<?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-3920951016917377735</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:23.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil-Lucy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-3154954005033992965</id><published>2009-02-15T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:43:45.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine....</title><content type='html'>Everyday is Vday if you're in love. Screw that saying because if that is true then why roses are extremely pricey during vday? Or why restaurants are fully booked on the day or why are there enormous crowd hijacking parks, malls theater and anywhere they can find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..think again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said so, i didnt just stay home on vday. Bunch of single friends got together. We went to Wikiki and enjoyed live bands and analyzed bunch of strangers playing pool. Well, pool seems to be quite an interesting game. I managed to pick up a few tips from my date! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun whole night long. Atleast i know my friends did because they were making fun of me the whole night. Well, what can i say...the special kid i am(according to them). After that we went off to Subang Asia Cafe for good old ikan bakar. Unfortunately, it didnt turn out well this time...shrugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say thanks to my dear fren paul for making this valentine such a great one... and dude..get well soon...(he met with an accident on the same day)...shrugs..just don't wanna talk about it here..shit happens..but thank god he is okie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..i've got just one thing to say!! Valentine can be hell over fun with great friends around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks to those who made it there as well(Beba, Sara, Moga, Chris, Lisa, Fel &amp; parents(met them coincidentally there..what a small world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil is feeling so loved!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-3154954005033992965?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3154954005033992965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=3154954005033992965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3154954005033992965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3154954005033992965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine....'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7916676093831100603</id><published>2009-02-07T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:59:17.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i feel this way?</title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm lost and totally clueless of what's happening to me. College ended...work started. Been working for 3 months now, and i still feel something is missing. Why do i feel that m not doing something that i enjoy? Why do i feel that i'm just doing something for the sake of doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel so terrible now?? I'm afraid to just let go of something and go into something that i would enjoy doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of making moves...yes i know there is not gona be any positive feedbacks..but what the hell is wrong with me?? Why m i so afraid of trying?? This is not me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so crappy now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7916676093831100603?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7916676093831100603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7916676093831100603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7916676093831100603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7916676093831100603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-i-feel-this-way.html' title='Why do i feel this way?'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-6210519209098345770</id><published>2009-01-09T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:38:00.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m becoming one of them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They don’t smile at you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They don’t greet you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They don’t look around each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are just expressionless. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you look into someone’s eye, you could feel them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If they are happy, sad or simply tired, you could always see it through their eye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But they, nothing seems to reflect from their eye. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One would wonder if they are all hypnotized.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All you can see is the blankness in their stare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always wondered what has made them into “Them”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wasn’t easy to find the answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But today, I broke through the barrier that was between us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I now know why are they “them”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wasn’t hard as I too am evolving into “them”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Them” as in the working people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The same people I see on a daily basis in the bus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All they have on their face is just another day of work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They forget to smile, they forget to look out of the bus and they forget to capture fun moments of a bus ride.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I know what is running in their mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Where to eat or lunch?” “Hope there’s no shocking email” “What time work would finish today”..and bla bla bla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6210519209098345770?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6210519209098345770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6210519209098345770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6210519209098345770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6210519209098345770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2009/01/them.html' title='Them!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7077353217045535555</id><published>2008-12-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:20:43.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes....</title><content type='html'>Work is boring! And now worse coz have to handle someone's else job because they are going on leave. What am i?? Replacement for all who wants to go for holiday? Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;Fought with mum yesterday coz dint call her!&lt;br /&gt;Fought with a friend today coz he likes me. Yes, i know its stupid but i just tend to avoid people when i know they like me.&lt;br /&gt;And now, i'm just thinking why is life so boring and complicated? I have no complains but sometimes just can' help it but get annoyed of the way things are right now.&lt;br /&gt;Wished i could just go to a land far far away! Not be seen or heard by anyone i know! Stupid me! That's never gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed so much since i stepped into the working world!! Everything now is about work and money and being able to stand on your own feet! All of a sudden there are so many responsibilites on you. Gosh! This is just so hard to cope with! Can i not grow up??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7077353217045535555?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7077353217045535555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7077353217045535555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7077353217045535555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7077353217045535555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/12/changes.html' title='Changes....'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-6941178942917308196</id><published>2008-11-26T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:18:21.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Gap aint no issue!!</title><content type='html'>Came across an interesting article today. A 37 years old dude married a 106 years old grandma! Wooohooooo!!! Congrats to the unusual couple man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so none of my problem but i just cant help it but say my piece out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn 69 years of difference in age. What?? Love is really blind now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just don't get it. What were they thinking?? I mean, yea, screw what the society has got to say. But then again, seriously, what were they thinking?? Well, i bet they weren't even thinking maybe. Such a big gap is no joke. First of all, what would they talk about?? What's their common interest? Or what can they even do together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny says "I'm having backache" and dude says "I'm in the mood for some sex tonite". That's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening? Is there even love in this?? Or was it based purely on companionship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused Devil is confused again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6941178942917308196?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6941178942917308196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6941178942917308196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6941178942917308196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6941178942917308196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/11/age-gap-aint-no-issue.html' title='Age Gap aint no issue!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-5201779497220491996</id><published>2008-11-26T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:57:52.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not banned anymore?!</title><content type='html'>PM says that it is okie to practise Yoga without chanting any mantra. So now it's not banned anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous it is to just announce Yoga will be banned and then after all the hoo haas..it's not banned anymore?? Why cant these people just get the facts ryte before even announcing something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-5201779497220491996?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5201779497220491996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5201779497220491996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5201779497220491996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5201779497220491996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-banned-anymore.html' title='Not banned anymore?!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-2253367853200114239</id><published>2008-11-26T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:08:43.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity  has no cure!</title><content type='html'>I just realised that my blog is no more a personal blog. Oh crap!!! How could i be so stupid to actually register my blog in bloggers buff..why didnt i think of the consequences???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can now read my blog and know so much about me. Face it moron!! I'm just stupid!! haizzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-2253367853200114239?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2253367853200114239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=2253367853200114239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2253367853200114239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2253367853200114239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupidity-has-no-cure.html' title='Stupidity  has no cure!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-4311126267705515483</id><published>2008-11-16T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:21:18.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertising = Creativity??? Think Again!</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 weeks since i started work and honestly it hasn't been what i expected at all. First of all, someone has been giving me a real hard time at work. Verbal abuses which are totally frustrating and depressing. What did i do to deserve all this man?? Not that i committed any mistakes, its just tat the person is mentally effected in some ways. To tell the truth, there hasn't been a day passing by without me crying. It came to a point where i felt like giving up. That's so not me but yea..this time, it just way past the limit. I'm still considering if i should hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i noticed is that everyone around me is brutally killing advertising and creativity. Art directors propose real good proposal but in the end of the day cliet change this chage that and everything ends up looking like a high school notice board ad. Like what the fark is wrong ryte!!! The worse is that even the creatives have no say in anything if cliet insist on some crappy ad. Then what is the point??? I just don't get it. hy must it be this way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at ad these days, its all so crappy. Why can't it be creative?? What happened to it?? A friend of mine shared her experinces while in taiwan. Holy god!! The ads there are just so interesting. In fact, if you take a look at ads from Indonesia, Thailand or even India, it's all so catchy. That's what creative is all about. What the fark is wrong with Malaysian industry?? So much limitations so much control over the content. And worse is jackass clients who don't appreciate good work. Fuck Man!! That's why i say everyone is brutally killing advertising and creativity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disppointed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-4311126267705515483?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4311126267705515483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=4311126267705515483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4311126267705515483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4311126267705515483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/11/advertising-creativity-think-again.html' title='Advertising = Creativity??? Think Again!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7571096902901534902</id><published>2008-10-21T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:23:02.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting Diwali...WoW!!</title><content type='html'>It's been years since i spent Diwali at home with family. For the past 5 years, i have been out there somewhere and only home on the day of Diwali. This year, i'm actually expecting Diwali...Wow..that's like so surprising!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm officially no more a student and currently jobless as well...i seem to have all the time in the world. To begin with, i've been helping mum to bake cookies and cakes (supposedly for Diwali but we kids at home just cant resist it...so yea..mum gotta keep baking cakes until Diwali).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been playing PS2 everyday with my brothers...and guess what..i actually won twice after playing so many rounds...well..i guess maybe they just wanted me to win!! But who cares...its fun and m loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my lovely dog snoopy...he's been so adorable. We seem to be getting pretty close these days. The only person missing would be dad..God knows what is he busy with that he rarely comes back!! Haiz!! Wished he was home more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon all these would end...eh wait..sounds like m dying! Choi Choi Choi...well soon after i get a job, i have to go back to kayhell!! And hell yea i'm gonna miss home so damn bloody much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7571096902901534902?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7571096902901534902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7571096902901534902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7571096902901534902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7571096902901534902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/10/expecting-diwaliwow.html' title='Expecting Diwali...WoW!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-6636027336800460563</id><published>2008-09-09T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:42:39.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got up today with one of those lazy and fucked up mood. Appointment at LB was at 11am...and i was still on bed until 9am. As i got up to get ready, a call came in. It was that dude from LB. He called to ask me if i was on the way there, to which of course i provided him with the damn truth. And his reply was "Oh thank god i called you. Would like to inform you that we have to cancel the interview due to some unforeseen circumstances". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Taadaaaa!! I was so happy. So yea, kinda started the day reading up news and chatting with some friends. Then went out for a movie with Jamie. We watched "Money not enough 2". This movie is so hilarious and so touching.  I cried while laughing and cried during the emo scene. But hey, the lesson learned is priceless. Money is nothing when you have no one to share your life with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Came back home and feeling so lifeless again. I know why am i feeling this way. It's because i haven't receive the call from McCann yet. I know interview results can't be out in a day's time but i can't help it but feel depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How long more do i have to wait till i know the result?? To u it may be just another day but for me it's another 24 hours!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahhhh..i'm just full of craps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6636027336800460563?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6636027336800460563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6636027336800460563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6636027336800460563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6636027336800460563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/09/fucked-up-day.html' title='Fucked up Day!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-5539514820097056371</id><published>2008-09-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:10:51.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Blowing Interview!!</title><content type='html'>Today, Sept 8,2008 marks an important day in my life. A casual interview turned out to be a mind blowing eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost? Have no idea what m i talking about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today i went for an 2nd interview with Mr Abhinav Sharma, Head of Planner from McCann Erickson. The interview was at 6pm at Pj Hilton (what a weird time n place) and therefore i dragged my friend Jamie along just in case anything happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving for the interview, i had actually told Jamie that i will be out in 5 minutes. I was so sure it wont take long as my 1st interview with the GM of McCann was very fast. So yea, went in and saw Mr Abhinav. He asked if i wanted to have anything to drink and of course i said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st, i was a lil nervous but as we talked n talked and talked..all the nervousness went off. We were talking as if we were friends. Pheeeeeeeeeeeew...He spoke about so many things from work related, general interest, hobbies, childhood and bla bla bla. Oh yea..he is learning Mandarin now.&lt;br /&gt;I seriosuly learnt alot from him today. Like what i said, it was a mind blowing session. Gosh!! He is so fucking knowledgeable. He is someone whom i want to talk to the whole day and i know i wnt be bored. God damn it!! How interesting!! Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be wroking for him...i shall take him as my Guru!! Awesome...fucking awesome..&lt;br /&gt;who needs sex when u can talk the whole day with a man like him??!! (Just a random thing to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the 5 minutes interview turned out to be a 2 hours chat. I'm so sorry Jamie..u had to wait all alone in Secret Recipe...and so sorry for the 12 missed calls..Thanks alot baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-5539514820097056371?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5539514820097056371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5539514820097056371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5539514820097056371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5539514820097056371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-blowing-interview.html' title='Mind Blowing Interview!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-4515473484979140918</id><published>2008-09-05T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:19:50.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Emptiness</title><content type='html'>Since you left, there has been nothing but Emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;Each day passes by without hopes...without dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Each day is just another day without having to think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..its all over.&lt;br /&gt;And you left me nothing but memories and emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;I have everything now...friends, family, great things around me..some what great life..yet i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite lines&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you like the sun misses its flower in the depth of winter.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so and too much that my heart breaks into pieces...and each piece is able to stroll through a needles' hole"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours always,&lt;br /&gt;Devil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-4515473484979140918?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4515473484979140918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=4515473484979140918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4515473484979140918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4515473484979140918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/09/complete-emptiness.html' title='Complete Emptiness'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7295484847650342366</id><published>2008-07-11T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:46:33.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Shirls &amp; Fel</title><content type='html'>Mon, 7th July 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel &amp;amp; i followed Shirls back home to help her with the Thai Green Curry which was one of our item for the food sale next day. So, after class, Shirls brought us for dinner at this delicious, best pan mee i've ever had during this 5 years in KL..Pan Mee was simply delicious besides the fact that it was served by a model lookalike Chinese waitress (She has the potential of becoming a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The we headed back home to Shirls' place. Her neighbourbood has totally impressed me..i am speechless. Not because of the big expensive houses, but simply because it reminds me of the "Desperate Housewife Neighbourhood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reached home, Shirls shouted for her youngest bro (David, 11) to help us carry the things into the house. David is a smart lil boy who is simply polite and friendly. As shirls introduced us to him, he immediately said "Hi,Felicia jie jie. Hi, Kristina jie jie" Oh my..how sweet ryte?!!! He carried some stuffs into the house and told his dad that we came. "Pa..Felicia jie jie and Kristina jie jie is here"...Again!! How polite and sweet ryte!! I'm totally impressed by his manners. It's hard to find kids who are so polite and well brought up these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spent couple of hours looking through stuffs at Shirls place and of course checking out her best fren su jin in facebook. Su Jin is gorgeous!! She is not drop dead gorgeous type..but she is simple and has that sweet smile on her face which could just melt one's heart. Man!! Wished i could meet her in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about god knows what time, we headed to the kitchen. Shirls &amp;amp; i cut the tons of veges whereas fel was having fun cutting the chicken. She was actually releasing her stress with the use of the new sharp knife we got earlier in Tesco. Yadayadayada..we finally finished cutting the veges and the chicken. What's next? Like duh!! Cook it of course. Yadayadayada...all done...Check out some pics below..interesting pics..not to be missed!!&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/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdRSWGm51I/AAAAAAAAABk/50o8I-J3eCI/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdRSWGm51I/AAAAAAAAABk/50o8I-J3eCI/s320/Image083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221731668572170066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where all the vege goes..haahah!&lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdRwSpzdmI/AAAAAAAAABs/QOf5cfCAu04/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdRwSpzdmI/AAAAAAAAABs/QOf5cfCAu04/s320/Image070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221732183042127458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy!! Green Curry in process!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdSXJHEsSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sz8b7dtBlK8/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdSXJHEsSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sz8b7dtBlK8/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221732850495435042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chef Fel putting in all her strength to stir the curry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdSvU854qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5SEJsFxh7D0/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdSvU854qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5SEJsFxh7D0/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733265990869666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Chef Shirls praying hard that the curry turns out well!!&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/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdTLCRGR4I/AAAAAAAAACE/2w4itzyyjTA/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdTLCRGR4I/AAAAAAAAACE/2w4itzyyjTA/s320/Image099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221733742011631490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course!! These 2 chefs needed a sweet assistant - Me!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdTrxgsKNI/AAAAAAAAACM/uM74xek00IE/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdTrxgsKNI/AAAAAAAAACM/uM74xek00IE/s320/Image093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221734304449308882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhaaa!! That's us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdURfakmbI/AAAAAAAAACU/vHRn-D4qS-Q/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdURfakmbI/AAAAAAAAACU/vHRn-D4qS-Q/s320/Image082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221734952426838450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Touch by Master Shirls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdUqaJ-pwI/AAAAAAAAACc/iH3TIC8tr04/s1600-h/Image101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdUqaJ-pwI/AAAAAAAAACc/iH3TIC8tr04/s320/Image101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221735380511794946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's for the delicious Pan Mee..the drink in your fridge (u knw what is it..shhh!!) &amp;amp; for the wonderful nite at ur place..i had loads of fun..especially after we found out the door was locked!! And also, the next morning...everything was just nice even though we were in the midst of crisis..&lt;br /&gt;Oo..forgot to take the pic of the thai green curry (end product)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil miss tortoise...&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/3920951016917377735-7295484847650342366?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7295484847650342366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7295484847650342366' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7295484847650342366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7295484847650342366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/07/cooking-with-shirls-fel.html' title='Cooking with Shirls &amp; Fel'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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/_efjVaIe3Leo/SHdRSWGm51I/AAAAAAAAABk/50o8I-J3eCI/s72-c/Image083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-8418512545801047446</id><published>2008-07-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T02:07:21.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did it Again!!</title><content type='html'>Once again..we fought. Why? For lame reasons..&lt;br /&gt;These days, we fight often..actually it's not really fighting..more like being harsh to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Things are obviously changing between us..I just don't like it...Maybe i should just leave it as it is..so that i'm not gonna screw things up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nth is permanent in life..so is friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..Devil is really upset!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-8418512545801047446?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8418512545801047446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=8418512545801047446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/8418512545801047446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/8418512545801047446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-it-again.html' title='Did it Again!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-4972323720174492550</id><published>2008-07-06T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:58:47.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boring Day.</title><content type='html'>M bored!!&lt;br /&gt;Bored with the usual daily routine - Get up..day dream..bathe and leave for college.&lt;br /&gt;What happens in college bores me even more - Meet the same old lecturers..listen to them crap about the same old stories about crisis n PR..Gosh..Hw boring can that be..even the examples are the same old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a life!! My life currently is at a crucial stage - attacked by boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i can blog about boredom here..thats already showing that I M BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil needs to get a life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-4972323720174492550?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4972323720174492550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=4972323720174492550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4972323720174492550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4972323720174492550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-boring-day.html' title='Another Boring Day.'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-8707305178510803839</id><published>2008-06-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:58:10.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrghh...Missing you</title><content type='html'>To:&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Dumbfuck Nyinyi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to read my blog..this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a jackass for not calling me for 5 bloody days. Yes..it is only 5 days but u have never done that to me. Goddam 5 days...no calls no messages!! Yes i totally understand that your family is down in Malaysia after so freaking long..and yes i know you have a lot of catching up to do before they go back to China... but doink..cant you just sms me?? You cant be so busy ryte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, you're lucky that u called me today.  Damn..and u got the cheeck to tell me that You Missed Me!!! Gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...Male Species..they can be just so annoying huh!! Oh well, sometimes i wished i could smack u on ur head and then (u knw what comes after that) hahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil still missing ya like fuckzzzzzzzzz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-8707305178510803839?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/8707305178510803839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=8707305178510803839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/8707305178510803839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/8707305178510803839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/06/arrghhmissing-you.html' title='Arrghh...Missing you'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-5937105261273790925</id><published>2008-06-28T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:19:15.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter to Nades..</title><content type='html'>Before u guys are misled by the title, let me tell you who is Nades...&lt;br /&gt;He is not the guy next door, nor m i having any crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;Nades is the Devil in the Journalism Industry!! He is none other than the Men who is terrified by many politicians. He is Nadeswaran  from The Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him last year during Kancil's Speaker series and yes i was so damn bloody impressed with the way he questioned Khairy Jamaluddin and the other some other speakers. Oh gosh..hez got balls man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my publicity lecturer has asked us to interview a journalist as part of our assignment. first person who came into my mind was Nades. And so i sent him an email asking him if he could spare some of his precious time to let me interview him. (i shall not upload the email here because its really long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his reply to my super long email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Dear Kristina, &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am overseas at the moment. I will only be back on 1st July. Can u  wait till then?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;cheers'&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;nades&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R. Nadeswaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Deputy Editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  theSun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tel: 03-7784-6688&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fax: 03-7785-2624/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Should i wait or should i just interview some other journalist? Well..like Duh!! Of course i will wait. So yeah, i emailed him again saying that i don't mind waiting. Well of course i thanked him like there's no tomorrow...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will send him another mail after 1st of July and we're gonna meet up soon...oh gosh i just cant wait...i'm so fucking excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3920951016917377735-5937105261273790925?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5937105261273790925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5937105261273790925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5937105261273790925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5937105261273790925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-letter-to-nades.html' title='Love Letter to Nades..'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7638319713452904086</id><published>2008-06-06T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:04:59.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Again!!</title><content type='html'>I realised that all my posts here are so fuckingly emo...coz i choose to write only when something is disturbing me. And yea...my psot here is the total opposite of my daily life. The usual crazy loud retard me choose to express the demotivated, sort of depressed, and a lil confused side of me in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think m gonna lose someone very precious to me really soon. Why? Coz i'm too confused over my feelings over the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish..what the fuck ryte? only recently i told myself that i m not falling for anyone..but nw..i think i am. And that's just so disturbing. Everything was just perfect when we were bloody good friends. But now, i think even he is kinda confused over his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i do now? Wait and see what happens? Or just confront? Or...just ignore the whole thing and whatever happened and get back to the normal life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7638319713452904086?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7638319713452904086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7638319713452904086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7638319713452904086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7638319713452904086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/06/confused-again.html' title='Confused Again!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-5971914466417044118</id><published>2008-05-21T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:49:25.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally there!</title><content type='html'>2 days ago, i was helping mum to clean up her room. I saw the weighing scale lying there on the floor and calling out to me.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 year (actually 2), i've been trying to gain some weight at the right place (right place= boobies and bum+lil bit on thighs &amp;amp; arm. Perfect!)&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years, i realized the only part that grew was my tummy (big tummy = overeating + tons of beers).&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth came...i stood on the scale and my lil bro said it out loud "50kg"!!! I was totally shocked. i told him to double check the scale...of course he said there's nothing wrong with the scale.&lt;br /&gt;I got down...sat on the sofa...looked at my mum and said "Finally!! I'm 50kg..i'm so happy. From 45kg to 50kg...its a big achievement!! The ideal weight for me".&lt;br /&gt;The after a while, i started worrying...i went into the room and looked at my body!!! Oh my fcking god!! How can this even happen? My tummy is huge, my thighs are expanding, my bum looks like its gonna sag anytime soon and maybe hit the floor, n my boobies as the usual mini cupcakes...holy shit...whats happening to me???&lt;br /&gt;I shall not expand further...nitemare!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Phewww....mission starting tomorrow onwards. Jog in the morning..no more fattening unhealthy food...no more overeating...n most importantly...reduce on my alcohol consumption...&lt;br /&gt;Why me???? i can't even imagine myself fat. i would probably kill myself. Oh gawd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-5971914466417044118?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5971914466417044118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5971914466417044118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5971914466417044118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5971914466417044118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-there.html' title='Finally there!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-6319023676690234202</id><published>2008-05-20T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:15:20.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect??</title><content type='html'>Pretty hot girls are always in demand. They are the so-called dream girls of every guy. When guys look at their long hair, pretty face, petite figure...they know these girls are made for them. They know these girls are the right ones...how come huh? I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell me...if u have an answer. Are they just so perfect that guys fall for them the moment they see them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6319023676690234202?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6319023676690234202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6319023676690234202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6319023676690234202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6319023676690234202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect.html' title='Perfect??'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-1071543983531121184</id><published>2008-05-15T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:04:31.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No strings attached!!</title><content type='html'>I'm like you alot...but i don't love you enaf to be in a relationship with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what are your feelings right now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what m i feeling exactly right now...&lt;br /&gt;But i'm enjoying every single moment i spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not we are gonna be together..i don't really care...&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not if i m ever gonna fall for you...i don't care either&lt;br /&gt;Coz m so sick of falling in love and falling apart after that...&lt;br /&gt;Once hurt is enaf...and now i just wanna do what i feel is ryte...even if people around me say it's wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-1071543983531121184?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1071543983531121184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=1071543983531121184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/1071543983531121184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/1071543983531121184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-strings-attached.html' title='No strings attached!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-3990816408523063565</id><published>2008-05-01T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:30:51.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Feelings Part 3</title><content type='html'>Wrote this out of force....but the content is not out of force though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been the baby...&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's time to spread your wings and fly out there&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know you're afraid&lt;br /&gt;But there is always a 1st time for everything&lt;br /&gt;Go feel the love&lt;br /&gt;Try it and you will know what is it all about&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure you will get hurt...&lt;br /&gt;But don't let that stop you...&lt;br /&gt;For Love is sweet even in the most shittiest moments....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-3990816408523063565?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3990816408523063565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=3990816408523063565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3990816408523063565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3990816408523063565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-feelings-part-3.html' title='Random Feelings Part 3'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-6170923280072885763</id><published>2008-04-29T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:10:01.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Random Feelings - Part 2</title><content type='html'>To Fel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to open up...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see you like this...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know that you're not alrite and i can't do anything to help&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it why are we friends but not able to help&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it why do you wanna keep everything to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Whatever reasons you have, it's not a reason at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting...for you to tell me...anything that you feel like telling...&lt;br /&gt;Even if you wanna tell me that Mr Cutie is not cute at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up gal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6170923280072885763?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6170923280072885763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6170923280072885763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6170923280072885763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6170923280072885763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-random-feelings-part-2.html' title='My Random Feelings - Part 2'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-5331050748236193041</id><published>2008-04-29T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:20:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You &amp; i = Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My random feelings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Rakesh,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is this for real or are you just a temporary companion?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it’s for real, then I have no more to say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But if this is a dream, then every moment is a fear to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For I fear to wake up to the reality and not find you anywhere around me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its strange how much I adore you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s strange how much I love you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it’s even stranger that this love has never crossed the border of friendship…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clueless… when we became so close&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy …because I know you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afraid …that you won’t stay for long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear buddy, yet another post about you…you have always been there for me and I know you can’t be there forever...thanks for the shoulder…thanks for the phone calls…thanks a million for the Elmo songs…you make me smile even while I’m going through the shittiest moments of my life. Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-5331050748236193041?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5331050748236193041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5331050748236193041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5331050748236193041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5331050748236193041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-i-friends.html' title='You &amp; i = Friends!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-7046193881273980739</id><published>2008-04-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:51:51.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song to describe my feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                            &lt;table align="left" bgcolor="#6699cc" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;   &lt;td&gt;     &lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;      &lt;td&gt;This Song describes my feelings now...exactly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep..m much stronger now...it's all for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;        &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;         &lt;td align="center"&gt;                   &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#639ace" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="2" width="470"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="text11" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;            &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;div id="lyrics" name="lyrics" style="width: auto; height: auto;"&gt;It’s been a while, it’s been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Since you’ve said hi.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while, it’s been a while,&lt;br /&gt;Since our last goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while, it’s been a while,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I still haven’t cried.&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t called, I haven’t called,&lt;br /&gt;You see I’ve been strong.&lt;br /&gt;You’ haven’t called, you haven’t called,&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;God called, He called.&lt;br /&gt;Says it’s going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;It’s for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live your life and do what you got to.&lt;br /&gt;It’s only at night when I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But the morning comes - bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been good? Have you been great?&lt;br /&gt;Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been good, I’ve been great,&lt;br /&gt;Just keeping busy.&lt;br /&gt;And we should since as of late,&lt;br /&gt;Time just passes by.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t even have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live your life and do what you got to.&lt;br /&gt;It’s only at night when I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But the morning comes - bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll know me as the girl that you let go.&lt;br /&gt;It was, so close - almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live your life and do what you got to.&lt;br /&gt;It’s only at night when I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But the morning comes.&lt;br /&gt;The morning comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Chung COPYRIGHT 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                  &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;              &lt;!-- onRequestEnd --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7046193881273980739?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7046193881273980739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7046193881273980739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7046193881273980739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7046193881273980739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-to-describe-my-feeling.html' title='Song to describe my feeling...'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-3001557392576677993</id><published>2008-03-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:36:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive nyaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>I wonder how or why some people can be so sensitive??!! They can't take criticism...(ok that's fine to a certain extend)...but some people can't even take comments...For ex, u tell them that they should be more responsible...and they go like"Huh..what the hel...bla bla bla..." In short, they create a whoo haaa about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why do they have to do that? If people say sth like that &amp;amp; u don't like it...approach the person and ask them the reason for them to say so..instead of keeping it to urself or worse still coming to a conclusion about that individual without even approaching them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why lah so sensitive? Sometimes, no one is perfect. If such comment is said, there must be a reason. Who on earth enjoy giving negative comments? You think it's fun doing that is it? You think people would wanna simply do that? No one likes doing it coz they will be looked upon as a bitch!! Just like how the whole whoo haa going on now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz...immature!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-3001557392576677993?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3001557392576677993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=3001557392576677993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3001557392576677993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3001557392576677993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/03/sensitive-nyaaaaaa.html' title='Sensitive nyaaaaaa'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7705596160178211036</id><published>2008-03-28T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:46:33.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands in Love!</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2wc1kLLOI/AAAAAAAAABc/hlodhK0NieM/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2wc1kLLOI/AAAAAAAAABc/hlodhK0NieM/s320/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182992755634941154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was doing comp review &amp;amp; needed a pic of heart..came across this pic while browsing thru getty images..&amp;amp; it brought back some memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2uJFkLLMI/AAAAAAAAABM/xaJAsxy8000/s1600-h/hand+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2uJFkLLMI/AAAAAAAAABM/xaJAsxy8000/s320/hand+in+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182990217309269186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Jamie n i...pic taken out of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                    i love this pic..&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2usFkLLNI/AAAAAAAAABU/29T3R95CBMQ/s1600-h/My+ass%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2usFkLLNI/AAAAAAAAABU/29T3R95CBMQ/s320/My+ass%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182990818604690642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigi n i...pic taken while watching tv..&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories..sad endings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been trying to hide my feelings from people around me but i ended up becoming someone m not...drinking to forget?? That helps..but fucked...Love hurts even when you're out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3920951016917377735-7705596160178211036?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7705596160178211036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7705596160178211036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7705596160178211036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7705596160178211036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hands-in-love.html' title='Hands in Love!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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/_efjVaIe3Leo/R-2wc1kLLOI/AAAAAAAAABc/hlodhK0NieM/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-3355892311343766017</id><published>2008-03-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:53:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken beauty!</title><content type='html'>I see this gal everyday on the 8.50am bus. The 1st time i saw her, i fell for her sweet face, after which, i decided to go late for work everyday just to catch a glimpse of her pretty face. And she too, doesn't fail to cheer me up everyday with her sweet smile. Today, is another day in the bus with her. But this time, there wasn't any distance between us as she stood right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..i wonder how soft is her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is tied up in a bun. Just a few strands of it could be seen at the side of her neck. How sexy can that be with a lil wind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just a plain jane..casual dressing...unbranded flats...unmanicured toe nails...unpainted finger nails...upper lip hair..yet...her unspoken beauty can just sweep any guys off his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wished there were no social constraints to admire such beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to own you but i wanna be looking at your beauty always for it gives me a smile in my imperfect, fucked up life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil in lurve??? Nah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-3355892311343766017?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3355892311343766017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=3355892311343766017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3355892311343766017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3355892311343766017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/03/unspoken-beauty.html' title='Unspoken beauty!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-7089289450500362229</id><published>2008-02-25T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:12:17.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election!!</title><content type='html'>I've never wanted to be associated with election in any ways. In fact, i even refuse to register as a voter. And this morning...as i walked out of my taman for work...i saw both DAP &amp;amp; BN flags everywhere. The worst was, these donkeys hung the flags in the middle of the road (divider there). How on earth is someone suppose to cross the road???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just cursed these buggers and crossed the road without getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after 2 hours of work, my colleague came and asked me "Are u busy with anything now?"  Assuming that she wanted to give me something fun to do, i said "Nah, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can u help me check if there's any particular hand or finger that they use to paint the nails when u vote?" And i went like "Huh?!!" And she explained to me that they were doing a print ad for some brand and needed those information. Oh damn it!! Not again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i ended up calling my friend's dad n also googling the info.They are just everywhere. Newspapers are flooeded with election updates or Samy's stupid quotes or Khairy's lame article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait for all these to be over man. Not that its gonna make any differences, but atleast there wnt be annoying flags flying on the road. And that reduces the risk of u getting banged by a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7089289450500362229?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7089289450500362229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7089289450500362229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7089289450500362229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7089289450500362229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/02/election.html' title='Election!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-6249932869214863155</id><published>2008-02-22T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:18:09.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship!!</title><content type='html'>I had always been excited to start my internship despite all the stories i hear from all my seniors. And finally, i got to experience it myself. My first choice was always to intern at LB, but when the time was nearing, i freaked out. I guess i wasn't prepared for it. So yeah, i chose S&amp;amp;S instead (even though i was a bit reluctant at first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Feb 08 was "The Day" for me...my first day at work. Not that i havent worked before, but hey, it's my 1st day at an international ad agency. I was the only 1 to start work on 11th among my group of friends because they only started on the 18th. Was it cool or really sucky to start before all of them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, definitely super awesome for me because i got a god damn good company. My mentor is really nice to me and she teaches me many things. In fact, this is only my 2nd week of&lt;br /&gt;work and i have made a presentation to client. Ain't that awesome?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got really different different feedbacks from different people around me. Some said they envy me coz i get to do a lot of stuffs, which actually means that i'm learning a lot. Whereas some say "Wah!! So many things to do ah???".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, this is a very good opportunity for me to learn and at the same time get exposed to many things. I've always wanted to try out ad agency despite many telling me stories about the culture &amp;amp; lifestyle there. I always believe that you gotta go all out &amp;amp; try things because only then you will know what is it like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like how people tell u drinking is fun, sex is great...one has gota try and experience it themselve to know if those things are really good. I'm a god damn risk taker and in fact that has gotten me into a lot of troubles. But honestly, i've never regretted doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peepallll...just do what u want to do!! Don't let the fear or people around you or their stupid ass assumption stop you from doing things you want. So what if you fucked it up??? Chill..there's always a 2nd chance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6249932869214863155?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6249932869214863155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6249932869214863155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6249932869214863155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6249932869214863155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/02/internship.html' title='Internship!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-6627385161589277158</id><published>2008-01-21T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:57:40.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m back after a short break. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I went to “Ming Tian” (direct translation would be “tomorrow”) for my dinner. Just when I was about to wallop my dry curry mee, my dear mum called. The shocking news she told me totally spoilt my appetite. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about my dad’s employee who has been working with us for the past 7 or 8 years. This man, well lets name him Mr S, drives my dad’s taxi. When I was in secondary school, I still remember, he used to come every month to our house to give the rent. He was well mannered and very hardworking man. I’ve seen the children and also his loving wife. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my mum just told me that Mr S murdered his wife yesterday. Holy Sh*t!! What on earth happened? My heartbeat sort of stopped for a second and I was speechless. I was imagining the whole scene in my head as mum was telling me the story. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were fights between them almost everyday because the wife found out that he was having an affair outside. Yesterday, they got into a fight again. He got angry and started hitting his wife. No one really knows the exact details but apparently he banged her head on the wall. Her nose broke and her head smashed. After that, he hid her under the bed and went around asking the neighbours if they had seen her.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police report was made regarding the missing of his wife. Later on, police cane to the house and found the body under the bed. Police took him and the eldest son back for inquiry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; The funeral was held earlier today. The house was sealed for investigation and therefore the children had no choice but to have the funeral downstairs at the car park (they live in flat house).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were really close to the mum and in fact, the daughter’s engagement is next month. Everything seemed to be so fine and things just happened.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand how one could kill his wife whom he had been married to for more than 20 years. Where is the love? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6627385161589277158?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6627385161589277158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6627385161589277158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6627385161589277158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6627385161589277158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking News!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-2990143109907954155</id><published>2008-01-14T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:09:32.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 January!!</title><content type='html'>Yea well, it's 15th January today! So, what's so special with the date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...well it's Jamie's dad's birthday! Happy Birthday Uncle Lioh!! Hahaahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the thing i wanted to say. Erm...i'm actually thinking of breaking up with tigi today! Why today? Because this was the exact date we broke up 2 years ago. Just a year ago, we coupled up again, whch was also on the 15th but it was 15th December 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i? I'm damn bloody sure many would say "YES!!!", but i'm still hesitating. I'm just not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-2990143109907954155?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2990143109907954155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=2990143109907954155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2990143109907954155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2990143109907954155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/15-january.html' title='15 January!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-6403593271464776155</id><published>2008-01-13T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:35:30.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hyperactive Housemate!!</title><content type='html'>I stay in a double storey house with some working “adults” (I still think I’m a teenage girl). My room is upstairs where I share an attached bathroom with the next door lady.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall not reveal her name or other identification for privacy purposes and therefore I shall name her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss H&lt;/span&gt; (Miss Hyper). Miss H has a regular visitor who comes in every month and stay for about 3 weeks with her. There were times this unknown visitor stayed for as long as two months. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my very first day I stepped my foot into this house, my owner’s elder sister told me this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“This room is only for you, STRICTLY no GUYS allowed”&lt;/span&gt;. Now, you tell me what happened to the “cannot be broken and must follow” house rules? The second month of my stay in this “holy” house has led me to some unwanted discovery. There was a guy in the next room!! I found out about the male species through the sound of his heavy breathing that I could clearly hear when I was in the bathroom. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, that wasn’t a discovery to be overjoyed about! Telling the owner was the last thing I wanted to do because the owner herself brings back her bf at times. There was nothing I could do and therefore I decided not to give a fark about the sudden appearance of the male species. As long as nobody disturbs the devil, we shall all live in peace.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, I was beginning to get annoyed by Miss H and her bf. They made so much of noise which disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night. Miss H works as a pub girl and comes back home around 2a.m. I, on the other hand sleep really early every night. How does this affect me? Keep reading…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Miss H comes back home and enters the toilet to wash up. This is when the male species makes the entrance and soon both get “active”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Some of their famous line:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miss H: Sayang, mandi sama sama! Or Sayang, I period lah. Or Sayang! Sayang! Sayang!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;God damn it! This is really getting out of hand! Go ahead and fuck every night but please keep it low because there’s someone else sleeping!! I don’t give a fark how or where you wanna fark but don’t fark in the bathroom because it’s so gross! Sometimes I wonder if they washed away all the stains. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends had suggested to me to leave a note in the bathroom saying “Jikalau anda tidak mematuhi peraturan, saya akan berasa syukur untuk menghubungi JAIS”. They have also suggested to install a fake cctv (can get it in &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Petaling street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;) in the bathroom. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? I wanna move out!! How can people be so insensitive? Is it because Miss H is under the influence of alcohol? But then again, is that my problem??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-6403593271464776155?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/6403593271464776155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=6403593271464776155' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6403593271464776155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/6403593271464776155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-hyperactive-housemate.html' title='My Hyperactive Housemate!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-5888037320523241386</id><published>2008-01-10T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:13:45.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Received an email from Yvette (my high school classmate). She is organizing a gathering for Senior Science 2. The tentative dates are 9 Feb 08 and 19 Feb 08 and she is approaching everyone for confirmation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of the impressions i had on my dear classmates…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hui Xian (My best friend in class, but I lost contact with her now), &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Li Qing a.k.a Tai Ka Jie (My eating and study partner), &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jun &amp;amp; Rubbish (most of the girls in the class had an eye on both of them),&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ye Hong a.k.a Ben (the shorty in my class), &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jia Rou &amp;amp; Yan Jing – Never really liked them, they were sort of bitchy at that time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ping Sing – The sweetest girl in class&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yuk Mei – Smart &amp;amp; Sweet &amp;amp; really fair&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jing Kang – Always copy homework but somehow will pass the exams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bing Hui – One annoying guy who thinks he’s really cool&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teh Susu – Weird&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zheng Quan – He always had that strict look, currently with Ping Sing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah Seng- Very helpful guy, he even helped me during exam..hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The list can go on and on because there were about 50 of us in one class. But just too bad because i only remember some of them for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Reunions are for successful people" - Quoted by Jamie Lioh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well said Jamie because just the thought of attending the reunion is scaring the shit out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here are some anticipated questions for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1- What are you doing now? Studying? Where?&lt;br /&gt;Q2- What course are you taking?&lt;br /&gt;Q3- Do you have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is so scary about these questions? Well, it's because i'm still pursuing my Diploma in Mass Comm in a local college, whereas most of them have completed their Degree in some science related courses in overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point regretting now, it's just too late! I should have thought about it before screwing up in my previous college! Haishh...there is no turning back. What should i do? Should i go or....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused Devil is in dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-5888037320523241386?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5888037320523241386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5888037320523241386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5888037320523241386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5888037320523241386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/high-school-reunion.html' title='High School Reunion'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-4786343531921819516</id><published>2008-01-07T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:30:08.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiiling Session. YaY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’d 5.19 in the morning now and I’m blogging because I can’t seem to fall asleep. I’m having diarrhea and damn I’m very sure it’s because of the Mee goreng Mamak and the Roti Planta I had for lunch. I should have just listened to Felicia’s advice: “Eat in moderation Kristina!” Well, serves me right for being greedy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I met up with my long lost buddy Rakesh for a drink earlier. We went to Starbucks in The Curve to chill and do some catch up on each other’s life. Hmmm…what a nice term to say for "sitting and talking bullshit"??! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rakesh and I haven’t met up for quite some already as I remember the last we met was somewhere around last may. I was quite eager to see him because he had just braided his hair and from the picture I saw in friendster, he was looking hot. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, I met him and seriously the braided suited him perfectly. Being a fair looking Indian, he has this mixed looked with his new hairstyle. Oh my…he is cute!! Well, let me just say that good looking people naturally have good looking friends around them. Hahhaha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yeah, he got a caramel something with whipped cream for himself and a hot mocha for me and we found ourselves a comfortable seat at the smoking area. We talked and talked and talked just about anything under the sky. We talked about girls, Tigi, college life, other guys, his family, him stopped and treated like a Taliban in China’s airport (serves him right for growing his beard), his studies, my intern which I applied in Saatchi, the girl he liked some time back and bla bla bla. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time passed and it was already 1 a.m so we decided to chao. One thing that I noticed is that all the while during our conversation, I did not take out my phone to check the time at all. Erm…how come? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yeah, he sent me back and refused to let me pay for my mocha. I guess most guys are like that. But hey, there’s no way I would agree to that. So we came to an agreement where the next time we meet up, drinks gonna be on me. Gave him a big hug and bid goodbye. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s nice to have a buddy to listen to all your complaints and in the end give you a cheeky smile! It’s nice to have a buddy to talk about just anything under the sky without realizing the time is passing. It’s nice when your buddy asks you “Saatchi?? What’s that?” It’s nice to know that someone actually pays attention to what you say and remembers all the little details about you. It’s nice to have a friend whom you can click with so much and yet maintain the friendship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I realized that I was just being myself while I was with him. Most of my sentences contained “Fuck”, I was sniffing onto my jacket every now and then, my voice was loud as usual (thank god there was a live band going on somewhere near). I know I was just myself because I was so relaxed. It was seriously “chilling”! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To my dear friend, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know for sure you have to read this because I will ask you to read it!! Hahaha…it was nice hanging out with you. Fucker, next time drink is on me ok? Thanks donkey! Will see ya again idiot. Hahhaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Krist&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6.13a.m.(08-01-08)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-4786343531921819516?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/4786343531921819516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=4786343531921819516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4786343531921819516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/4786343531921819516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/itd-5.html' title='Chiiling Session. YaY!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-1099585319855343017</id><published>2008-01-01T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:53:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unexpected Call...</title><content type='html'>Got up this morning reluctantly. Blame it on some jackass around my house who didn't put password for his wireless. Ahhaa!! Thanks to the same jackass because now i can go online anytime i want. Of course, i can tell my friends after class that i will meet them online. It's sort of like peer pressure when i don't get to say "See ya online tonight" to my friends. So yeah, Adiozzzz to those gloomy days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my story, i went in to Room 1 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(classroom in college! Why can't they have better names for classroom?? i wonder....) &lt;/span&gt;at 9.08a.m. I was late for 8 minutes for the student ambassador meeting. Well, who cares anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the meeting, my phone rang. Damn it! I remember putting it to silent mode. Then i realised it was actually my alarm...it was so loud and horrible. I felt like telling everyone "It's not mine". But hey, it was just toooooo late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was about to come to a end and my phone rang again. But this time, it saved me from all the embarrassment as it was in silent mode. THE UNEXPECTED CALL!! Oh My...should i or should i not answer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered. It was Uncle Fabian. He wished me New Year and spoke to me for a while asking about my studies. Before saying "goodbye", he wished me luck for my exam and internship. And of course told me to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheeewww!! Those few minutes weren't easy. Imagine this, you gotta make an impression and the same time be yourself. Being myself and making a good impression is not easy at all. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unexpected call was really really unexpected but it made my day. I just can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;*If anyone is wondering who is Unc Fabian? Well, he is blackie a.k.a Tigana a.k.a My boyfriend's daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! New Year is super cool!! Free internet...talked to unc fab...bali trip...Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-1099585319855343017?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1099585319855343017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=1099585319855343017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/1099585319855343017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/1099585319855343017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexpected-call.html' title='An Unexpected Call...'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-3752188866745415877</id><published>2008-01-01T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:09:39.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i feeling so emo?</title><content type='html'>I was feeling okay the whole day but suddenly i feel like as if the whole world has crashed on me. Why do i feel so much of heartache? And why is that i don't know what is causing all the pain? Maybe i know, but i'm just trying to hide from the truth. Truth hurts, not a little but a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how i feel inside, except for myself. I wished you knew how exactly i feel for then you would goddamn learn to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn fucking angry with myself for not being able to let go. Damn it! I wished i could hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-3752188866745415877?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3752188866745415877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=3752188866745415877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3752188866745415877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3752188866745415877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-am-i-feeling-so-emo.html' title='Why am i feeling so emo?'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-2714735145194407696</id><published>2008-01-01T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:46:34.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! Happy NEW Year everyone!</title><content type='html'>2007 is over! What the f*ck?? Everyone knows that. I don't have to remind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's sth that no one really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bloody lesbian who's screwed up in the head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say thank you to all my loved ones for being there for me all the time (especially whenever i screwed up). And to those people who made an entry in my life and became damn bloody good friends of mine (you know who you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cheec a.k.a chingy(since ur forcing me to write chingy) for keeping me company past few days!&lt;br /&gt;&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/_efjVaIe3Leo/R3pKEnhyfqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NcwCuOX690/s1600-h/PC070265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R3pKEnhyfqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NcwCuOX690/s320/PC070265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150510567042219682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy to have known you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R3pKhXhyfrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YCOfil3Iknc/s1600-h/PC070239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R3pKhXhyfrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YCOfil3Iknc/s320/PC070239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150511060963458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And..everyone else! Happy New Year peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3920951016917377735-2714735145194407696?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2714735145194407696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=2714735145194407696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2714735145194407696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2714735145194407696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-happy-new-year-everyone.html' title='Yay!! Happy NEW Year everyone!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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/_efjVaIe3Leo/R3pKEnhyfqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NcwCuOX690/s72-c/PC070265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-7073576274348032317</id><published>2007-12-16T07:04:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T07:22:06.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post was supposed to be up yesterday but i didn't have the time to post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December 2007, 1131p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m sitting in my room listening to SEXY BACK by Justin Timberlake (he’s a hawty). In less than 30 minutes time, it will be THE DAY. Wondering what day?! Well, it will be a year since we got together (Tigi and me).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;11.40p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there’s another 20 minutes to go. I’m still alone and still waiting. Honestly, I’ve been waiting for the past one week for him to call and ask me out. But he didn’t. So, I kept telling myself that he is planning a surprise and that he would ask me out today. But, so far still nothing.Even till this moment, I keep telling myself that he will call me out anytime. Or maybe, he is gonna appear outside my house anytime soon. I’ll just wait. Now I’m listening to “HOME” by Michael Buble. At the same time, I’m stuffing myself with candies which I got it earlier from a friend’s Christmas play. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where did I go wrong? What did I didn’t do? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s 11.48pm now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Listening to “Always on My Mind” by Michael Buble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;11.55p.m. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m trying to distract myself from thinking of him. I’m actually thinking of Maria’s Margarita. They rock man!! They sang Sexy Back today at the battle of the bands. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You should have seen the vocalist…he’s a hawty. He is so damn bloody talented and I just can’t help it but admire him. For your information, he is the same vocalist from Borange (see my previous blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s 12. Finally. Still no call yet. I’m so gonna fucking switch off my laptop and go to bed. Gotta get up early tomorrow for the education fair in Midvalley. So yeah, nites folks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December, 9.24a.m. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The long waited call came in yesterday at about 12.02a.m. I was so excited the moment I heard Mario Vasquez singing Gallery (that’s my ring tone and it’s also Tigi’s favourite song). But the caller turned out to be Ryan LB!!! Arrgh…damn!!! What a timing to call huh!! My tears started pouring down but then Ryan’s sweet girlie voice made me smile. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my feeling now? I dunno know and I dun care. Just fuck it man. I’m tired of waiting…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7073576274348032317?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7073576274348032317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7073576274348032317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7073576274348032317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7073576274348032317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired-of-waiting.html' title='Tired of waiting...'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-2618247533749736461</id><published>2007-12-10T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:46:34.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borange Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Local Bands...nah..it's a waste of time to listen to their songs."&lt;br /&gt;Wait!!!! Before you guys curse me, let me explain myself. Before 8th December 07, i never really had any good impression on local bands. In fact, i don't give a damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;But after Celebration of Arts (my class project), i realized that there are many talented bands out there. These guys are awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;One particular band that caught my attention was BORANGE (maybe because my friend is the drummer...heheheh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R19Ngx_FsxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ur5e4kGf_XY/s1600-h/P1030667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R19Ngx_FsxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ur5e4kGf_XY/s320/P1030667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142914525049500434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Borange!! You guys Rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The vocalist has really nice voice and he even sang a mandarin song (vocalist is an indian). See, i told ya they're awesome! Moving on to the drummer, he is no other than my friend a.k.a Princess Ryan. There's a reason why i call him Princess and it's because he looks really really sweet. Just like a little girl. But hey, on that day he was soooooo charming. You should have seen him playing the drums. Cool, cute and simply hawt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_efjVaIe3Leo/R19QeR_FsyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upE7P8y6u68/s1600-h/P1030625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R19QeR_FsyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/upE7P8y6u68/s320/P1030625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142917780634710818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks cool only on stage!&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/3920951016917377735-2618247533749736461?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2618247533749736461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=2618247533749736461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2618247533749736461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2618247533749736461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/12/borange-rocks.html' title='Borange Rocks!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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/_efjVaIe3Leo/R19Ngx_FsxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ur5e4kGf_XY/s72-c/P1030667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-592304840275211116</id><published>2007-12-10T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:37:27.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Macchiato</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it possible if two good friends fall for the same guy? Well, it is possible especially if the guy is cute, intelligent and talented. So, how do you know if two good friends had fallen for the same guy? You will know it when you ask your friend for a sip of caramel macchiato, and you get a reply like this: “No! I’m not sharing anything with you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To my dear friend : He is really cuteeeeeeeee...He is very intelligent.. But he is not my type...Well...he could be.....butttttttttttttt... i have Tigi...handling one is more than enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My little advice: If you like something, go for it. Don't hesitate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-592304840275211116?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/592304840275211116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=592304840275211116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/592304840275211116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/592304840275211116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/12/caramel-macchiato.html' title='Caramel Macchiato'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-3399805973868403081</id><published>2007-12-05T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:46:34.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley, My dog for 4 days.</title><content type='html'>Marley has been with me for the past 4 days. And in these 4 days, he has been keeping me company when the time i needed someone the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh with all the nonsense he did. He kept me company beside my bed. And each morning, he would greet me with the same expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog is the world's worst dog as quoted by John Grogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, he left me forever. I knew this was coming but i was still unprepared for it. He was put this sleep by John because he was getting older and it would be a torture to him to keep him alive. As i read the lines when he was put to sleep, tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't help it but cry. It was as if i lost someone dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was with me for only 4 days, though he never really existed, though i knew i will lose him one day; it was just too much for me to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R1drix_FswI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GhyI9eCOE1Y/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efjVaIe3Leo/R1drix_FswI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GhyI9eCOE1Y/s320/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140695744944386818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marley and Me" - by John Grogan is a book you will definitely love even if you are not a dog lover. And my last words to Marley: I will miss you...but i'm gonna make you mine by getting the book. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-3399805973868403081?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/3399805973868403081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=3399805973868403081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3399805973868403081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/3399805973868403081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/12/marley-my-dog-for-4-days.html' title='Marley, My dog for 4 days.'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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/_efjVaIe3Leo/R1drix_FswI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GhyI9eCOE1Y/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-5351721587793137316</id><published>2007-11-28T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:25:21.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness...Where are you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve achieved many things for the past one year and all these achievements brings me to something that I’ve least expected. I’ve wanted to own a laptop for almost a year now and finally I got it on Diwali. I’ve been promoted to the assistant manager post in the student ad agency. It’s definitely one of my goals to achieve it but I got promoted sooner than I predicted. Now that dad’s business has been doing well, I don’t have to worry about financial issues anymore. There were times that I used to skip meals so that I will have enough money to survive. And now, everything is being taken care of. Not forgetting that I’m doing quite well in my studies too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All these achievements and stability in life has definitely taken away some of my worries. However, I do realize that happiness is moving further away from me. Sometimes, I wonder if I still know how to enjoy life. It’s like I don’t know how to laugh anymore. In fact, even a smile seems impossible. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Life moves on a fast lane, even if you slow down someone would probably knock you down (I can’t remember where I heard this quote from). But hey, it is very true. Neither can I slow down nor give up. In order to achieve my goals in life, I have no choice but to sacrifice a lot of things. And I wonder if one of that is Happiness??&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember when was I really happy. Well, I do hang out with friends everyday but I always have so many things going on in my mind that I forget to sit back and relax. There’s just so much of pain in me that I don’t know how to let it out. I really wished that someone could just bring me somewhere away from this hectic lifestyle and make me happy. Just a day would be enough because all I want is to be happy even if it’s just for a short while. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I’m thinking now? Wouldn’t it be cool if I could teleport myself to somewhere nobody knows me…erm…maybe not. Well people, don’t take this blog as a depressing one. I’m just so tired but I don’t want to complain to anyone. So here&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am expressing myself in words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-5351721587793137316?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/5351721587793137316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=5351721587793137316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5351721587793137316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/5351721587793137316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happinesswhere-are-you.html' title='Happiness...Where are you??'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-919312173899371927</id><published>2007-11-17T23:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:13:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Calculator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/cadaver" style="background: transparent url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/684/156/cadaver.jzq90rczzw.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 395px; height: 184px; padding-top: 121px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;$4675.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;A calculator that is able to calculate one's body value. Seems interesting. Well, pardon me for saying this, but all these while i thought only people in certain profession gets paid for their body. But now, with this easy tool, anyone can know how much is their body worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mine worths only $4675.00 or should i say "Wow! That's a lot!"...hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it for fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/online_dating/sacramento/california"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-919312173899371927?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/919312173899371927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=919312173899371927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/919312173899371927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/919312173899371927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/11/ultimate-calculator.html' title='The Ultimate Calculator'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-2285559721448571957</id><published>2007-11-17T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:12:07.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil disguising as Cupid! Will it Work?</title><content type='html'>I think i did something good today. Well, it's not charity, neither did i help a blind man to cross the road. Wondering what is that GOOD thing i did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was chatting with my ex-school mate today. I had promised him that i'll introduce a girl to him as he doesnt have a girlfriend. So today, as i was chatting with him, another close friend of mine happened to be online. So well, the Devil's evil mind started working and decided to be a cupid for once. So yeah, after persuading both of them, the Devil sort of introduced them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that the Devil might ruin the chemistry between them, Devil gave a lame excuse and left the conversation. The two then started chatting and chatting till God Knows When.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PERFECT PLAN &amp;amp; PERFECT TIMING!! Just hope they get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done a good deed today. Getting nearer to Heaven. Muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-2285559721448571957?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/2285559721448571957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=2285559721448571957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2285559721448571957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/2285559721448571957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/11/devil-disguising-as-cupid-will-it-work.html' title='Devil disguising as Cupid! Will it Work?'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-9019938819671513703</id><published>2007-10-19T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:22:55.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Takde life...</title><content type='html'>"Update lah"...this is what i hear where ever i go.&lt;br /&gt;Updating a blog seems to be more imporatnt than completing my assignments. Well, not that i don't want to update my blog, just that i can't find anything interesting to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh...damn...that shows how "takde life" am i currently. People go on vacation during college breaks whereas i spend my break at home. It is nice because i get to spend time at home with my family but then to think of it, i'm becoming "katak di bawah tempurung". No sufficient exposure to the outside world...damn..that's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, i've made my decision. My next blog will be posted with pictures and the content will be about some place or...anything except myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-9019938819671513703?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/9019938819671513703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=9019938819671513703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/9019938819671513703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/9019938819671513703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/10/takde-life.html' title='Takde life...'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</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-3920951016917377735.post-1899338124759731956</id><published>2007-10-04T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:57:11.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Everywhere!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Your closest friend will usually be your greatest enemy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Correct me if i'm wrong but i think most of you will agree to it. It makes me wonder is that why there's a saying that goes "Keep your enemies closer to you". A lot of things happened recently and it made me realise who are my true friends and who are those that i should maintain a distance with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics happen everywhere and one should know how to handle it. But on the other hand, i totally disagree that one should just fake themself in order to save their own ass. You wanna call it survival skill?? Well, i call it two-faced Bit**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that many people would rather not get involved in politics because its like digging your own grave. But then, when you know something wrong is happening, don't tell me you just want to keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect this friend of mine (name shall not be mentioned). i would like to thank her for standing up for me today, I might be at fault too but when she realised somethings were not right, she stood up for me. Unlike some people, despite knowing the truth, just chose to be in silent mode. I don't blame anyone in this because its again about saving your own ass. But one thing i would lie to say "I HAVE NO MORE RESPECT FOR THESE PEOPLE"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little advice: Politics happen. But handle it in a proper manner. You wouldnt wanna be too loud when there's something wrong going on, because being loud, in another word, is jumping into a pool knowing that you will drown. Erm...does that make sense? I hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-1899338124759731956?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/1899338124759731956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=1899338124759731956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/1899338124759731956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/1899338124759731956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/10/politics-everywhere.html' title='Politics Everywhere!!!'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3920951016917377735.post-7410113960990185839</id><published>2007-09-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:28:37.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you're bored? Would you sit on the couch and watch CSI on Astro, which probably have been repeated a dozen times? Or would you spend hours thinking of your other half, who would probably be having a great time with his/her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you consider blogging?" This was what my friend (a blogger) told me. Well, not the exact phrase but it contained the similar meaning. In fact, she is my inspiration to start blogging.Erm...atleast that is what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is blogging...there are famous bloggers like Kenny Sia and Jeff Ooi and there are also people who blog for fun like my friends. I have been exposed to many blogs and there were times when i really wanted to try blogging too. But due to lack of confidence and my poor writing skill, i've always stopped myself from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am today on the 28th of September, 2007 (Friday)...typing my first official blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't promise interesting, happening blog like Mr Kenny...but it will definitely be ME. In another word, my blog will be something that's very Me..am i crapping?? Well..that's all for now folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3920951016917377735-7410113960990185839?l=devil-lucy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/feeds/7410113960990185839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3920951016917377735&amp;postID=7410113960990185839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7410113960990185839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3920951016917377735/posts/default/7410113960990185839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devil-lucy.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Devil in Disguise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15606678739364958336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
