decide to hate a person, I can hate the person forever. Forgive and Forget? Bullshit created by weaklings who are hated by people. Yes, I use people. But then again, who doesn't. Tell me if you're friends with anyone who you don't have a use for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hypocritical, but at least I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more than actually hating an enemy, what I hate more is people who are friends with that enemy. I don't fucking care if my friends are dealing with the devil, it's just that hate when people avoid saying their name in front of me. Or avoid mentioning about them in front of me. And when they do that, they usually lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when people lie to me, I get pissed. Espescially when I find out. And I always find out. Because I'm paranoid. But can you say this is not human? I'll fuck you if you tell me that you don't get pissed when you know people are lying to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate it when I call people up for a meeting, and they cannot make it. And they give me excuses like " Oh sorry, I have stuff to do. " or " Sorry I can't make it tomorrow, can we do it another day ". Like okay sure I'll give you another day. IF YOU GIVE ME A PROPER REASON WHY. I mean, if I actually bothered to contact you, be bothered to give me a reason why i spent that 30 cents smsing you in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously in one of my bad moods. My mom threw away my RM 400 dollar windows vista installation cd + ready-packed dell drivers. Now I can't fucking reformat my computer even though I've waited a whole year to do this. I will make her pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally. And don't give me shit lectures to treat my family right. It's my family, not yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4257352235159686963?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4257352235159686963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4257352235159686963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4257352235159686963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4257352235159686963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-and-then.html' title='Now and Then'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sli9JU0OxPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2-XVcdv4tIo/s72-c/bluesmall.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-4162423886339664891</id><published>2009-07-07T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:27:34.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>Failing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SlLAiOJDuPI/AAAAAAAAANA/X2ptUnQH3mQ/s1600-h/%3DA%3D+.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SlLAiOJDuPI/AAAAAAAAANA/X2ptUnQH3mQ/s320/%3DA%3D+.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355554601041115378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I keep failing, though I keep trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture is the best example of a useless waste of two hours. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4162423886339664891?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4162423886339664891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4162423886339664891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4162423886339664891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4162423886339664891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/07/failing.html' title='Failing'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SlLAiOJDuPI/AAAAAAAAANA/X2ptUnQH3mQ/s72-c/%3DA%3D+.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-4123291700273467706</id><published>2009-07-06T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:49:03.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 102'/><title type='text'>Lost Cause</title><content type='html'>Because when I am forced to stay up all night to complete my studies, some fucker was out clubbing in pyramid and listening to orchestras... or something =A= &lt;s&gt;Not to mention some fuckers have finals the following day too. =_=&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, As finals approach I'm beginning to get very little sleep, as usual. But today's test was quite easy. Only made a few mistakes that I knew should be correct but didn't dare to change my answer =A=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the final of my finals. Cause I only have two of them. Then I get a 3 week break, then it's school again. How sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I feel sick =_= It's not flu for sure... more like morning sickness, like during pregnancy. I'm so irritate/annoyed/frustrated with college at the moment. And Not only that, I have to deal with stupid people who I have no idea how to deal with because I'm being nice for a change and trying not to offend them. Wait, you say, offend them? You're NOT going to offend them? What happened to the Stephanie I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still here, getting squeezed into a tiny little box by my rational side because it's not cool to be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn hard to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4123291700273467706?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4123291700273467706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4123291700273467706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4123291700273467706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4123291700273467706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-cause.html' title='Lost Cause'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7021076641882159532</id><published>2009-06-26T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:00:11.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic disasters'/><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>You know, when you fall asleep at 4 am in the morning, you expect to just lie down and rest your whole day off. But this morning, I was woken up by not 1, not 2, but 3 smses with awesomesauce news - OMFG MICHEAL JACKSON IS DED and some other guy i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are awaken by the sound of smses bring such news, you would immediately come to your senses. And if you were as smart as me, the next thing you would do is to go to the nearest mirror and double check if you look even as remotely like that white-black thing they call the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a relief to find that my nose didn't mutate in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I don't look like MJ, and neither am I related; the next question would be.... WHY THE HELL AM I RECEIVING THESE MESSAGES D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he leave me like 1 bil in his will? Did I get lalaland, or whatever that place's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and let me sleep already. =_= grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7021076641882159532?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7021076641882159532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7021076641882159532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7021076641882159532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7021076641882159532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6543903528022715068</id><published>2009-06-26T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:42:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SkOoePeZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R6Bx3wD5_yk/s1600-h/FY+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SkOoePeZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R6Bx3wD5_yk/s320/FY+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351306019749882578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OH. YOU KNOW IT. *RIPPED BACKGROUND*.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was leik, my newest form of colouring. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT DONE MY ASSIGNMENTS YET. BOTH OF THEM. DUE NEXT WEEK. ON THE SAME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIIIIIIIITZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i obviously forgot what I'm supposed to blog about :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6543903528022715068?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6543903528022715068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6543903528022715068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6543903528022715068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6543903528022715068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-hair.html' title='Big Hair'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SkOoePeZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/R6Bx3wD5_yk/s72-c/FY+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-8905301082043659346</id><published>2009-06-21T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:13:59.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Is it so wrong....</title><content type='html'>...for me to fear life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i will not deny that this is but another emo moment in my life of emo moments. But i will not deny that my life has been nothing but something for me to fear lately. My past, my future, my present, my wrongs, my rights, my hardships, my changes, my surroundings, my friends, my enemies.... how can you guys go around treating life the way it is - i know not. But for me, i feel like im losing the trust i gave life, one event after another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fathers day. An event i care not, just like mothers day. But soon enough i will have my own kids, and these celebrations will be directed to me instead. Sometimes, the ability to give birth is a good thing. But coming back unto topic, fathers day has been an event i've failed to celebrate for years now. because, as some of you might know, my father is no longer present. The only father i lean upon now is god. But today as a seurfed through some of the blogs i follow, i realize how precious a family could become, Like for me years ago, when family was all there was for me. But i guess things change, parents can lose the love for their children and vice versa. And now that my family is no longer whole, it's hard to see another's world so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder why yours is nothing like so? Do you believe in karma? I don't, but if you do, i guess it's easier to ignore the pain and hardships given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared i am not strong enough to pull through my own hardships. I have endured much in my life, much that most people will never encounter, and I'm proud of myself. But, how long more must I suffer? Isn't life supposed to be a blessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why is it so pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shared a lot of my feelings today, and i wish for only 1 condition from my dear readers - that you will never try to console me on this. I wish not to talk about this to anyone, and I think my reasons are understandable. Thank you for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8905301082043659346?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8905301082043659346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8905301082043659346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8905301082043659346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8905301082043659346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-so-wrong.html' title='Is it so wrong....'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7122954095365108755</id><published>2009-06-13T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:45:27.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Six Words'/><title type='text'>6 words</title><content type='html'>Well, I opened a new blog dedicated for the summary my daily adventures/struggle - I now present you http://6-w-o-r-d-s.blogspot.com - SIX WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like twitter. Only more abstract. My posts are limited to only 6 words for light reading and lighter blogging. Well, I suppose if I really wanted to share every detail about my daily happenings I would do so here on this blog. But usually I won't have the time to do things, so in 6-words, it's much easier for me to update daily and if I have problems with this, I can always use pictures to aid my lack of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will update daily there. Unless of course, I'm quite busy, or suddenly fall down to sleep and is unable to wake, then I will update the following day, on stuff related to this day alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter would be kind of my follow me around buddy, whereever i go, whatever I wanna say, I say it in twitter, while 6 words would be just a 6 worded summary. This blog will become my advocate for my thoughts, feelings, and art. So yeah, pretty messed up but well done at the same time, yes? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda a rash thing - making six words. I saw a book in MPH today, which had quite a great concept, which is how famous people's lives are recorded in just 6 words. So me, being the concept stealer I am, I take this and modify it just a little, and taa daa - six words. Kinda cool, I bet =w=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7122954095365108755?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7122954095365108755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7122954095365108755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7122954095365108755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7122954095365108755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/06/6-words.html' title='6 words'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6838549798433444208</id><published>2009-06-09T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:55:25.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIST 105'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 102'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Hate...</title><content type='html'>Is such a strong word. But I can't help what I feel now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I hate me. I hate people around me. I hate friends. I hate family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse my existence. Why does it being so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so down right now. I can't sleep because reality doesn't allow me. All this fighting and competition and problems and fuuuuuck. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my self that I vowed to become? No matter how I hard I try, why can't I fucking get the results I want. I need a break from life. Really. And I don't mean that break where you go around the country finding out why you really exist the this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's ridiculously stupid. You do not have to exist for a reason. If anything, the reason is because your parents had sex one to many times and pop goes the weasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't mean a break like a vacation. Seriously, why the fuck would I want to spend god knows how much money to see what you can see around you - polluted air and ruins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I am able to induce a coma, or a temporary lapse of time where my youth wont be wasted and my mind just rests. Dead. Nothing. The taste of the afterlife - cause there is no Heaven and Hell and you know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking know it. You liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the US now. Like NOW. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to forget my family. I want to forget so called friends. I want to forget myself. And forge a new identity. Create new partnerships, for friends are overrated. And if I fail there too, I want to run to somewhere else and rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach aches. I do not feed myself properly in Subang, it saves me money, time, and a need to make decisions. But not today. I know what I want today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall feast in Burger King. Then I shall go to the cybercafe and play, and after 1 hour or so when I'm bored, I will come back home and play at home. When I Get hungry again, I shall go to secret recipe and indulge. And when I come back, I will read the Last of the Mohicans, my history project beckons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm done today. I shall rest peacefully, knowing I have some control in my life. Knowing I influence the outcome, my feelings. Knowing I do not have to feel like I'm on a constant PMS, Menopause and Mid life crisis all together at the same time. Knowing that no idiot can ruin my plans no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6838549798433444208?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6838549798433444208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6838549798433444208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6838549798433444208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6838549798433444208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/06/hate.html' title='Hate...'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-1594621535589325633</id><published>2009-06-06T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:24:52.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>So Near Yet.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SiqIRbNnEDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LGejwK4QrRk/s1600-h/Sonear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SiqIRbNnEDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LGejwK4QrRk/s320/Sonear.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344233740772511794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spur of the moment drawing. Currently staring at my comp screen waiting for a few tee wees to come on msn so I can kneel down on my knees and beg them for help. But these are good people x), i don't mind groveling for the good of my sanity. And responsibility =w= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to achieve in life. And I may be able to achieve that. But I may not be able to achieve much either. In this past year, I guess I've been taught, in a harsh way, humility. Well, that much anyway. I don't usually think about not being able to achieve my dreams.. but in the end, my plans always fails, no matter how much effort I put into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's time to outsource. No man's an island. I'm sick and tired of trying to be independent when my nature is very dependent. I want to reach there - there whom few have reach. But maybe I am just common folk. It's a depressing thought. But what the heck. Let me be emo, I'm tired of pretending the world is full of candy coated unicorns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of surprises. But out of that surprises, most are really not a surprise you would like to experience. I have to set my priorities straight. And my results will be at the top of the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-1594621535589325633?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1594621535589325633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1594621535589325633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1594621535589325633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1594621535589325633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-near-yet.html' title='So Near Yet.....'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SiqIRbNnEDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LGejwK4QrRk/s72-c/Sonear.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-1877208755731002973</id><published>2009-05-31T05:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:34:59.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>These Eyes Stares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SiGk6f3km-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/BavnJ8EpXIc/s1600-h/Glass+Eyes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SiGk6f3km-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/BavnJ8EpXIc/s400/Glass+Eyes.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341731957932071906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I'm in Jun Haw's place short-blogging right now cuz I can't do much with nothing to blog about :D Well, I do have stuff to blog about but really, how boring can that get? For me that is x) I've just watched the Phantom of the Opera for the who-knows-what`th time and really, I love Paris ( pronounced: Pee-eh-ree ) during it's 1870's --  or 1840's, according to Jun Haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're right. It's 5 30 in the morning and I'm still here blogging my night out! What a joy! I have to update the SPA blog later, so~ K.I.S.S loves, from our dearest lori babi driver As..... Asmeralda. &gt;_&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doodle above was actually just an experiment of an idea long planted, never sowed x) So, keep staring into it's glassy gloss eyes and well, don't let go. Toodles, babys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-1877208755731002973?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1877208755731002973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1877208755731002973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1877208755731002973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1877208755731002973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-eyes-stares.html' title='These Eyes Stares'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SiGk6f3km-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/BavnJ8EpXIc/s72-c/Glass+Eyes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-2016741004184508172</id><published>2009-05-27T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:37:07.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Super... Not my Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sh0kdVnaAOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G0dmQs8PxkU/s1600-h/Kingsley+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sh0kdVnaAOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G0dmQs8PxkU/s400/Kingsley+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340464819568509154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually draw hideous pictures when I'm mad. Or extremely extremely angry. I guess I'm not a hard person to read. To find out how I'm feeling, just take a peek at what I'm doodling at the moment, cause I usually doodle when I'm extremely emotional, whether happy, sad, angry or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I can say is today just sucks. Because some people sucks. I don't know if it's you, perhaps it isn't. I don't care. Problem with blogs is that it's public and thus I have to restrict myself from a ranting that could actually ruin hopes and dreams, to put it very dramatically. I usually write in my "digital diary" for these kinds of posts so that I can see how I felt in the past and also I have hopes that one day in the distant future, someone could "accidentally" find the remainders of this diary and my name could be recorded in some history text book teacher future kiddos how people eat with spoons in this electrical age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed up right now. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-2016741004184508172?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2016741004184508172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=2016741004184508172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2016741004184508172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/2016741004184508172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-not-my-day.html' title='Super... Not my Day.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sh0kdVnaAOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G0dmQs8PxkU/s72-c/Kingsley+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-3805820899812916917</id><published>2009-05-23T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:06:11.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 102'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuals'/><title type='text'>Gay Idol</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this may be &lt;s&gt;slightly&lt;/s&gt; offensive to certain &lt;s&gt;faggots&lt;/s&gt; out there so ctrl+f4 if you must :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since EVERYONEs talking about it, well lets just say I'm a tad bit too busybody to be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike previous years, this year I'm almost completely lost if you start me on American Idol. I didn't even know it had started when the news of the finalist came out. Kris sumfin, god knows who he is... but he's not the hot topic of the year... no he isn't. The spotlight is still given out to famous gay contestant Adam Lambert. WOOt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, I've only seen Adam Lambert perform for 5 seconds, and that was when I managed to flip through american idol when I was actually at home. I can't say I heard much, seeing that he was probably on the last note of his song... But he was, considerably better than most other contestants. That's a big thing seeing I've only heard him sing 1 note. Literally, babys. And obviously, everyone knew he was gay. Hey, even I heard he was gay long before I knew who adam lambert was. And I'm serious! (I thought he was a politician &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So surprise surprise, the best singer in the contest came out second in place to someone most people probably hate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. *shun**shun* WE WANT LAMBERT. WE WANT LAMBERT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so hopefully you get the sarcasm. Or else... poor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really inconcievable that Lambert lost? I knew he was going to lose, even though I know he was the most popular singer. I have this instinct, which i love to call logical deduction, to predict who will come up first in a fair fight of skills... (even though one is obviously much more skilled than the other) So don't be bothered when you see poor ol me walking right when everyone is going left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm always correct ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is. Adam Lambert didn't win because he is GAAAY. Can it be anymore obvious? I mean GEEZ people, you don't have to go around telling others "Oh hey, have you heard Adam lost? I think it's because he's GAAAAY. He should have won!". And then spend the next gazillion years moping over his loss. So what if he lost because he's GAY and noone will vote for him? He should have thought of that before joining the damned contest, now should he? America is not going to vote for a gay. The ratio of homophobes to those who don't think enough to bother are immensly apart. They might be able to vote for a black prezzie; but obviously racism is not as strong as sexism. (and because everyone knows the McCain-Palin duo are comparable to our Najib and urr.... godknowswho of Malaysian politics :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing that makes the difference between acceptance of different races and sexes more so that accepting people of different sexuality. Which is, by far, for me, the most important reason of all, even though it has been repeated and denied SO many countless of times before -- is that GAY PEOPLE CAN CHANGE. If you're black, you are born that way! Can you change your skin colour? Even with pigmentation surgery nowadays, it's quite impossible to change your skin tone genuinely. Same goes to gender. But sexual orientation is a completely different story. A man or woman, healthily born into the world, decides to go cuckoo and screw someone who they're not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an outright form of rebellion against society. &lt;i&gt;I would start quoting some Sociology notes but I have a Sociology journal to do by this weekend, and i would like to save my shizzles for those.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebelling is by choice, and yes I know most of these people claim to be "born that way" or "is not able to change the way they are" but really, it's bullshit. Well, "Not that I know anyway, I'm not you". But really, scientist have tried over the years, decades, centuries, milleniums to find an answer or an abnormality in the human body which clearly, directly tell you - hey! You're gay because apparently you're born with an abnormality called the Gay Center. So it's not your fault! &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dunamai.com/articles/Christian/is_homosexuality_genetic.htm"&gt;Hypothesis phail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, gay activists ( when I say gay, i refer to both genders) tend to start screaming for gay rights. Well, thats the reason people become activists in the first place! Well, IMO, their efforts are as futile as Goth Activists rallying for Goth Rights. (Cause goth's are meant to be treated the same as the rest of the community! Isn't that why Goth's become Goth's in the first place? To become normal?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you might say HEY. Feminists call for Women's Rights too, so why can't we?! Well, other than what I've stated that it's slightly more acceptable than you homos because women were born as women. But hey, as far as I know, they're fighting because they are born into a society where they are inept. Not because they choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with science nowadays, they can opt to grow penises instead. But then that'll just make "Gay" a little more &lt;s&gt;too&lt;/s&gt; complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I've ranted a little too much than I'm supposed to. Thanks to Chris Crocker and his latest &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKMSWXVdIyo"&gt;youtube video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I'm finally have muse to post in here. If my lecturers give interesting topics like this, i might actually do better in class. I'd better start my paper on Religeon and Society anyway. (not like I care much about either)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3805820899812916917?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3805820899812916917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3805820899812916917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3805820899812916917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3805820899812916917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/gay-idol.html' title='Gay Idol'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7533645902133598867</id><published>2009-05-20T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:52:04.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/ShLjj5Qw_II/AAAAAAAAAME/fdwBMkck8b4/s1600-h/Kylesmall.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/ShLjj5Qw_II/AAAAAAAAAME/fdwBMkck8b4/s400/Kylesmall.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337578714193525890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it can either be considered sexy; or utterly gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With spring comes the emo angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's really summer now x) I just dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7533645902133598867?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7533645902133598867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7533645902133598867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7533645902133598867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7533645902133598867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexy-spring.html' title='Sexy Spring'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/ShLjj5Qw_II/AAAAAAAAAME/fdwBMkck8b4/s72-c/Kylesmall.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-4511335932088130859</id><published>2009-05-07T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:55:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Holidays??! NO!</title><content type='html'>I will not allow such madness D: I have Thursday - tomorrow; technically today, before I have to face the horrors of the weekend before the &lt;serial&gt; Summer.... &lt;/end serial killer voice&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have much to do... like getting my scanner, Cging, Designing websites... GETTING WEBSITES.... revamping this blog, etc etc.... twitter more... though twitter is being a shitty application on my blog :/ appearing and disappearing depending on firefox's time of the month. Pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more when it's not 4 am in the morning. Good nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-4511335932088130859?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4511335932088130859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4511335932088130859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4511335932088130859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4511335932088130859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-holidays-no.html' title='End of Holidays??! NO!'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3418431607177833191</id><published>2009-04-22T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:45:14.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>This is how I feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Se4F-aRSNvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zoNSZZvrlUw/s1600-h/pwned.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Se4F-aRSNvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zoNSZZvrlUw/s320/pwned.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327201978987722482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel right now... only not as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's obviously done when I was feeling that way. That's why it's so lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3418431607177833191?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3418431607177833191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3418431607177833191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3418431607177833191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3418431607177833191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-how-i-feel.html' title='This is how I feel'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Se4F-aRSNvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zoNSZZvrlUw/s72-c/pwned.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-1816352395830032226</id><published>2009-04-21T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:27:54.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMM 105'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Ms Anna is B-I-A-S-E-D</title><content type='html'>I'm here, at 1 am, sitting in front of the computer.... not studying for Chem... venting my hate and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm quite positively sure my Mass Comm lecturer is completely biased against me. God knows why she hates me so fucking much... but the horrible grades I've been scoring throughout her courses for the past year have never failed to proof that she is biased again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in Blackboard, it's too obvious. All my scores in her interpersonal communication class is below average if not counting my monthly tests - which are objective, and so is able to withstand her bias-ity. If there is such a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so completely angering that she just simply throws a shitty mark at me. I know I haven't been the most kiss ass-ed of students, nor was I the most charismatic, charming, .... kiss ass. But seriously, giving me shitty marks over something I've paid to slave over does not justify the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shitty marks, I absolutely do not think my English is anywhere near horrible standards. I definitely can write better than half my class, in any class. For god sakes. I'm the girl who is "Most Likely" to get a perfect score in English back in the days! Bull shit my English is not up to standards. I can write a 3000 word essay no problem, which I bet most of you who drop by my blog cannot do. My english triumph many Americans and British at my level, my writing skills are one of the most envied amongst those I mingle with. Bullshit it is not up to standards. Just because don't wear a skirt and buy in Roxy stores doesn't mean I'm not normal you whores. Even if you want to judge me, at least do the right thing and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mark&lt;/span&gt; me properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other teachers have been less gay about this than others. Which further strengthens my point. I know people who get higher scores than me but is definitely at a lower level than I am. Call me egoistic or whatnot, but the truth remains. It's just so that I am unfortunate enough to stumble on the two most biased, sexist, stereotyping lecturers I've ever seen. And if I complained to the office, I'll just go face to face with another bulldog whore. It's like escaping rape just to get raped at the police office. Life's fucking unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is a 400+ word 'essay'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark this bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-1816352395830032226?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1816352395830032226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1816352395830032226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1816352395830032226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1816352395830032226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/ms-anna-is-b-i-s-e-d.html' title='Ms Anna is B-I-A-S-E-D'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5470514662052300010</id><published>2009-04-19T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:22:24.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMM 105'/><title type='text'>Interpersonal Communication Test</title><content type='html'>49. Max thinks Kin is gorgeous. He can't focus on anything else but her beauty and sexuality. Max is experiencing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Eros&lt;br /&gt;b. Storge&lt;br /&gt;c. Ludus&lt;br /&gt;d. Agape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;e. A Boner&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5470514662052300010?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5470514662052300010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5470514662052300010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5470514662052300010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5470514662052300010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/interpersonal-communication-test.html' title='Interpersonal Communication Test'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-9196651116198399932</id><published>2009-04-17T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:37:29.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Chirp!</title><content type='html'>Guess who joined Twitter? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a desktop app and on my way installing a phone app for that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you kepoh people like i know most of you are can peek into my life every 5 minutes... or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided I update, that is ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-9196651116198399932?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9196651116198399932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=9196651116198399932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9196651116198399932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9196651116198399932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/chirp.html' title='Chirp!'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-689163567299149442</id><published>2009-04-14T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:40:50.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 101'/><title type='text'>Not my sins but still my punishment.</title><content type='html'>Okay, that title sounds so Jesus Christ. *holy light shines above and whatnot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long emo post written here, but in the end I found it unsuitable for public view. So too bad so sad it is for my eyes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I know it's not your fault. But neither it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the difference between you and me? I'm the one having the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any cost, I apologize for my behavior these past 2 weeks, and for the following 2 weeks, especially to my friends and ECA members. It is a stressful month and I know it's harsh but &lt;s&gt;I really don't want to see your face&lt;/s&gt; I need some time alone to concentrate on my studies &lt;s&gt;and some people are really getting on my nerves&lt;/s&gt; I'll make up what is lost after my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasee wish me luck for my finals &lt;s&gt;even though most of you prolly hate me to death right now and have a right mind to hire a bomoh to curse me&lt;/s&gt; Hopefully, I'll see you alive after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my sociology teacher allow me. &lt;s&gt;She is death and I'm it's victim ;_;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-689163567299149442?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/689163567299149442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=689163567299149442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/689163567299149442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/689163567299149442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-my-sins-but-still-my-punishment.html' title='Not my sins but still my punishment.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-858826424791690502</id><published>2009-04-09T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:41:53.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Hey! Look at that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sd3ebY_Ci6I/AAAAAAAAALw/qHRzHMXAd1s/s1600-h/More+Realismm+Heads.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sd3ebY_Ci6I/AAAAAAAAALw/qHRzHMXAd1s/s320/More+Realismm+Heads.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322654896766487458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally i'm getting &lt;b&gt;somewhere&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So I know most of your that frequent this dusty journal of mine are expecting proper blog posts but all i'm giving you are only mutilated heads of .... heads. But I don't have much time to do shit now since I wasted my whole afternoon doing this head. And now I have to study for my comm test tomorrow. So, toodles for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-858826424791690502?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/858826424791690502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=858826424791690502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/858826424791690502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/858826424791690502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-look-at-that.html' title='Hey! Look at that!'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sd3ebY_Ci6I/AAAAAAAAALw/qHRzHMXAd1s/s72-c/More+Realismm+Heads.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-104396792832609745</id><published>2009-04-08T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:38:55.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>More Useless Posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sdx-aQii3lI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ebmzrm-KW-0/s1600-h/Realism+Training.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sdx-aQii3lI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ebmzrm-KW-0/s320/Realism+Training.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322267849226640978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have finals in 2 weeks time and here I am making a fool of myself. Can you say PHAIL? Hey, I'm trying :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-104396792832609745?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/104396792832609745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=104396792832609745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/104396792832609745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/104396792832609745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-useless-posts.html' title='More Useless Posts.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/Sdx-aQii3lI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ebmzrm-KW-0/s72-c/Realism+Training.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-3131846224834930907</id><published>2009-04-08T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:46:22.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>My Little Arty Fwen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SduDK0oTgOI/AAAAAAAAALY/PUuyAyU_G1g/s1600-h/My+Little+Angel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SduDK0oTgOI/AAAAAAAAALY/PUuyAyU_G1g/s200/My+Little+Angel.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321991606617997538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Again, an realism attempt. I am almost ashamed to put it here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just as the title suggests (cause it definitely doesn't suggest that I am a pedophillic rapist. No, no it doesn't.), I need an art buddy, one with my skills and level, and is bored to death. Well, mainly, i need someone to criticize my pieces without being homosexually inclined and does his/her job seriously. The things I do for improvement... Hopefully we can be able to talk about art without going into anime, gays or aroused sexual organs. I also wish that we could spend time drawing with each other without thinking about favors owed or your own priorities. My other self would sacrifice enough for art and yet understand that art is not money and actually give a damn about his/her life and seeing that the most important thing in live does not revolve around what you like, but what you need. But he/her would understand the furious passion of proving yourself more capable than those nasty art students. I'm not going to let one surpass me in level just because they wasted their life in art collage, destined to grow up and become a mere teacher, or lesser. Also, the ideal art buddy will co-lead a designing business along with me to put our names on the charts and show the world that neither age nor gender is an obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why I don't have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3131846224834930907?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3131846224834930907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3131846224834930907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3131846224834930907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3131846224834930907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-little-arty-fwen.html' title='My Little Arty Fwen'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SduDK0oTgOI/AAAAAAAAALY/PUuyAyU_G1g/s72-c/My+Little+Angel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-6215820215171683627</id><published>2009-04-04T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:01:15.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>Bom Bom</title><content type='html'>SO guess what I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched heroes. Until 6 am. All Jun Haw's fault, that mad OCD obsessed crazy freak man :/ At 6, I decided it was futile to continue something that I could not appreciate something that I rather sit and watch with a clear mind than sit and watch half dead and watch the whole thing again because I did not get it in the first place :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 am, I woke up.... and Jun Haw is still there watching the bloody thing. #*)$(#)@ WTF MAN. Then it was his turn to temporarily die and I entertained myself until 5pm playing my psp and finish watching the curious case of benjamin button. So, thats how my saturday passed. LMFAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do my spatial project. Details on it are as clear as BOM BOMS. IDK. My brain is dusty from not being used for a duration of a splendid 24 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6215820215171683627?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6215820215171683627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6215820215171683627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6215820215171683627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6215820215171683627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/bom-bom.html' title='Bom Bom'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8080824815318950659</id><published>2009-04-03T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:00:56.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Bosom Cooties</title><content type='html'>Okay, updating LOL. I hate it when people do not update their blogs for a long time, and see what i'm doing. Haiz. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO okay, Last Thursday we were having an Health Awareness thing in Taylors, cum an ECA day. You know, where ECA clubs and societies compete to win the heart of the younger students because we are competitive &lt;s&gt;noob&lt;/s&gt; like that. What the Society of Performing Arts did was not an attempt to get people to sign up, but to make people acknowledge us and remember us. SO, we did your usual free hugs - with extra ordinary signs saying I'M HIV+ , PLEASE HUG ME. and so on. So in another words. I prostituted my bosom that day. It had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what's best about bosom prostitution was that I got to hug a few HITZ.FM personalities! &lt;3 God, that's like WOAH. And of course, a lot of other famous personalities which I have no idea who but hey! At least I have famous people cooties on my boobs now. It's a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, brag time is over. Finals is in a week or two and I hate my room. It's so study inefficient. Well, thats partially because I never clean up and etc. Lol. Will make effort to change room atmosphere by rearranging furniture sometime in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shall be updating this blog more often now. I like blogging. &lt;s&gt;For Money. &lt;/s&gt; And watch out for my new website coming up as soon as Jun Haw remembers to do what he's supposed to :) Till tomorrow, toodledums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8080824815318950659?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8080824815318950659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8080824815318950659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8080824815318950659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8080824815318950659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/bosom-cooties.html' title='Bosom Cooties'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3501332770464874680</id><published>2009-03-03T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:19:03.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><title type='text'>Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>He is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this time, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thumping of the rubbered end of my wooden stationary colliding with the school furniture is my witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my heart thumping madly in my ribcage is my proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He extended a strong arm to his best mate in greeting, and his firm grip displayed a hint of his masculinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other girls swooned beside me. And I felt myself swooning with them too. I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause he didn't belong to them. He belonged to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not have a boyfriend. And the last time I swooned was never. :/ Just a sudden spur of creativity. &lt;s&gt;I needed the romance.&lt;/s&gt; Shush. I hate writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3501332770464874680?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3501332770464874680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3501332770464874680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3501332770464874680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3501332770464874680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyfriend.html' title='Boyfriend'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7287658949075476802</id><published>2009-02-22T19:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:35:52.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museless'/><title type='text'>I'm just too lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SaFGBm-W4qI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bdpm0sjJxbM/s1600-h/Leone1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SaFGBm-W4qI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bdpm0sjJxbM/s200/Leone1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305598829475062434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click Picture for Larger View&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says all. I've been wanting to blog for a few days now. But every time I open my editor, I seem... lost for words. Funny how ironic that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since my muse like... suck... today. I shall just post a quick painting. Testing SAI paint tool, photoshop and painter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7287658949075476802?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7287658949075476802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7287658949075476802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7287658949075476802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7287658949075476802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-too-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m just too lazy'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SaFGBm-W4qI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Bdpm0sjJxbM/s72-c/Leone1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-9098160510302583632</id><published>2009-02-12T00:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:15:26.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Drums</title><content type='html'>Gah. I want to play the drums sooooo badly D:. Actually, there's so many things i want to do in life, but either don't have the time nor money D: But today, I shall focus on the drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been my life's dream since Form 2. 4 years! GAWD. I've always been interested in music which has a nice strong beat to it, and if I hear a nice song on the radio, i'll always pretend to mimic their drummer :( Pathetic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a taste of the drums during std 3, where i was soon kicked out for being a noob. lmfao. But that was in a marching bad. Gawd. Never gonna do such a geeky thing again. But drums are not geeky! But I don't know how I should start it. I should get a drum set. But hell, I'm living away from home now... a drum set is out of the question. So perhaps... &lt;a href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/ya/yamaha-dd55-electronic-drum-pads.jpg"&gt;drum pads!&lt;/a&gt; But I don't know... I'm so noob at this :( Don't they cost like... a gazillion bucks :( Are they suited for a beginner? :( What do I do with it after that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to get started on some lessons or something like that. But my means of transportation right now is only by bus 11 - my own two feet. So I don't want it to be that far, cause I'll get lazy and lose hope. WHAT? I'm not being hopeless, I'm being realistic. So I was wondering if there were any drum lesson providers in ss15? So anyone know? Or better yet! Can anyone play the drums.. or teach me o.o even still. Cuz I'm too noob for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm practicing the two-beat with magic markers for drumsticks ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, anyone? Please? 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. THIS IS THE SHIZZ. (play it in HQ for higher coolness level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="246"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQV5pz-ylz0&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQV5pz-ylz0&amp;hl=ja&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="246"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-9098160510302583632?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9098160510302583632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=9098160510302583632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9098160510302583632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9098160510302583632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/drums.html' title='Drums'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7450492235636314554</id><published>2009-02-05T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:50:23.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fucked up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Wow, Fuckers truly exist.</title><content type='html'>I'm so frustrated, and annoyed, and downright outraged. A little emo in the mixture, perhaps. There's so much things I need to do, but don't really want to. But in a way, I am forced to... I don't seem to be able to have fun anymore. Gawd! Yesterday when I was in a cybercafe playing that zombie game... all i could think about was whether my homework which was due in less than 12 hours would be available for me to finish when i got back! At 2am =_= But homework is kind of something fucked up for me to put the blame on, it's just not the homework that is screwing with my mind. It's the other things. Like the fact that tomorrow, I'm seriously going to get a mind screwing. A literal mind screwing. Gawd, all I can say is that I'm sooo waiting for the weekend, and that extra one day off. Not really anticipating it though, I'm gonna get another shit ass day which I am so not prepared of. I fucking hate this responsibility. I so fucking hate it. Speaking of responsibility has now just brought back reality and what I have to do tomorrow, not say Saturday. And then just now when I came back I saw 4 idiots from Inti (i know they're from inti cuz they were wearing big black shirts with that stupid star sign which screams inti) throwing those pop-pop thingamagics, you know, the gunpowder filled suckers which when you throw them in explodes in a mini bomb espescially abundant during chinese new year? Yeah, they were throwing it at cats. Not those big ones that can fend for themselves... the little kittens, which I doubt are nothing more than 4 weeks old. They even kicked them into the drain! I tried to ignore first, but then I realized their using such fucking dangerous things... and I had to fucking give them a lecture of my own. Too bad I didn't know these chinese fuckers are so fucking chinese they can't even speak english to understand what the fuck I'm saying cuz the hell I would helped them translated my many fucks in my few simple sentences to give them a fucking piece of my mind. I mean, Who the fuck in their right mind will do such a fucking cruel thing?!! It's disgusting! And to newborns, helpless, defenseless...  okay, that's just soppy... but seriously, it's like letting newborn babies play with a ticking time bomb...  who would be so fucked up in the mind?? CHINESE INTI STUDENTS. SEE WHY I HATE THEM BOTH NOW??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7450492235636314554?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7450492235636314554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7450492235636314554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7450492235636314554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7450492235636314554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-fuckers-truly-exist.html' title='Wow, Fuckers truly exist.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7651980836520113303</id><published>2009-01-18T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:02:35.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>So why don't we all join this Legion of Freaks?</title><content type='html'>Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. .Poo .Poo Poo. Poo. Poo. .Poo .Poo .Poo Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo. Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I refuse to say the "S" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I have so much negative energy inside me right now, i feel like I want to burst. Or take a nap, all the same. It's just that this past weekend in all screwed up, and next weekend is the horror before the surprise... oh dear god, I didn't know frustration can come so early in the new sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poo. Holy poo. the Golden shining poo of honor. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW! Thats the state I'm in right now. It's actually a mixture between I-don't-know, I-don't-care, Leave-me-alone and Please-let-this-work-out. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made some tough decisions this weekend, and they'll be more decisions when i'm done. I've lost the thrill in the chase because I've lost the chase. Mrs. Singh is right. Love is only present in the chase, so now, I don't love. I can't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy, it's all going downhill from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7651980836520113303?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7651980836520113303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7651980836520113303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7651980836520113303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7651980836520113303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-why-dont-we-all-join-this-legion-of.html' title='So why don&apos;t we all join this Legion of Freaks?'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-8110116767876842292</id><published>2009-01-16T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:01:59.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHEM 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHIL 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 101'/><title type='text'>Alternate Realities</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I so regret taking Sociology and Philosophy together in the same sem and both under the same lecturer. Technically, both subjects are related, yet so bloody far apart. To put it in short, Sociology is to study about social science, where your personal thoughts and feelings are affected by those around you. On another note, Philosophy is about studying your inner thoughts, and what you really think without being affected by people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say leh? Confusing or not? Apparently, the same teacher likes to use the same examples to explain both subject matters. Lagi confusing lah. At first she'll say W = x+y then she'll go on to say Z= x+y also. I really look like this now -&gt; @_@. So yeah, when she caught one girl mentally regretting why she took the subject, inside, she caught me also. It's not like I don't like the subject, It's just that I think it's going to be hell in the exams. zzz. I don't understand one bit. And when I want to object, I suddenly don't feel like because it seems so much that the text book philosophy... is her philosophy in life. To object it is to go against everything she thinks highly off. If I say your god is a pig, you think you come slap me or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'd have to perform a little act of torture and promise myself that I would absolutely think nothing but to love the subject more than I love myself. My grades are at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chemistry Lab today. So at 9 in the morning, I had to run around Main Campus to hunt down that faithful white garment we called the labcoat. It was a studious task as I didn't know where in fuck's sake I am, and where in hell will I end up. So I just followed the arrows. Literately. Thank god the "arrows" are somewhat accurate. A little bit of human conversation and dignity ditching, I finally got the guts to ask for directions, however the word direction may lead you. So I ended up at the Taylors cash counter thing, which I really dislike, due to the unresponsive attendants there. She was on the phone, so I went up to her, and smiled, obviously signaling that I needed to pay up for something. She didn't even look at me =_= And continued on her phone, "Aiyo, ya lah! Why she like that wan!" sums up most of her conversation which I was forced to overhear, damn sien. Taylors got awarded with that Hospitality and Tourism prize? Bullshit. They should train their staff first before bothering to sell it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO okay, I was ignored. Fine. As hell as I'm going to wait for her to finish her 1 hour phone call. So I looked around for the "place where all lab coats reside" and found a lab prep room which has this a4 paper messily stuck on the door, on it written in large black font was "LAB COAT COLLECTION HERE". Or something like that. So great, I should enter. BEEEP. Wrong again. The bloody place looks like a toilet, from outside at least. Actually, every room in the SAM block in Main Campus looks like a bloody toilet - blue and only has enough space for a sink, toilet bowl and a shower head. It looks nicer from the outside, but inside, I wonder how do these SAMians squeeze their post puberty bodies into one hell of a tiny room. Nowonder they get off so easily, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nevermind. If the map says HERE, go THERE. :D Okay fine, I didn't understand what I just said either. So I went into this miniature door which I could have barely fitted in, and found an office room, which I might say is big enough to accommodate one person. Which it did, thank god to that person. Blah blah blah, I'm kinda lazy to type insignificant stuff, I went back to the office. And poof! I have another attendant who was seemingly free. Note the "seemingly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went up to her and told her I wanted to pay for my lab accessories. She said, okay fine... went up to the computer, type in some stuff, pick up the phone, dialed a number and asked "Whats your student id?". But thats not the best part, the best part is that when i told her, her words were "Hello darling!! Oh my, it's been a while since we last talked!".... which was obviously directed to the person at the other end of the phone line and not me. And I was like =_=. Then she forgot all about me, the loser who wants her lab coat paid and done for. Well, after 10 minutes of her giggle and chirping her twirky voice into the plastic equipment, I was finally able to get my coat. I missed an hour's sleep just for that. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on that coat today made me think. What if Ms. Stephanie Phoa was never born a thinker and is an obvious rebel? What if she was one of those.. other species, who listens to her parents day and night, loves calculus, scores an A+ on every subject, contemplate suicide if she failed to make the cut into a scholarship program. What if that other Stephanie dreams on becoming a rocket scientist, instead of some low life ambition like making billions and helping one or two human beings out there to stop and think about the consequences of committing suicide and possibly save a life. What if this Stephanie actually came out a successful scientist who works in a Bio Lab along with her other nerdish companions like that certain maggot. Oh yeah, and she found the cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, won't that make you shudder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-8110116767876842292?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8110116767876842292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=8110116767876842292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8110116767876842292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/8110116767876842292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/alternate-realities.html' title='Alternate Realities'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-415420000926467131</id><published>2009-01-15T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:58:49.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>A Tiny Emo Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny me&lt;br /&gt;This pain I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;If I need ya like I do&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                - Please Forgive Me, Bryan Adams&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-415420000926467131?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/415420000926467131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=415420000926467131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/415420000926467131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/415420000926467131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiny-emo-bump.html' title='A Tiny Emo Bump'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5255492615879822090</id><published>2009-01-07T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:31:32.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHEM 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHIL 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMM 105'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>I'm completely museless but I shall post for the heck of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, my classes aren't so really bad, after all. At least, it's contents. Chem was normal, Interpersonal Communications was filled with recognizable faces and Philosophy is a small class which I hope will prove to be the most interesting of them all :) Then it's over, I hope this sem will be light on me, good results, and all that shit. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think my new year's resolution is to be on time for ever class (+/- 5 minutes) and to do all my homework and to study everyday. @_@. LOL. Is that too much to ask =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Haw still hasn't called the fella I keep nagging him to call. So I shall post this here as a large reminder that it has been more than a month since I first asked him what should we call "it". He also hasn't decided on "it's" name. So everyone shall boo him. And take turns throwing rotten tomatoes. &lt;img src="http://fc55.deviantart.com/fs6/f/2005/066/2/8/tomato.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5255492615879822090?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5255492615879822090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5255492615879822090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5255492615879822090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5255492615879822090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-62243131352673974</id><published>2009-01-06T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:28:46.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 111'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOCS 101'/><title type='text'>Drumline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/images/drumline_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new love. Okay, so it's an old film, so what. There are old virgins lying around &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this show has made me thirst to pick up that old pair of drumsticks and start playing again. At least, continue learning the drums ever since I stopped playing them. Which was a long time ago when I was in marching band. I didn't play the drums for long, got switched to the cymbals almost immediately, but ever since then I have this gigantic thirst to learn the drums. Never has it been fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I watched this awesome performance by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JLYU-TWxJs"&gt;SMJK Katolik&lt;/a&gt;, I felt nostalgic, along with being nauseated. I could practically feel the vomit rise from my stomach as I thought about the idiotic band instructor we had. God, if I could see him now, I would slap his face off or rip it off. He's most likely the reason I never picked up a band instrument of any kind since Standard 5. Excuse me, I have to go vomit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back. Today is my first day of my third sem in college. Pretty darn irritating seeing I have to wake up by 7 to do all those stuff people usually do in the morning before school. But it ain't so bad, other than the lol-cikgu for Malaysian Studies. He's so... well, he's so lol and lets just leave it at that. SPA might be revived, or so to speak, since it wasn't dead in the first place. We just needed some rest! But now as I usher those lazy butts into working, it might just come out well :), well, hopefully =_=. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have a homework trying to explain 'love'. Any tips? o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-62243131352673974?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/62243131352673974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=62243131352673974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/62243131352673974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/62243131352673974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/drumline.html' title='Drumline.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-6276179852812892460</id><published>2009-01-02T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:55:36.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>New Look O_O</title><content type='html'>Well, here's &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; update &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to spend 8 hours on my computer breaking my head over codes and designs to come up with another layout. You can obviously see the muselessness in this layout. Because of that, I am now in a love hate relationship with this layout. I need more time staring at blue stuff to see if I actually like it or not. I do too many blue layouts =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this layout is not going to last long. Well, hopefully, at least. It all depends on the time I'm given to do another one. And of course, whether I could coo my creativity out of that museless hole it calls home. No stories today. I'm just too tired staring at my laptop's screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now switch to my desktop's screen to play WolfTeam. Adieus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'll fix that big ugly thing overthere I call my cbox... soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6276179852812892460?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6276179852812892460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6276179852812892460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6276179852812892460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6276179852812892460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-look-oo.html' title='New Look O_O'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7374859527799768268</id><published>2008-12-29T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:35:49.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Just Because :D</title><content type='html'>Just because someone wanted an update and i've been writing/travelling/doing nothing too often to bother xD so to fill in the blanks.... Taa Daah! Urm. Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SVfU9jf_nrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Leuhp8DWLyk/s1600-h/Arrow+Silverblood.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SVfU9jf_nrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Leuhp8DWLyk/s200/Arrow+Silverblood.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284926841709108914" 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/8828328668068222736-7374859527799768268?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7374859527799768268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7374859527799768268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7374859527799768268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7374859527799768268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-because-d.html' title='Just Because :D'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SVfU9jf_nrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Leuhp8DWLyk/s72-c/Arrow+Silverblood.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-7676363872616503298</id><published>2008-11-22T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:39:07.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>(warning: purely emo post, dont read if you don't like these shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to look behind true meanings on friendship. Cause lol, do I look like a philosopher or what? But I know as much - friendships are not forever, if you would think of it in a logical way. And my body have a system to know when friendships should end. You all have one too, if you will listen to it. Friendships basically is based on constant interaction with each other, and how much you enjoy being with each other. The same works for when and how you know that time's up. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been really distressed being near certain people. I can't stand their faces. I can't stand their aura. I can't stand anything about time. I get really angry being around them, and if I had the opportunity, no doubt I would slap them upright their faces. That's how I know that something's gotta get cut off. Not everytime you feel angry at a certain someone you avoid them, no, but if it happens for a consecutive few times. Bye bye friend, see you when I don't feel so much hate for you anymore. That's how friendships end, not because the other side stole your boyfriend or something no. Nature has it's own way of telling people that their time is up. It's like death, for a lack of a better term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Psychology, really. Madness is labeled by professionals as enduring something that is not to your liking. So basically, you are considered 'mad' if you smoke, when you don't like smoking. It's abnormal isn't it. How is this any different? Just trying to live life normally, ya' kno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, it's not always easy trying to cut off ties. More harder to let the 'other' side know that you're just not interested anymore. Memories are hard to kill, ya'know. But then again, like death, for every tie you kill, you gain another. God works in miraculous ways. So let the rain fall, and then give way to a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Some people would be paranoid about this, so just so you know, if you feel paranoid that it's about you, it's not. The people I'm referring too doesn't get paranoid at anything, so yeah. :) ))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7676363872616503298?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7676363872616503298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7676363872616503298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7676363872616503298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7676363872616503298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7128396460877896324</id><published>2008-11-20T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:00:01.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PREL 201'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Reality is just one big Mass Communication.</title><content type='html'>When I started this blog (or the ones before this), I never intended to make it a really personal thing. Yes, I write out my thoughts. Yes, I'm really cruel at times in my posts. But as much I think about it, a blog is not a secret. Or else, I wouldn't be posting things here now, would I. I wouldn't have linked my blog on my msn name. I wouldn't have used my real name in this thing. No. What I say here are my thoughts that are there to be shared. And they are true. I have no reason to lie. (Unless ISA is on my ass or something) And they are meant for you, the reader, to be reading. Even this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic that blogs, which I thought was just a place to omit your thoughts and feelings, a one-way communication, as told in PR class; has turned into a two-way communication media. I've had people getting pissed at me because of my writings, because of my thoughts, even up to the point that it affects friendship, and this have gone through more than once. Well, at least I get feedback; so what. I'm not afraid to lose people I don't love, and that really is 99% of the people I know. Let them learn, I'm not a person who take unconditional love really lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do get pissed. I am human, after all. Neutrality is not the way I rumble and aggression is one of my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt; traits. How sensitive am I, when I can't keep my mouth shut at the right times. Just because I refuse to be a typical Asian, just because I refuse to submittive to things I don't understand, am I not Good? You guys seem to think I am created from the Devil. You guys seem that I am completely unkind, even after a lot of things I've done to prove you wrong, just because some little thing; You guys seem to think astray. But in the end, what is 'sensitivity' other than a method for politics. You people, (especially those who say they don't give a damn about politics) are complete &lt;span style="font-weight:underline;"&gt;hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the new generation of Raja Petras (even though I hate him so). For I am no more than a messenger of truth. It is you, who hide behind masks of false integrity and fake faces, who are the true politicians in this political world. As they say, let there be light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there's a new kitty at my apartment. He/she is a white cat with ginger splots. I have yet to know the true color of her eyes, but if it is blue, she'll be beautiful. I've only met her once before, when I saved her sibling from a deep drain. Never seen her much after that. But no matter, she's back, and at about the size of my fist. Horribly cute. Due to her mellow yellow color (and my undeniably sweet tooth for a certain sugary syrup) I shall name her Caramel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramel is the youngest in the gang of X block apartment cats. (Which consists of Rabbit, a calico kitten, Tiny, a small black kit, Bramble Brumby, a brown tabby and newly returned Pebbles, a white cat with brown tabby splotches.) She's not getting accepted well, being the smallest and strangest (as in, new) . The others cruelly hisses at her when she approaches them. D: And if off guard, she get clawed at D: How cruel these kitties are. I am now trying to get them together all lovey dovey ish. Hopefully they'll be used to her presence in a month or two, if she doesn't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to get back to finishing my studies for 3 tests for 3 different subjects for tomorrow. I am, so, not ready for these semi-finals. Lol. Speaking of which, Finals are in 2 weeks time. After that, I even might be able to go for a trip to &lt;s&gt;Bali&lt;/s&gt; Pangkor! 8D. Beautiful seas. White sandy beaches. Trans-homosexuals lining the night clubs everywhere. What more would I want! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7128396460877896324?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7128396460877896324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7128396460877896324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7128396460877896324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7128396460877896324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-is-just-one-big-mass.html' title='Reality is just one big Mass Communication.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5216247528251466938</id><published>2008-11-19T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:04:01.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Irresponsibility</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this because... I'M SO DAMN FUCKING PISSED AT SOME REALLY FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as, &lt;a href="http://shawn-kid.blogspot.com/"&gt;this fucker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you more about this beloved fucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, he likes to tell people about plans.&lt;br /&gt;2nd, he likes to coax people into plans.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, his plans seem to benefit both parties, but in the end also only benefits himself.&lt;br /&gt;4th, he ditches people after getting what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;5th, he most likely does not acknowledge that fact.&lt;br /&gt;6th, he likes to make people wait for things.&lt;br /&gt;7th, even though those 'things' are more of something he needs than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;8th, and after making people waste their precious time (literally, precious. I could be doing something good like catching on eye rest than waiting for you people cause you wanted to go Starbucks. Thats right, you. Not me.) He decides, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Let's cancel plans!... cuz you know, i'm too busy and shit, why don't we do this again tomorrow! Like, making you wait again for no reason and shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fucking loser can really potong stim. I mean literally potong stim. LIKE LIT-E-RAL-LY POTONG AN ERECTED COCK. I'M SO TIRED OF THIS SHIT. ADRIAN, LETS WT. COTTO, NUTTO, PETTE, RIZZE LETS LIKE FUCKING GO OUT. NOW. ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5216247528251466938?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5216247528251466938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5216247528251466938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5216247528251466938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5216247528251466938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/irresponsibility.html' title='Irresponsibility'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3794242048718187847</id><published>2008-11-14T18:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:58:37.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuals'/><title type='text'>So. Porn.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to share with you what people like &lt;a href="http://envy.gla-la-lam.com/"&gt;Qistina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nanas.gla-la-lam.com/"&gt;Ilinaz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://h1m3.livejournal.com/"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://doublelynn.livejournal.com/"&gt;Fen Lynn&lt;/a&gt; enjoy. ENJOY! See, I went to Mcd to get Spore, but instead, i get homosexual porn. So why not contaminate my blog with urm... homosexual porn! As long as you people with homosexual tendencies dont get a hard on, i'm fine with showing some sort of secret stash someone else have. 8) It's nice to know you don't have to open these things to upload them &lt;3 Lol you fucking gays better enjoy your time here, cause I'm going to grab your IPs and hunt your asses down. 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Porn.'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SR1XFSB2WAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BlQuDDIY0rY/s72-c/Yunatama-005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-9002895247978595657</id><published>2008-11-08T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:09:23.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THTR 101'/><title type='text'>Come One, Come All</title><content type='html'>I really need to update my blog... and i don't mean with cheesy one liners lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals is next tues. All are welcomed... please be warned though you would most likely get scarred by seeing me dance, either by the horror of it all, or me accidently shoving a wooden shard in your eye. I dont know what I am talking about wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Minute: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SRRnuI1zm1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RLrU8V8iDI4/s1600-h/Finals+-+Far+Far+Away+(small).png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SRRnuI1zm1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RLrU8V8iDI4/s200/Finals+-+Far+Far+Away+(small).png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265947906647759698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pft, I'm gonna be a bitch and tell the others this is my final draft (even though it is my first) Cause I like it reasonably and we're too late in the gamr for any corrections. v_v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-9002895247978595657?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9002895247978595657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=9002895247978595657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9002895247978595657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9002895247978595657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-one-come-all.html' title='Come One, Come All'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SRRnuI1zm1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RLrU8V8iDI4/s72-c/Finals+-+Far+Far+Away+(small).png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-1738435823418717490</id><published>2008-11-03T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:11:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/11/3/nation/2443064&amp;sec=nation"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA OMG.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-1738435823418717490?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1738435823418717490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1738435823418717490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1738435823418717490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1738435823418717490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/11/gay-parties.html' title='Gay Parties'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-5289621494974595030</id><published>2008-10-15T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:07:40.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THTR 101'/><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>I multitask. Not that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; multitask. But I multitask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people multitask. Some people can eat and watch TV at the same time. Some people can focus on studying while playing their PS3. Some people can iron clothing while taking care of their babies. But apparently, my multitasking makes all these acts sound like pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hold 3 meetings at 3 different floor levels which are 12 floors apart, all at the same time. Pwnzors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, as I go in deeper to the semester, I realize... some people are just plain inconsiderate. It's bad enough that 90% of my time from 8am to 6pm daily is packed with multiple meetings and classes, some people now expect me to multitask. Oh sure, I don't mind that, it's all about the results, they say. I can even tolerate if multiple people want to hold meetings at the same time... I can handle that, I understand the art of catching up what I missed during well, missed meetings. I try to perform my best.... But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snap when people expect me to skip classes and risk failing just for them. Too much? Apparently not. Do not expect me to tolerate your extreme childishness to satisfy your needs for perfection. Do not expect me to tolerate your inconsistent ramblings and gossiping when I cannot make it for something because other people (which I dare say is much more important than you) calls me for a meeting because they've already booked me beforehand. Do not expect me to stay sweet if you want to start bitching. I R BITCHY-ER THAN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant done. But yeah, I've never seen my life so packed with the same people day after day. I've just gone through a bout of sickness (thank god for white blood cells) and I apologize for not updating this wretched place for who knows how long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are nearing, I've just (almost) finished a bout of really late mid terms, by this week, at least. Projects are (almost) all handed out, just not yet done. And I, I'm (almost) wetting my pants panicking on major projects like PR and shit. I'm become more depressed by the day, and I don't like it. I like pressure, I like stress. I fucking hate fatigue. God I fucking hate fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like waking up at 8am, and enjoy coming back at 6pm, then relish in doing homework everynight till 3am, then having less than 5 hours sleep before jumping back into the bandwagon. You'd love to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm complaining... so what? Well, other that it just makes me look like a complete hypocrite (which I really am, so not much of a difference there), it also proofs that I'm losing my touch. What touch, I hear? THAT TOUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know?? The interest in learning stuff. I mean come on! I have PR and Psychology this sem, and I'm not doing well in them! Both my majors, Both of my best interest... and yet I can't seem to keep up the grades. Why? My reason/excuse for this is that they completely horrify this by throwing everything into the classroom! What fun is there when you notice Psychology is just another form of biology and PR is all about history. Where are the practical experiences??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. There they are. Sitting there, in the corner of my bag. One about interviewing the Eye of Malaysia operator, one about interviewing a random PR director, and another one about interviewing. Intervieeeeewingggg. WTF? Do I look like a journalist to you? I rather watch Gay Porn (to the gay squad's delight, I presume) to even think about branching into journalism! If I wanted a journalism class, I would have taken ENGL 200 (literature) or ENGL 102. I would not have stuffed myself into a class where press kits are the most important thing in fucking life and a lecturer infatuated by the thought of interviewing. Intervieeeeeeeeing. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to get my head back on track and focus on making my life in college interesting and heaven sent once more, i've decided that soon, I would stop all outside college activities... i've already quit the newsletter editorial, and got rejected by the student council because I was still in the newsletter editorial when I had the interview because I'm cool enough to screw interviews like that. And now, I'm blank, and I'm not thinking of joining anymore clubs for now. Not in a undisciplined and untalented society like ADP. (sorry guys, but there's a long valid reason for what I'm saying and it's not an insult, really.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses my fingers* I hope this works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5289621494974595030?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5289621494974595030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5289621494974595030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5289621494974595030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5289621494974595030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/10/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-5400578107117808040</id><published>2008-09-20T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:25:02.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tactics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SNPfNV_Z9zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kDJzEnx41Mc/s1600-h/Fear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SNPfNV_Z9zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kDJzEnx41Mc/s320/Fear.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247783411151140658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cruelty is the act of goodwill but using the wrong tactics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-5400578107117808040?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5400578107117808040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=5400578107117808040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5400578107117808040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/5400578107117808040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/tactics.html' title='Tactics'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SNPfNV_Z9zI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kDJzEnx41Mc/s72-c/Fear.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-7297443776898380509</id><published>2008-09-18T12:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:25:56.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THTR 101'/><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SNHmWcjrqeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7WEtRUpsU6I/s1600-h/i+love+u+not.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SNHmWcjrqeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7WEtRUpsU6I/s320/i+love+u+not.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247228314160703970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. i feel so... down today. Maybe it's because of the tribal thing decided by my group for theater class, maybe it's me being too chicken to say no to that. They just seem so happy with the idea, and I most likely am able to predict the answer if i object. So why bother ._. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe it's pms season. I just have this sudden "realization" on how many people hate me and stuff, oh, I know people hate me from the beginning and blah blah, but I just didn't bothered to care. Not that I really do now... but I'm down now and I just need to fill in the blanks with some random reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geekish me has been playin FF7 Crisis Core songs repeatedly into my head. Maybe that's what's causing the emoness. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Murni and see the cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about the play and shit but later when I'm not feeling this emo ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7297443776898380509?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7297443776898380509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7297443776898380509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7297443776898380509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7297443776898380509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SNHmWcjrqeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7WEtRUpsU6I/s72-c/i+love+u+not.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-4569719369430601858</id><published>2008-09-11T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:08:25.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>S.P.A introduces - The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcdK2FTx3p0/SMabLL3FVwI/AAAAAAAABPw/h44bS2XCJoE/s320/room2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pcdK2FTx3p0/SMabLL3FVwI/AAAAAAAABPw/h44bS2XCJoE/s320/room2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Harold Pinter Play, by the Society of Performing Arts (S.P.A) of the Taylor's University College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and support your local Performing Arts industry by some time off relaxing as you watch a completely intense and exhilarating play by the students of Taylor's College. Admission is Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The room revolves around a community of middle class workers during post World War II (1960's). Watch as Rose, the main character, go through many a challenge as she goes through her daily life. Let the Taylor's Society of Performing Arts bring you into an entirely new world you could never imagine and watch them as they portray different mind boggling characters that inspire and touch your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/event.php?eid=25782687837"&gt;Join the Facebook Community!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happyadultfriends.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the lives of the Characters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! The big day! After months of rehearsing over and over again, the play has reached it's peak, and it's cast - refined and perfected. We are very much excited for this big event, so do come and support us. And in return, we'll give you the best performance we can give. :) . So, come and enjoy this experience, let us show you what one would think is impossible, let us prove you wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak Peeks (more to come!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMlBtS7cKMI/AAAAAAAAADk/EsbENCtEANQ/s1600-h/11092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMlBtS7cKMI/AAAAAAAAADk/EsbENCtEANQ/s320/11092008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244795487480719554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMlCGjRQNqI/AAAAAAAAADs/7dmKRrBdoc8/s1600-h/11092008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMlCGjRQNqI/AAAAAAAAADs/7dmKRrBdoc8/s320/11092008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244795921363908258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMlCXyCoi4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/e_TLkoKOeZA/s1600-h/11092008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMlCXyCoi4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/e_TLkoKOeZA/s320/11092008(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796217386896258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8828328668068222736-4569719369430601858?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4569719369430601858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=4569719369430601858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4569719369430601858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/4569719369430601858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/spa-introduces-room.html' title='S.P.A introduces - The Room'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_pcdK2FTx3p0/SMabLL3FVwI/AAAAAAAABPw/h44bS2XCJoE/s72-c/room2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-6325290495977193617</id><published>2008-09-05T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:54:58.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Retarduncy</title><content type='html'>Okay, So i just opened my blog in the library, only to find that it looks COMPLETELY RETARDED in it's internet explorer. It's so bloody retarded, it's embarrassing. So I rushed back just to correct this horrifying mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let it be known that the blog should be looking like &lt;a href="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj203/cursedweirdo/SS1blog.png"&gt;T H I S&lt;/a&gt; to the least. If it looks different, please send me a screenshot so I may correct it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this site looks best in Firefox. Screw IE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-6325290495977193617?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6325290495977193617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=6325290495977193617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6325290495977193617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/6325290495977193617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/retarduncy.html' title='Retarduncy'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-758387509040967726</id><published>2008-09-05T01:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:43:31.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PREL 201'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>You're not Invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMAXdkMYtYI/AAAAAAAAADU/5WzXleJ9mDM/s320/Pink.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242215762958529922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me say this as a warning to all future and current readers. If you don't like my blog. Don't read it. Although public, a blog is a very private thing. My opinions stay as my opinions and I will not change anything for the sake of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; . Neither will I apologize for something I wrote, for it is not my fault you read it. And thus, I urge all readers, known or unknown, to open your heart and be a little less narrow minded. Or, click here and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;leave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That out of the way, I shall start my rant. It's been too long since I last posted, perhaps a week or so. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long weekend last week, Merdeka Day fell on Sun. And Monday was the replacement. Unlike the previous years, this year, Merdeka day was celebrated alone (well, siblings + mom doesn't count ) Must be the politics. But yeah, since it was a long weekend, the teachers thought it might be fun to pile us up with homework. Which then, all is due on Wednesday. Well, It's kinda my fault, being a procrastinator and all, but come on... all I wanted to do was celebrate our National Independance Day ;_;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Press Conference mock-up for PR class on Wed. It went, lol. I can't explain. The PR people (including me) were giggling our asses off at the back. Bad impression, but come on! It was hilarious! And Yuan Wei decided to come and act as some bangali reporter or something. And we had this awesome question and answer session. Which had real bullshit like these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuan Wei the Bangali Reporter (Reporter):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do we do if we don't like the pet we adopted. Can we return it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Datuk Fariq Ismail, the CEO who was Roleplay by a chinese (CEO):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urr.... (moments later), No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reporter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do with the pets we don't want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda, Moderater (Mod): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*panics* This question is irrelevant to the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL. We should throw our cute lil doggies and kitties into the dustbinz after we are donez. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hillarious. We had alot of PR problems. I spelt veterinarian (a person who practices veterinary medicine or surgery) as veteran (An old soldier who has seen long service) ... &gt;_&gt;. I shall *pass the bucket* onto MS word's fucking auto spell check. Anyway, it wasn't bad for our first try, in my opinion. Actually, it was kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are so many kittens appearing in my life at this time. Must be breeding season. BUT THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE! *cough* anyway, I have homework. hah. So I'm gonna start on them, at 1:34am. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-758387509040967726?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/758387509040967726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=758387509040967726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/758387509040967726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/758387509040967726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-not-invited_05.html' title='You&apos;re not Invited'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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/_8eV2RS_7D58/SMAXdkMYtYI/AAAAAAAAADU/5WzXleJ9mDM/s72-c/Pink.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828328668068222736.post-9162362416566141284</id><published>2008-08-28T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:39:17.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMS'/><title type='text'>archi team</title><content type='html'>Seriously. How can so many things so wrong in one week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I almost missed a quiz. And quiz oh so happen to be testing based on the text. Guess who has not bought it yet. SOME people owe me money, which I consider to be a valuable amount, and has not payed up. And thus, I can't pay some people the money I owe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. The fucking Architectural team for the Play has decided to move out. Aka, quit. Aka, leave. Aka, fucking leave us in miserable cluelessness TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE BLOODY PLAY. It's not like we don't have one architectural team leaving last minute in the first place, and now, after finding ANOTHER architectural team, they decide to ffk us AGAIN. Fucking TCPJ students, useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, Ilinaz and her gang is giving a hell of a bad name for her and her gang, and yes I will &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; ask her for help again. Wait till the rest of the fucking clubs hear about this and noone will dare use the fucking architectural school again. Useless beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fucking stage manager who's partner in crime doesn't seem to be doing much and the fucking leader is fucking sleeping till noon. It's all my job to find a fucking way to get over this mess. Being a fucking PR wannabe, I will bloody &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt; in this bloody mess and fucking find a way. Why do people like to piss me off when I so happen to be PMSing??! Bloody hell you bloody freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-9162362416566141284?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/9162362416566141284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=9162362416566141284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9162362416566141284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/9162362416566141284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/08/archi-team.html' title='archi team'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7771305588472256336</id><published>2008-08-27T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:58:34.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHIL 130'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Anwar</title><content type='html'>I don't want to rant about him. Just saying that completes the rest of the paragraph actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I'm stuck playing a fool's online game which is for fools. But good la anyway, cause I'm just starting the semester and it's better for me to do it now than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, short post, cause I don't really have muse to write a lot nowadays. So yeah, abit about PHIL 130 - Moral Studies. Oh yeah, it's not called LAN or any other term here, it's more... philosophical (see the connection). I have this nice teacher, abit queer, but he's cool. I thought moral studies is about believing in god (Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan) and be fair and good and all that shit, but this teacher really can put a spice in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn about greek philosophers and more crap. It's nice to have some insight about them. I like it when they don't force us to "be good", and more to reason why we should "be good" and what is "good". It's interesting, I would type my notes here but I'm no supercomputer thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 posters I have to do by tonights. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 week SPA (Society of Performing Arts) vigil starts tomorrow, may the god of my heart grant me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : i have a few really interesting dreams these few days. i'm really happy. when i'm not pmsing that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7771305588472256336?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7771305588472256336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7771305588472256336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7771305588472256336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7771305588472256336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/08/anwar.html' title='Anwar'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-1655742683361721925</id><published>2008-08-22T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:42:20.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSYC 201'/><title type='text'>PSYC 201</title><content type='html'>General Psychology. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, this might be as boring as it sounds, to others, it might be as deceiving as the name itself. Teach is Mrs. Singh. ZZZ the name just etch itself into your brain man, it's just so.... singh! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting on to the juicy parts, today we had our first preparatory lesson. It's very... unexpected. She handed out a quiz form for us to fill in, something like homework on wednesday. It contained real interesting questions like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Anger is felt emotionally before it stimulates physical arousal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Animals Dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intelligence is Inherited."&lt;/blockquote&gt;They're all True/False questions. Simple as that. But it was cool for her to allow us to argue on what we believe. Questions such as "Why do you think animal's dream?" really can stimulate the brain. And then, those who says it's true would debate with those who think it is false. Better still, she wouldn't interrupt our debate! So it's all us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an opportunity to practice one of my favorite pastimes - Arguing for nothing. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, she'll tell us the real answer based on research. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wrong or right, I was only happy if not for the argument session. It was a real eye opener for the subject itself. I can't wait to see more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-1655742683361721925?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1655742683361721925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=1655742683361721925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1655742683361721925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/1655742683361721925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/08/psyc-201.html' title='PSYC 201'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-584857390752435251</id><published>2008-08-21T10:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:44:16.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THTR 101'/><title type='text'>Terrorist Lecturer</title><content type='html'>Okay, So he was kinder this time around, and class lasted for 35 minutes this time... it was a 15 minute improvement! I fear that THTR 101 will turn out so fucking similar to the play rehearsals that i'd grow tired of it fairly quickly. Yes, I'm beginning to feel SO SICK of the play, I hardly bother anymore. What play? &lt;a href="http://happyadultfriends.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Play.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Speaking of which, moment of the day conversation went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Terrorist Lecturer (TL):&lt;/span&gt; *Marking attendance* "Stephanie Phoa?"(says it very quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Here" *raises up hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TL:&lt;/span&gt; "Okay." *ticks my name in his book*&lt;br /&gt;    "Okay... next. Sher---"&lt;br /&gt;    "YOU'RE STEPHANIE PHOA??!" *wide-eyed disbelief*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;SO BLARDY RETARDED MOMENT. I'll leave it to you guys to fill out the details by yourself. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as predicted, My Wednesdays are full to the brim and INCREDIBLY TIRING. And it was only the first day of classes! Which only took up 20% of normal amount of lecture time... this sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-584857390752435251?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/584857390752435251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=584857390752435251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/584857390752435251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/584857390752435251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/08/terrorist-lecturer.html' title='Terrorist Lecturer'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-3810836982902290583</id><published>2008-08-19T09:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:06:15.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early morning madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THTR 101'/><title type='text'>THTR 101</title><content type='html'>Clearly, the title says Theater 1 "o" 1, so don't fuss your self over it. It's no friggin morse code. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's supposed to start at 9:10 this morning. So I woke up at 8:45, rushed everything, went to school (college, but school is a term i'm more familiar with) Rushed into the office at 9 and planted my face on the new schedule for the semester. Not that I didn't check the schedule beforehand, even I'm not that stupid. However, I AM stupid enough to not look at the where's the class located! Gee whiz! Great lord, how el stupido this girl is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I rushed into the wrong classroom. AHAHAHA. Typical me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got all my classrooms corrected (relief plz!), I find that THTR is located in the PBX, it's something like a mini version of the MultiPurpose Halls ya'll most likely have. Good thing is, it's so cool having a class like that in that are &lt;3 Bad thing is, quote Yuan Wei - "It's the coldest place in Malaysia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for one and a half hours every Tues and Thurs, We'll (specifically, I) be freezing in hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*joker clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr. Vijaya, as i already knew before this, is TERRIBLY intimidating! The bastard, holding a cup of coffee in his hand and practically telling us if we don't cooperate, we die. OMG. LIKE SOME TERRORIST! Well, he certainly caused terror in me, I mean, my heart is still trying to jump out my rib cage half an hour after his suicide bomber speech. RRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a racist, but I definitely dislike pro english indians. Can't blame me if all they ever do is strike terror in people. Seriously! I don't mind if they don't try to overpower people at first glance... but I have yet to find such a person. Even Mr. Jacob (prolly the kindest man on earth. All hail Saint Jacob) scares the shit out of me! Even as I type, I'm having goosebumps @_@. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I have the rest of the day off =w=. Gonna catch up on sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I JUST REALIZED ALL MY CLASSES ARE TAUGHT BY PRO-ENGLISH INDIANS. AAAAAAA. SCREWED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-3810836982902290583?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3810836982902290583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=3810836982902290583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3810836982902290583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/3810836982902290583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/08/thtr-101.html' title='THTR 101'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-7594505525856393231</id><published>2008-08-18T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:17:09.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tags by Joyce</title><content type='html'>Title says it all. Two long ass tags coming right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name :&lt;/span&gt; Stephanie Phoa Su-Yin (Note the Hyphen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sisters :&lt;/span&gt; 2 younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brothers :&lt;/span&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shoe size :&lt;/span&gt; 11 and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Height :&lt;/span&gt; 175cm ++ , or that's what the last readings told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where do you live :&lt;/span&gt; Home in Kota Damansara, Temporary home in ss15 Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite drinks :&lt;/span&gt; Anything other than coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Favorite breakfast :&lt;/span&gt; I usually skip them. But i have to say It's eggs and toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school : Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart : Lol. Depends on what kind of heart I broke. Maybe :P&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : ZZZ. Must I answer that.&lt;br /&gt;Sat all night waiting for someone to call : All night? No. But I have waited long hours for that reason itself.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : Yeah, but it's kinda because I'm lazy to delete them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your room like :&lt;/span&gt; Large (at least for me), Spacey, Clean and Messy. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What’s right beside you :&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate Milk carton, gloves, Hand phone and alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate :&lt;/span&gt; Dinner. No breakfast today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox : Yeah. I'm saved. (The irony of life)&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : If you haven't had this symptom ever you're bound to have something wrong with your body.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : Nope. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : Lol. Sensitive nose but I guess it won't crumble by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight : Not sure. Anything can happen can they. Who am I to judge.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : No, whats the point eating on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced with : Myself! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Who made you smile : Forgot la! I smile as often as someone on crack!&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at : Mom, I think. Guessing. But Probability says it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : Lol. I'm with my family. There's noone I like.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : *burst out in laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : Today? Ur, I forgot to take my daily swab of temperature =_=.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex : No exs!! Do cocot count? :O&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : I miss everyone everyday &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat : Nope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Best feeling in the world :&lt;/span&gt; When you're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. Teddy and Pandy (whose name is Photostat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have any siblings :&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you want children :&lt;/span&gt; Not sure. Either go all out or none at all. Does this mean I have to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you smile often :&lt;/span&gt; *snort* Too much! And at the worst times possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you like your handwriting :&lt;/span&gt; Depends on what pen I'm using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are your toe nails polished :&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in :&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna sue you for sexual harassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now :&lt;/span&gt; Prussian blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What were you doing at 7.00 pm yesterday :&lt;/span&gt; Creating this bloody blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When did you last cry :&lt;/span&gt; Urm... Not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you a friendly person : &lt;/span&gt;Depends on who I'm talking too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have any pets :&lt;/span&gt; Gizmo Babeh! My Cocker Spaniel. I love you babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now : &lt;/span&gt;What kind of feelings &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now :&lt;/span&gt; No. Wait. What kind of holding hands are you talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on :&lt;/span&gt; ZZZ. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are you doing right now :&lt;/span&gt; Other than doing this tag, you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window :&lt;/span&gt; Won't fit! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can you handle the truth :&lt;/span&gt; What's the truth, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you too forgiving :&lt;/span&gt; Again, depending on situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father :&lt;/span&gt; Don't like them both. But if i had to choose, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of :&lt;/span&gt; God, if i ever cried in front of anyone, my rep will be ruined! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved :&lt;/span&gt; One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you eat healthy :&lt;/span&gt; ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and your ex :&lt;/span&gt; NO EXs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you :&lt;/span&gt; Duh of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to :&lt;/span&gt; Anyone I can get my hands on. Recently, Jun Haw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the times :&lt;/span&gt; LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you confident :&lt;/span&gt; DEPENDS. STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God I was in std 2! What's there to do!&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;- Throwing a tantrum because my uniform at that time wasn't light blue.&lt;br /&gt;- Scoring 100%s in English. (Irony kicks in for I can hardly get a C+ 10 years later.)&lt;br /&gt;- Shying away from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Update blog.&lt;br /&gt;- Design blog for Jun Haw.&lt;br /&gt;- CG.&lt;br /&gt;- Go Back to subang.&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 snacks i enjoy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;- Keropok, any actually.&lt;br /&gt;- Peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;- MnMs/Smarties.&lt;br /&gt;- Chewies. (Mentos, Sugus and the like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 things i would do if i were a billionaire :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GET ME ALL THE COOL GADGETS I'M MISSING OUT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;- Set up a plan to become a trillionaire.&lt;br /&gt;- Build my own company/ies.&lt;br /&gt;- Help my family in funds.&lt;br /&gt;- Get whatever I want/need.&lt;br /&gt;(Nobody's talking about millionaires these days, it's all about the billionaires.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;- Not saving electricity/water/the like.&lt;br /&gt;- On the computer too much.&lt;br /&gt;- Last Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;- Being Childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;(one's done, One more to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules :&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a complete Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a Racist.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a Feminist.&lt;br /&gt;4. And I love being said beings.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a soft spot for animals and cute things.&lt;br /&gt;6. I draw. Better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love anime, yet I hate them too.&lt;br /&gt;8. I prefer tv shows like house and CSI over anime.&lt;br /&gt;9. I like romantic stories! Only certain romantic genres though. Not fun seeing some blond get picked up by some jock. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;10. It's all about the storyline! I don't pay attention to details like hotness or skill. (okay, maybe i do... sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;11. I argue for the sake of arguing. Not because I believe in what I say. Life's boring if everyone just agreed with one another.&lt;br /&gt;12. I believe in a God. I just don't believe in religions.&lt;br /&gt;13. I want to see the future, yet I'm afraid of growing old.&lt;br /&gt;14. I believe psychology is the way of controlling the world.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm a girl. Yes! Is that so hard to believe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tag only 5 people, cause I don't have the contacts to tag more XD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Putih&lt;br /&gt;2. Nanas.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cocot.&lt;br /&gt;4. Zhen Hui&lt;br /&gt;5. Jun Haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D8D HAVE FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828328668068222736-7594505525856393231?l=stephaniephoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7594505525856393231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828328668068222736&amp;postID=7594505525856393231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7594505525856393231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828328668068222736/posts/default/7594505525856393231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniephoa.blogspot.com/2008/08/tags-by-joyce.html' title='Tags by Joyce'/><author><name>Stephanie Phoa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01104292755287626782</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-8828328668068222736.post-1578895956372238551</id><published>2008-08-17T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T03:02:58.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Somnium -  C H A N G E</title><content type='html'>Welcome to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Somnium&lt;/span&gt; - Revisited. 8D. Being really really pissed off with fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt;, I've decided to switch to a Blogger host. This way, I don't have to crack my head on determining which coding goes where for a layout design. I take pride in designing my personal layout; I hate leeching others just so I can blog. So after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 6 months (?) of slacking away, I've finally taken action... and it's on the last day of my holidays too! So, nothing much to say, hope you like the new layout - i know the words are INCREDIBLY small, but that's somewhat my kinda thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;. For someone like me, liking small things really do seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incredulous&lt;/span&gt; doesn't it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; But reality is not as real as it seems :) So i'll take sometime trying to improve various sections of this blog in the next (few?) week(s), and hopefully the world will become a better place. 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