<?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-6239385</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:41:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No name</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-2328900588533551903</id><published>2008-03-24T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:48:31.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syukur</title><summary type='text'>I escaped cancer...long story.Something worth to actually blog about, the experience.but not now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/2328900588533551903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/2328900588533551903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2328900588533551903' title='syukur'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-755584047471868576</id><published>2007-07-13T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:31:52.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye?</title><summary type='text'>My time here is up...moving to greener pastures they say. I dont know bout that yet. Sadness is sinking in for i have to leave these beautiful people behind but it also  feels good to leave this shitty management.  Overwhelmed with mix emotions.2.5 years suddenly feels so short now. I've made real friends here and they are for keeps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/755584047471868576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/755584047471868576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#755584047471868576' title='goodbye?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-7147066410021194835</id><published>2007-07-09T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:43:44.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can feel blood rushing through my eyes, my nose and my ears, figuratively speaking....thats how bad it is.A lil more patience will do me good, thats all im asking to keep me going.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/7147066410021194835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/7147066410021194835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7147066410021194835' title=''/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-1128877372589143598</id><published>2007-04-06T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:25:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak softly</title><summary type='text'>It's just funny how a person who obviously has got the upper hand over the whole situation can just waltzed around without a tad bit of realization on how the other person is holding on despite the pain and misery that they are going thru. That's just how it works. Now, i don't think its funny, i think it is sad.You need to master the art of hiding your pain, anger, bitterness and all that is not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/1128877372589143598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/1128877372589143598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1128877372589143598' title='Speak softly'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-2175952996099174796</id><published>2007-03-16T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:02:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper shoes</title><summary type='text'>I want this and this and this...- New set of songs on my mp3- Heroes chapter 10 onwards- A good book, still searching for scar tissue thou- New pair of glasses and a wallet- and...the long awaited, Birkenstock! after contemplating it for too long and looking at it on a daily basis on the net and doing much calculation, I've decided to buy it now that the boutique is opened in bangsar.I don't shop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/2175952996099174796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/2175952996099174796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2175952996099174796' title='Paper shoes'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-116737239172742564</id><published>2006-12-29T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:06:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two oh oh sucks</title><summary type='text'>2006, a year not worth reminiscing at all.2007, make up for all the lost time.And here's to nina, thou tmrw you'll be someone's wife...still you are one of my support system, always will be! Happy for the both of you coz i know u have had it the hard way and finally things are falling into pieces like you've always imagine it would be.Promise, no early morning breaking down calls to you next year</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/116737239172742564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/116737239172742564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116737239172742564' title='two oh oh sucks'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-116418299007760800</id><published>2006-11-22T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:09:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little L</title><summary type='text'>Pretending that i never went to school to avoid thinking and deciding.A no brainer just for a bit.I could end up with a smash in my heart...again and again, so i prolonged and being indecisive is better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/116418299007760800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/116418299007760800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116418299007760800' title='Little L'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-116037346393413494</id><published>2006-10-09T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:57:43.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on board</title><summary type='text'>My life schedule *gah*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/116037346393413494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/116037346393413494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116037346393413494' title='Life on board'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-115994939895458714</id><published>2006-10-04T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:09:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emptiness</title><summary type='text'>ESTELLA : Say there was a little girl. And from the time she could understand, she was taught to fear. Say she was taught to fear daylight. She was taught it was her enemy, that it would hurt her. And then one sunny day...you ask her to go outside and play, and she won't.Can you be angry at her?FINN : I knew that girl, saw the light in her eyes. That's still what I see.ESTELLA : We are who we are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115994939895458714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115994939895458714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115994939895458714' title='emptiness'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-115856469197086485</id><published>2006-09-18T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T15:31:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Said sadly</title><summary type='text'>Falling asleep is a chore and waking up in the morning is monsterous. The feeling of tumbling tummy and expecting that everything will be dandy but who am i kidding...just myself. I wonder how it feels like to be waking up contented?At times when i feel that the burden is pilling up...i'll hide myself in the toilet and sob my eyes out. Emotional baggage is sometimes the heaviest. At other times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115856469197086485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115856469197086485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115856469197086485' title='...Said sadly'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-115139998951321288</id><published>2006-06-27T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:19:49.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Num. 1</title><summary type='text'>I used to have this feeling that weekend do wonders. You were my favourite moment, you were my saturday.A good friend told me today to write/bitch or watever...emo post? be it! Thank youI miss my 7979 terribly...yes i still go teary eyed when the thought of it crossed my mind *sigh* Im scared of driving now, i had the car last weekend but i didnt go far. dd, apple of my eye. Pics of him is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115139998951321288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115139998951321288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115139998951321288' title='Num. 1'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-115044588555365400</id><published>2006-06-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:47:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little miss more or less</title><summary type='text'>I've bottled up everything inside, hence this redundant blog but today i've decided that it's time for me to vent out a lil. Things for me has been going thru a major/minor turbulence since the year started. Greatness.For all the things that happened, i realized loads of things. Im very grateful for the little lovely frens that i have and the beautiful parents that brought me to life. I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115044588555365400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/115044588555365400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115044588555365400' title='Little miss more or less'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-114897541731309114</id><published>2006-05-30T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:50:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All at lost</title><summary type='text'>My 3 months old car was stolen last sunday.I try again to get up...This time i splayed and flayed!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114897541731309114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114897541731309114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114897541731309114' title='All at lost'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-114706305509237754</id><published>2006-05-08T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:30:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams do come true...?</title><summary type='text'>If all these is a delusion, then im delusional...i wish i am anyway, so that one day i'll wake and say "oh its only a delusion or a dream!" Good things happen to good people...so they say la kan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114706305509237754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114706305509237754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114706305509237754' title='dreams do come true...?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-114361913900986021</id><published>2006-03-29T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:58:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>When you've given all you've gotAnd you're feeling overcomeWhen you're back's against the wallThere's no one left to call, call meWhen you're feeling like you've lostWhen all your hope is goneAnd the bridge above the riverIs only the beginning of your fall ~Words just get into the way, Richard Ashcroft</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114361913900986021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114361913900986021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114361913900986021' title='...'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-114197957263003812</id><published>2006-03-10T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:33:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick one</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday nina, that's today and Happy birthday Zetty that's for tmrw. Love you guys to bits and pieces!xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114197957263003812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/114197957263003812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114197957263003812' title='a quick one'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-113815906025174555</id><published>2006-01-25T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:32:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss misery</title><summary type='text'>Im wasting my time on Nip/Tuck season 3, bugging navin to d/l everything fast. I was hooked on season 1&amp;2 long time ago so i thot that was it...but the curtain hasnt fallen yet. Thank god for cheap dvds. Its either dvds or books now, how dull!Since new year, only stillness came around...it has gotten in me somehow. But on the other hand, i've switched teams. happiness. Good riddance to bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/113815906025174555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/113815906025174555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113815906025174555' title='miss misery'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-113583070326802931</id><published>2005-12-29T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:30:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2006</title><summary type='text'>Huge laughs and smiley hearts please...cause im missing that and you all the most! my cowboy birthday hat, jo's pressie for me...haha All taken at her xmas party...Pictures will do for now, dari saya yang pemalas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/113583070326802931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/113583070326802931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113583070326802931' title='hello 2006'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-113212335640080858</id><published>2005-11-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:42:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything all at once</title><summary type='text'>It's been too long i guess. Astray...the right word for what's happening to this blog.   Had a long leave recently for hari raya and got back to the office trying hard to remember how work was done, trying to login with forgotten passwords, how lame can all these be? It took little time to be refreshed, like a flick of a switch it got back to normal with work pilling and datelines to watch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/113212335640080858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/113212335640080858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113212335640080858' title='everything all at once'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-112839846130849032</id><published>2005-10-04T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:01:01.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><summary type='text'>Had many many hapenings for the last few weeks. Anger and frustration, happiness and elation. And now Happy Puasa-ing you lovely people. That includes you all who are not obligated but still gonna join in the fun! xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112839846130849032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112839846130849032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112839846130849032' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-112444325667554514</id><published>2005-08-19T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:25:38.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been? hehe</title><summary type='text'>Ah and you say "finally she's updating!" i wasnt being lazy but was tremendously caught up with work. No, seriously...pls do not laugh! Now im experiencing what work stress is all about. With datelines to meet and a bitchy team leader to please. Thank god for my insane collig that kept me sane all these while. We recuperate after work by going for dinners/bitching sessions and also few birthday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112444325667554514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112444325667554514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112444325667554514' title='How long has it been? hehe'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-112115650618597278</id><published>2005-07-12T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T09:47:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gudbai lah!</title><summary type='text'>I've got muses to write today, free time in betweens, can shake legs a lil. To date, im getting comfy here, with colorful people. But lately all the good people are leaving. Like today, its amy's last day at his company. Being him, my friends has got soft spots for him, they asked him out for a farewell lunch. Nevertheless i'll still be seeing him every other day lah! Then its sheila's last day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112115650618597278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112115650618597278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112115650618597278' title='Gudbai lah!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-112011490814564713</id><published>2005-06-30T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:01:48.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazily sad</title><summary type='text'>I was all happy last week, madness was in me. A feeling that is nice to be kept but came sunday that feeling was gone. Gotta start seeing things thru a teary eyes back again...nothing's new with me, except for work. Im liking the little breaks and the long lunches that we frequently have and in between im occupied with work in a fun kinda way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112011490814564713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/112011490814564713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112011490814564713' title='crazily sad'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111839222435075012</id><published>2005-06-10T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:38:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrically correct</title><summary type='text'>Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth/Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt/Still a little hard to say what's going onStill a little bit of your ghost your witness/Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed/You step a little closer EACH DAY/Still I can't SAY what's going onStones taught me to fly/Love taught me to lie/Life taught me to dieSo it's not hard to fall/When you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111839222435075012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111839222435075012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111839222435075012' title='Lyrically correct'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111820049657483717</id><published>2005-06-08T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:14:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck sms.ac!</title><summary type='text'>Registered user of sms.ac? If you are...pretty please with a cherry on top, go delete your account! They have ways...evil ways to steal your money. I registered like so long ago, took for granted by just clicking the button when invited and being happy as a sleeping user, used nothing of its functions. Suddenly for the past one month, out of the blue i've been receiving daily smses bout people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111820049657483717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111820049657483717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111820049657483717' title='Fuck sms.ac!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111770744685293805</id><published>2005-06-02T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:19:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hancur hati ku, mengenang Dewa...</title><summary type='text'>3 weeks here has been good, training will end next week, then only the tough will get going. Have been trying to digest everything at my own pace and hopefully i don't mess up when doin the real thing. It's different from what i've been doin the last time, definitely im learning major² new stuff and also fimiliarizing how the publishing world work here and everywhere else in the world. Thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111770744685293805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111770744685293805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111770744685293805' title='Hancur hati ku, mengenang Dewa...'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111649485729471118</id><published>2005-05-19T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:27:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.E</title><summary type='text'>Hello humanoids! Its the 4th day at my new place and im getting on with it quite alright. In the morning i don't sulk that much now in trying to get up and i take time to get ready for work with a tad of colours on my face...that is so new! Cant say much bout this job yet as i'll be in training for the next 2 weeks then we'll know. On the 1st day with all and the induction goin on, meeting new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111649485729471118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111649485729471118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111649485729471118' title='P.E'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111475792793925050</id><published>2005-04-29T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:58:47.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye TMR&amp;D</title><summary type='text'>It's the 29th today, i'll bid goodbye to this office, this cubicle...my nutshell that i've been hidding for almost 3 years. Everyday was a routine, signed myself and plopped on my chair and ignore my surroundings. Got used of staying mute and speaking unconsciously loud on the phone. Going bonkers but i survived, the result it made me  into an ignorant being who one day might lose the ability to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111475792793925050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111475792793925050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111475792793925050' title='Bye TMR&amp;D'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111354444326032981</id><published>2005-04-15T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:00:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*phew*</title><summary type='text'>A redundant blog, that's what it is. So now i feel the need of sharing some happenings of my so little life. Almost everything is kindly falling back into its right place. Sighs are slowly changing to a relief, im cracking a smile once in awhile and i just wanna feel so fine, thats all. It took all my effort to settle everything and it is all so worth it. I know all these while, i've been bugging</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111354444326032981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111354444326032981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111354444326032981' title='*phew*'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111207141325491042</id><published>2005-03-29T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:43:33.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperManicWoman</title><summary type='text'>Its been awhile eh? Muses were all a frustration. There were times i went thru eposides of funny² feelings. I shed bucket of tears out of a sudden, i know it scares you or mebbe even bore you but to me its purely therapeutic. The laughter i made will definitely come along with precautions...it might be jinxed, i might be in tears again tmrw. So i said, don't make me laugh so hard again...for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111207141325491042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111207141325491042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111207141325491042' title='SuperManicWoman'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111078814006618276</id><published>2005-03-14T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:35:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will only tell</title><summary type='text'>A friend told me today that im making things hard on myself, partially he's right. I do worry, i do get very uncertain, often to fickled to make a decision as often as all these happen...i'll still be laughing, tho at times i do pretend. All i want is for the phone to ring and my mails to be replied...nothing more, nothing else, nothing less! Its taking all my effort to be this worried and trying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111078814006618276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111078814006618276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111078814006618276' title='Time will only tell'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-111043283476080398</id><published>2005-03-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T13:55:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10&amp;11</title><summary type='text'>Birthdays alert!!! Nina &amp; Zetty, Happy Happy Birthday today and tmrw, one day each. xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111043283476080398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/111043283476080398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111043283476080398' title='10&amp;11'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110964506576698551</id><published>2005-03-01T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T10:44:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good move with high risk</title><summary type='text'>Set my priorities. Make the final decision. Fill up the form. Struggle for my future like crazy. Eliminate extra burden.Yes, not the best laid plans in the world but its sumthing that i need to do or else i'll still be stuck with what i have now and not be settled and complain and complain and realize how talk can be so cheap. Will take baby steps and hope to stay stronger just for a little while</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110964506576698551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110964506576698551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110964506576698551' title='Good move with high risk'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110913273329131095</id><published>2005-02-23T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:48:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><summary type='text'>You thought stuff like this happens in other people's life or only in TV. I was so wrong, mebbe what she did was a mistake, trying to fight for her dear life, a close relative of mine encountered death in a sad way!"Jangan berani sangat", i hear that a lot... watch my back! watch everything! note to self! *shivers*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110913273329131095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110913273329131095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110913273329131095' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110897453225706652</id><published>2005-02-21T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:28:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London? Paris? Penang je kot...</title><summary type='text'>Gee...after yesterday, there's constant hearing of friends going for their much awaited holidays. Few had it all planned nicely and some was very impromtu, i got to know that tickets have been bought in between chats..."bla bla bla...owh nad, im goin to osaka this september!" damn you! aisey, jeles gua! Money talks, bullshit walks i guess...mebbe my time will come next year kot...there's always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110897453225706652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110897453225706652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110897453225706652' title='London? Paris? Penang je kot...'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110882849753437543</id><published>2005-02-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:54:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><summary type='text'>Hullo...reaching you all from starbucks mont kiara! Abusing shuvit's mac by updating! heheh...nothing much, we're just hanging out and listening to them talking cock, thats it...shall wait for laiim to arrive, which i know will take awhile. Daaaa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110882849753437543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110882849753437543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110882849753437543' title='Quickie'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110861044417815900</id><published>2005-02-17T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T11:53:14.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><summary type='text'>Mungkinkah bila kubertanya pada bintang-bintangDan bila kumulai merasa bahasa kesunyianSadarkah aku yang berjalan dalam kehampaanTerdiam terpana terbata semua dalam keraguanAku dan semua yang terluka karena kitaAku kan menghilang dalam gelap malamLepas ku melayangBiarlah kubertanya pada bintang-bintangTentang arti kitaDalam mimpi yang sempurna- PeterpanI don't dream beautifully anymore nowadays..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110861044417815900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110861044417815900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110861044417815900' title='Dream a little dream'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110844788916418195</id><published>2005-02-15T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T14:13:32.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in the suit that you wear</title><summary type='text'>Now since im so lost for work...i just remembered that i have a blog! heheWork is like work, life is like always the same and now the word tired is always at the tip of my tounge. I have a part time roomie and she keeps me awake at nite and fight over who'll have to wake up first in the morning and the funny pillow talks that we have, last nite was..."nad, can u imagine if i got married wit this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110844788916418195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110844788916418195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844788916418195' title='All in the suit that you wear'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110733269851118014</id><published>2005-02-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:47:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><summary type='text'>Refuse to kneel upon the sight you chose to see....Shutting myself up, sleep!nites!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110733269851118014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110733269851118014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110733269851118014' title='Tired'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110612674834314306</id><published>2005-01-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:36:03.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somber</title><summary type='text'>Long break, long slow drive...*sigh* i've gotten myself into a mess with the authority! haha...sounds like drama? to me its nothing big la, they've issued an arrest warrant against me for 3 offences where one was bogus. I questioned and started to argue with my dad so when he uttered the word "you don't argue and pls listen to me..." i know he's angry! "you listen to me" means they are angry! :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110612674834314306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110612674834314306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110612674834314306' title='somber'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110568402883949380</id><published>2005-01-14T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T16:28:02.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secretly searching</title><summary type='text'>Randomly look at your friend's profile in friendster and see the "Suggested searches in x's network" column, you'll find all sorts...mine was yucky, i was laughing.  huhuu...weekend's up! happy saturday sunday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110568402883949380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110568402883949380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110568402883949380' title='secretly searching'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110550054714158550</id><published>2005-01-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:02:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come and go</title><summary type='text'>I blog too little too late sometimes, now let see...last week was actually surreal. The four of us met and sat and had dinner. It was unplanned, the last time we did such a thing, according to nina, was after SPM...somehow i dont remember the bits of it. That nite, few other friends joined us...the feeling was nice. Seeing zetty being all prim and proper and jo being her usual self and there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110550054714158550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110550054714158550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550054714158550' title='come and go'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110481318269302109</id><published>2005-01-04T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:03:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*grin*</title><summary type='text'>I got a teddy, it made me feel so dandy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110481318269302109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110481318269302109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110481318269302109' title='*grin*'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110446352140922408</id><published>2004-12-31T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:37:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco 2005?</title><summary type='text'>A slow friday with a very chill weather, im contemplating wheter to take off now or stay on till the bell rings. Being the last day of the 2004 and everyone i see are pretty caught up in making their resolutions and the list of the dos and the donts for next year. Sometimes resolution fails me as i tend to procrastinate or forget about it all along. Matters such as cutting on the sticks, healthy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110446352140922408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110446352140922408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110446352140922408' title='Disco 2005?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110422078480790213</id><published>2004-12-28T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:59:44.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><summary type='text'>The fimiliar road where my lifetime passage to get to my auntie's place in tg bungah, to go eat the best mee hoon singapore or even to go shop at the one and only MNG boutique in penang. The aftermath...Boats in the middle of the road, cars trampling by the road sides, an unexpected site. My school holidays were always spent sleeping over in tg bungah, walking to the beach and having dinner by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110422078480790213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110422078480790213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110422078480790213' title='Touched'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110411938148671239</id><published>2004-12-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:55:10.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance isn't bliss afterall...</title><summary type='text'>The b'day dinner was great! finally got to meet Nick and the rest of Jo's family. Ages since i last saw them. Zain, her brother now 14, he's soo tall! i said to him, "i used to carry you when u were a baby" It made me feel so like an auntie² saying that! Anyways, it was nice catching up annually with her...seeing that everyone was still the same friendly people as last time albeit her sibblings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110411938148671239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110411938148671239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110411938148671239' title='Ignorance isn&apos;t bliss afterall...'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110361023772594249</id><published>2004-12-21T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:23:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of bdays and aches</title><summary type='text'>Most weighty part of everything...efforts and thoughts. And in return, such a simple word is all it takes, even when you have to say it repeatedly. Does it hurt to do so?  Jo is back, gonna meet her later for her birthday dinner, can't wait!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110361023772594249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110361023772594249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361023772594249' title='Of bdays and aches'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110300291703637599</id><published>2004-12-14T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:10:15.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to you!</title><summary type='text'>My mind is on you today, Nur Farina...Im not gonna go on and on bout how long we've known each other, coz i know the numbers will keep on counting. During times when i was studying out of penang, and that time also emails and messengers weren't that big, still whenever holidays come, we'll try to make time for each other, you, me and eboo. Then suddenly out of the blue, she dropped a bomb. Her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110300291703637599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110300291703637599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300291703637599' title='Dedicated to you!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110258072819015982</id><published>2004-12-09T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T10:52:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour of love</title><summary type='text'>Not often i discuss my personal experience over here. I dun talk much bout boyfriends, relationships, break ups and making ups, u get me right? The whole deal of being in love or even out of love. All the sugar coated talks that makes your knees trembles and dun forget the butterflies in the tummy thingy. Oh ok let's skip the mushy-mushy part...all i wanna say is that, im glad to get myself out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110258072819015982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110258072819015982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110258072819015982' title='Labour of love'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110205531257511362</id><published>2004-12-03T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T14:33:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo-la-la</title><summary type='text'>Tonite it's futsal nite after so long, Ramadhan break plus the raya hols. Am gonna see a new fimiliar face, swear i'll try not to laugh. I'll try...*grin* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110205531257511362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110205531257511362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205531257511362' title='Oo-la-la'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-110119368491096620</id><published>2004-11-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:08:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The waltz</title><summary type='text'>"Nak raya, nak raya...dah raya dah pon!" My mum's all time usual saying on 1st day of Syawal. I was home for 11 long days, everyday was so busy like crazy, being the only kid, what brother? no brother!...i was left with some responsibilities, but i managed. Managing time properly in penang is a must! Last minute shopping were done. Then the rituals, visiting the cemetary, breaking fast at Line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110119368491096620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/110119368491096620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110119368491096620' title='The waltz'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109998007536494935</id><published>2004-11-09T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T14:01:15.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal</title><summary type='text'>When u think that everything will fall into place when u think it should be...otherwise could happen. When u think that nothing can mess up the day that u think should be pretty then the thinking is wrong. To think to plan, the plan might just fuck up when the day comes. Be impulsive, thats the only way that won't let you down. My thoughts of last weekend...i turned a new number with nothing much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109998007536494935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109998007536494935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109998007536494935' title='Syawal'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109964224318975538</id><published>2004-11-05T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:16:36.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspector DD</title><summary type='text'>We tried to walk the cat, so man bought him a leash! Clad in a wickedly handsome camouflage leash...got style this cat ok! Trying to make him get used to it by making him do practice walk round the house. Later, took him out one floor down, he got scared, had to put him in his voyager all the way down to the carpark, let him loose still he failed to take a stroll instead he let himself loose from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109964224318975538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109964224318975538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109964224318975538' title='Inspector DD'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109902407325927762</id><published>2004-10-29T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:41:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS?</title><summary type='text'>I have very little im so not settled.I get agitated oh so fucken easily...its really a disturb!And also i should stop eating the same food day in day out for berbuka, for the past few days it has been rice with the same dishes, curry puff and popiah and curry puff and popiah to wash all that down will be our DIY air bandung soda...which i don't mind having everyday! sedap!Now im craving for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109902407325927762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109902407325927762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109902407325927762' title='PMS?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109868843746813588</id><published>2004-10-25T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T15:13:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot</title><summary type='text'>DD the fat lazy cat was very! very! notty last nite, *shy* but still what he did was very funny thou. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109868843746813588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109868843746813588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109868843746813588' title='shoot'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109834481639433918</id><published>2004-10-21T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:34:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.H.I.T err and E</title><summary type='text'>After breaking fast last nite, instead of the usual lazing around and lets get fat activities...we went out to see dodgeball. My bladder could've burst for laughing too much and two words on ben stiller...macam sial! some random piccies from my singapore trip...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109834481639433918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109834481639433918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109834481639433918' title='W.H.I.T err and E'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109808107620394344</id><published>2004-10-18T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:15:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.31 pm</title><summary type='text'>I reached home at 3 am this morning and its amazing that im here at work on a monday morning whilst my eyelids are goin all droopy...i'll brave thru, a few more hours to go to find food.I was home for a short two day but its a satisfactory. Managed to spent daytime with my parents, we went to look for flooring tiles for the house and also the new Toyota Avanza which was selling like hot cakes! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109808107620394344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109808107620394344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109808107620394344' title='2.31 pm'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109782116601284651</id><published>2004-10-15T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:33:19.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralalalat</title><summary type='text'>You know what excites me...bazaar ramadhan hopping! drooling over all the food and excessive buying, i'll try to avoid that. I've made plans for sahur with friends back home already, berbuka will be save for my parents. *yippy* good food awaits! Mind me, Ramadhan doesn't evolve around good food alone ey! Try tu make it as fulfill as ever with a happy heart! and mind you! what's ur problem over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109782116601284651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109782116601284651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109782116601284651' title='tralalalat'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109763489978214456</id><published>2004-10-13T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:34:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My condolonces</title><summary type='text'>Its 2 days to Ramadhan! Am going back this friday solely coz i wanna be wit my parents for at least two days of berbuka, then i'll have to face the crappiest food ever that i have to stomach daily till im back in penang again. Talking bout parents, i really hope Nawi is coping well with the passing of his dad last sunday. Having met his cool+jovial dad a few times, I couldn't believe my ears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109763489978214456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109763489978214456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109763489978214456' title='My condolonces'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109720330919957516</id><published>2004-10-08T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:41:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it smiling?</title><summary type='text'>Im really getting so self absorbed with The Da Vinci Code i rarely watch TV now. A late starter, bz with this and that till last few days that i really put myslef down and ponder the pages. Jo gave me the official site, so now i can let my imagination go wild and be contented! There's explanations on all the clues along with pictures, shall not surf into details or else the ending will be dull </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109720330919957516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109720330919957516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109720330919957516' title='Why is it smiling?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109712264668315301</id><published>2004-10-07T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:29:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinnacle of happiness</title><summary type='text'>They made me happy like a 12 year old kid last sunday, yes we went up to genting! Holding on to Man's words, finally had paid off and it is a dear diary moment or shud i say, dear blogger moment hehe...I thot Ina had something else that day but she came anyways, lucky me i shud say coz the guys chicken out on almost all the heart pounding rides and 3 cheers for Ina for her willingness to teman me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109712264668315301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109712264668315301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109712264668315301' title='Pinnacle of happiness'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109653301257357594</id><published>2004-09-30T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:34:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One hectic week</title><summary type='text'>Owh now im back being desk bound again. Singapore was so nice but tiring. I had an equal share of eating, shopping, walking and training all at once. I wanted to extend the trip and walk around till i feel the ache but i just cant! I was trying to walk up and down Orchard Road with my eyes closed but i just can't resist the temptation but to step into almost every malls that were sprawled there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109653301257357594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109653301257357594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109653301257357594' title='One hectic week'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109591475062856366</id><published>2004-09-23T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:51:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't easy!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a fucked up day for me. Took time off to get my passport done and i seriously in need for it by friday. So first i went running to my dad, my superhero! my saviour! Lucky thing he's here and i got what i wanted from him but the only thing i don't have is my birth cert. I was worried, i know i've reached the age that my birth cert shud be in my hands, but i trust my mum better with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109591475062856366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109591475062856366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109591475062856366' title='It wasn&apos;t easy!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109575033955592095</id><published>2004-09-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:39:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Seeing my dad with a bag full of medicine after his usual check ups at IJN breaks my heart. He's totally dependant on all those pills but i thank God, he's healthy.What doesn't kill me makes me stronger...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109575033955592095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109575033955592095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109575033955592095' title='...'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109532524162287396</id><published>2004-09-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:07:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never give up eh?</title><summary type='text'>The observatory was canceled last nite, no permit they said. We almost went! Fickle/alien whichever, same person! u dubbed me a bi-atch on my long-long ago post...do u want a thank you? i'll say anyway...i know it'll make ur day, big thanks yah! I mind mine and you mind yours ok! business that is. i dun like attracting pest! *yucky*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109532524162287396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109532524162287396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532524162287396' title='never give up eh?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109523276974441376</id><published>2004-09-15T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:23:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn piss</title><summary type='text'>Last night, this morning and till now im still upset at someone. I've realized how i don't kiss and tell anymore when my feelings are at stake. But tonite, i'll make sure things are straighten out, not by me thou! Later we're going out to watch The Observatory...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109523276974441376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109523276974441376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109523276974441376' title='Damn piss'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109514431276122386</id><published>2004-09-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:41:45.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broadband service</title><summary type='text'>Pity watching u all trying to connect to the net using the bluetooth dongle via gprs last nite. Here something excerpted from a mail that i received just now, stating the outcomes from the Telekom's CEO visit last friday. One of it he said "All homes to have access to broadband services". Soon you all soon, fret not...hehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109514431276122386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109514431276122386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109514431276122386' title='broadband service'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109513744039230853</id><published>2004-09-14T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:02:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookit! Lookit</title><summary type='text'>An increase of rm1.10 for a pack of 20's and 60 cents for the 10's and in between both of these figures for a 14's ma chau hai!, now you hear me curse. I'll go by the carton, thanks to Nawi for i'll make him buy my monthly supplies of these dreadful sticks that doesn't bring me any good only more zits and stained teeth. Talking bout zits, i got beauty tips from the guys last night! hehe they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109513744039230853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109513744039230853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109513744039230853' title='Lookit! Lookit'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109504707398396954</id><published>2004-09-13T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:58:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl talk</title><summary type='text'>Funny how i was talking to suzy on the phone a week earlier bout us not seeing each other for so long and there last saturday i bumped into her at Muhibah restaurant. The thing i like most when meeting up with 2-3 months lost friends is the updates that they'll feed me. Our conversation took over my meal power coz i was chatting more than i was eating and later realised, hell that was a very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109504707398396954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109504707398396954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109504707398396954' title='Girl talk'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109480443815080121</id><published>2004-09-10T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T16:52:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slow friday...</title><summary type='text'>Today wasn't just right. Monotonous, as always but with and extra kick unlike any other day. Came to work early coz this Dato' CE came to visit this morning, some telekom big shot with a name like that, boy i wonder why. Everyone was smartly dress with their ties and jackets. I have one, a maroon coloured jacket and it has my name sewn on it but its just hanging here waiting to be worn. His visit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109480443815080121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109480443815080121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109480443815080121' title='A slow friday...'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109454269004388903</id><published>2004-09-07T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T08:54:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god! sale's over!</title><summary type='text'>Friday nite met up with laiim, we had drinks and talked bout this and that since i haven't seen her for weeks. She stayed over at my place, after Carlos...the place that nite was so packed, till they ran out of glasses. Saturday i did many lovely things! The newly-weds, liza and chubby pick me up for OU. My intention was only to hang out with them and catch up before she flies off to penang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109454269004388903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109454269004388903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109454269004388903' title='Thank god! sale&apos;s over!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109420422476908386</id><published>2004-09-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:37:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportations...why?</title><summary type='text'>I totally have forgotten all about it, suddenly it came again but i wasn't prepared! Right now, my current mood is, wanna hit head on the wall *gedegang*. Will just have to wait within 5 working days mebbe to be rejected again? Not sure about all these but my hopes aren't rocket high thou :| </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109420422476908386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109420422476908386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420422476908386' title='Transportations...why?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109411364225300340</id><published>2004-09-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T16:27:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PGL-Go see!</title><summary type='text'>Last nite, we caught Puteri Gunung Ledang by luck. Tickets were sold out but we asked anyways, there was unclaimed pre-printed tickets, so we didnt know where our seats were exactly. I know its gonna be somewhere near the screen, near indeed...right smack in my face! yeah first row seats, nothing much can be done. Furthermore we had to split. Sitting alone, i know i'll get confuse big time.Im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109411364225300340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109411364225300340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109411364225300340' title='PGL-Go see!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109401504786589856</id><published>2004-09-01T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:14:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catster</title><summary type='text'>I was fussing on something for DD....half of my morning was gone...hehe. He shall not be left out as all his human buddies has got a friendster or watever that's along the line. Check him out! Blardy cute eh, this whole frenziness...Merdeka eve, i had orange juice they had wine...that's how i spent it over at nina's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109401504786589856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109401504786589856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109401504786589856' title='Catster'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109385512014056072</id><published>2004-08-30T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:38:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice blanded anyone?</title><summary type='text'>Daoh came to visit last nite, a favourite friendly face from my past that will always be. He said lets go out for drinks, i said ok! His idea of having drinks was some place outside of puchong but to me it should be some where between 1km radius from my house. He started to nag but i suceed in staying between that radar. So i took him to a cafe near home with its golfing theme in and out but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109385512014056072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109385512014056072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109385512014056072' title='ice blanded anyone?'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109359879114173371</id><published>2004-08-27T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:30:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.I.N.G</title><summary type='text'>Could've been a long weekend, but i've chose to work this coming monday. It's still a planless weekend and merdeka day. I refuse to daoh's invitation for genting tmrw nite...he knows asking me was a waste of time coz i'll be the last person standing who would wanna go there tmrw. Im sure he'll have his good time there *pop* u not ok! ;)So that you all know...i've never been to genting before! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109359879114173371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109359879114173371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109359879114173371' title='B.O.R.I.N.G'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109332775937310246</id><published>2004-08-24T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:09:19.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She had to go</title><summary type='text'>Bothered too much to have your little heart crush in return? Couldn't be bothered but still bothers? Skip this misery and hearts will be cherish!Al-Fatihah for Aunty Nah, she's no more here to hug me everytime we meet, to laugh and talk to me bout anything. Glad that i dropped by to see her the last time i was down and bought her cheese cakes and gave her my last hug, i shud've known. And the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109332775937310246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109332775937310246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109332775937310246' title='She had to go'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109290939834072553</id><published>2004-08-19T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T18:33:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The show's over la</title><summary type='text'>I must admit, im a late bloomer when it comes to ride the AF bandwagon. Didn't pay much attention till the last few weeks. I knew their names a week before the grand finale after asking like a gazillion of times until my common question, "ni sape ni" were ignored and by then i memorized their names. Its amazing how that show holds a magnetic power to lull people into watching, even after the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109290939834072553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109290939834072553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109290939834072553' title='The show&apos;s over la'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109237275342316420</id><published>2004-08-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:02:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio gaga Radio goo goo</title><summary type='text'>Im not angry but im getting so drain with having to update the database table 24 thousand times! Guess i've to make a big banner saying "please inform nadia, whenever u adjust any tables!!!" just so that i know and having to go thru all the tables again n again, tedious la wey and making my eyes crossed!Talking bout eyes, my eye lids are shutting down on me. Yes i wanted to hear ajeep n his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109237275342316420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109237275342316420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109237275342316420' title='Radio gaga Radio goo goo'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109219662465131540</id><published>2004-08-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:07:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's meant to be, it will be</title><summary type='text'>I've realized, if you are meant to marry a person, whatever obstacles that come your way will be faced and everything will be fine. I guess that's how strong love can be and so to say my cousins got married with quite a celebration. It was a mixed feelings for us the immediate family, happy but sad at the same time, but support and lotsa hugs cures it all.I couldn't run away with the question </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109219662465131540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109219662465131540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109219662465131540' title='If it&apos;s meant to be, it will be'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109167851672889840</id><published>2004-08-05T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T12:01:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its friday today</title><summary type='text'>On half day today, goin home to pack and cat nap a little then pick up laiim off we go home to penang. A ritual for me everytime i drive home is to stop at Sg Buloh R&amp;R for Dunkin Donuts!A long weekend with loads of family affairs, a controversial wedding to name one. Hope that there wont be any getting hitch questions asked or else i'll grumble and run away to have coffee with my friends! Done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109167851672889840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109167851672889840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109167851672889840' title='Its friday today'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109142995772873060</id><published>2004-08-02T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T15:03:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thrash, Therefore i am!</title><summary type='text'>2 warehouse sales, ikea sale, lepak sessions+jazz fest and a gig. That was how my weekend went eventho i had a slight fever and a very sore throat. The hp sale was ok if u r looking for an abang-abang type of shoes, load of selection with great bargains. Not worth an hour of queing thou! Later after some shopping were done, met up wit ajeep, ain+mui and all at mont kiara and coincidentally there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109142995772873060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109142995772873060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109142995772873060' title='I thrash, Therefore i am!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109100475485396853</id><published>2004-07-28T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:14:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list</title><summary type='text'>I can read you like a book on a shelf even with the plastic wrapping on but anyhow, pick up another book at kino yesterday and my friend, i hope you'll be working there forever :D Now im contemplating between the Adidas MJ or the Rockport and the oh-too-expensive Timberland, which is out of the question and i shall not think about. Movie tonite, another epic ooh aah...will i like it? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109100475485396853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109100475485396853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109100475485396853' title='wish list'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109057472799491419</id><published>2004-07-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T17:25:27.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y!Clone</title><summary type='text'>5 days of Borland ended today buttttt...there's 2 days of Oracle-Datamining this coming Monday and Tuesday! *sigh* I've figured out that i hate syntax long-long time ago...thats when the irony kicks in and for all u know, u'll be stuck with it for the rest of your life (hope not). Anyways was taught on how to create your own messenger today, kinda cool and that got my eye popped with interest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109057472799491419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109057472799491419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109057472799491419' title='Y!Clone'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-109030181650447135</id><published>2004-07-20T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:29:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Drugs and Rock&amp;Roll...hmm</title><summary type='text'>It was pizza the whole w'end...pizza! *buek* and now my tummy is grumbling, the wonders of free food, *yawn* Borland training ending this friday, long way still.   Experimented with colours with nina on our heads, it turned out ok...luckily, hehe and came sunday, went to watch Search at Planet Hollywood. The line was damn long, when i was finally in and they made an entrance, i was squashed, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109030181650447135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/109030181650447135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109030181650447135' title='Sex, Drugs and Rock&amp;Roll...hmm'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108986913036344730</id><published>2004-07-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T13:25:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edweena has been hitched!</title><summary type='text'>NEXTTT! OMG! its eboo's turn! She's finally ready to commit and soon to be engaged. I was screaming over the phone last nite while talking to her. Eboo, we named her after aladin's pet monkey will be married to her boyfriend-whose-name i-dunno-how-to-spell next year! Its the time of the year is it? like a chain reaction! but anyways im happy for u all *hugs* as for me...im 24 and got everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108986913036344730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108986913036344730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108986913036344730' title='Edweena has been hitched!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108961825643870748</id><published>2004-07-12T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T14:01:42.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's turn will come :)</title><summary type='text'>Jo broke the news to me on Saturday morning via sms, she's engaged! Im so happy i think i cried! haha...am so easily touch now...u scream, i cry! u happy, i cry! such a wah wah! I've loads and loads of bestfrens from school that are still the bestest super friends that i've ever had. These people are friends for keep unlike some so called friends that i thot were friends during my college </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108961825643870748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108961825643870748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108961825643870748' title='Everyone&apos;s turn will come :)'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108926719586839674</id><published>2004-07-08T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:13:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback time!</title><summary type='text'>How to pay off my Mara loan? Could have gotten a total conversion to a scholarship but no...i had to get wasted during my ADP years and extended one semester. The lamest excuse for that to happen was, my finite maths classes were at 8 am and i as always was on my bed missing most of the classes and that made the lecturer dis us the MCC group. Perception towards us when entered PPP was...owh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108926719586839674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108926719586839674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108926719586839674' title='Payback time!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108917925173680962</id><published>2004-07-07T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T13:49:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airmail</title><summary type='text'>We're back to the conventional ways of keeping in touch, the snail mail! we write to each other even during the day, we chat thru mails...jo cant MSN! the last time i wrote to her was using aerograms, years back. wonder if aerogram is still available...easier using that thou. She's coming visiting this end of the year with Nick! So she was telling me her plans and all when she's here, places that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108917925173680962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108917925173680962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108917925173680962' title='Airmail'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108910069065598996</id><published>2004-07-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:58:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one nil</title><summary type='text'>I was home but didn't have my dosage of nasi kandar! i didnt see much of my dad also! :( as i was never home! but i had a blissful saturday evening and was literally on cloud nine.  Reached Kl sunday nite, planned to watch the finals but my phone alarm failed me. The underdogs became the topdogs! I think almost everyone lost their bets kot...who wud've thot Greece? I lost only 50 bucks but guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108910069065598996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108910069065598996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108910069065598996' title='one nil'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108874227248372606</id><published>2004-07-02T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:24:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal vs. Greece</title><summary type='text'>Portugal will beat Greece 2-0, my say. Eventho i wasnt following Euro from day 1, but i know bout its bits and pieces. Gonna put down some money today! ehek! just for the fun of it. so what say u? Long drive again after work today...hasn't been home since labour day! so long ah! will see Eboo, she's back for a little while only thou, not for good. She's applying for her PR over there at down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108874227248372606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108874227248372606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108874227248372606' title='Portugal vs. Greece'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108848683726297667</id><published>2004-06-29T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:40:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few down, more to go!</title><summary type='text'> A wedding that touched my heart. Watching the pair smiling, gazing at each other and walking hand in hand...ahhh. Both are my closest friends, both are lucky and are well off being happy. So i visited Lenggong again last weekend, a small town with everything oh so cheap. A big bowl of ABC, big as in i could only finished half of it cost only a dollar. KL was hazy, there was foggy! It was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108848683726297667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108848683726297667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108848683726297667' title='A few down, more to go!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108788872588385272</id><published>2004-06-22T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:18:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no use for a title!</title><summary type='text'>Did I startle u wit what I said? What you have to say is the main outline now but I guess words will remain implicit…Down the whole morning, might as well cheer myself up by thinking bout the books that im picking up later today! *duh* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108788872588385272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108788872588385272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788872588385272' title='no use for a title!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108779027930614374</id><published>2004-06-21T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:57:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat &amp; Sun</title><summary type='text'>Man i was not a slob last weekend. It was a productive two days...errr...productive? ya la, eventho some activities involved shopping but i did shipshaped my room. While mopping the floor, the mop's stick broke on me and what choice do i have but to scrub the parquet like a cinderella. Later a quick call to laiim, picked her up and off to OU we went. Naf Naf was on sale so i bought a pants and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108779027930614374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108779027930614374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779027930614374' title='Sat &amp; Sun'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108746162569448732</id><published>2004-06-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T16:42:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah!</title><summary type='text'>God is good...God is great. feels like a big rock has been lifted off my shoulder. am so grateful! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108746162569448732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108746162569448732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108746162569448732' title='Alhamdulillah!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108728594225024308</id><published>2004-06-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:52:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problem solved</title><summary type='text'>HAHAH! found the culprit behind this mustardy b/ground color! kept blaming it on blogger all these while! funny it was sumthing else. and funny how i kept hitting the button to see if u bothered to mail me...heh. another 'you' that im refering to...not the lyrics and poems sender 'you'. btw there was another lyrics sent last friday, guess my theory is wrong! My handphone is not wit me...again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108728594225024308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108728594225024308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108728594225024308' title='problem solved'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108727897061319683</id><published>2004-06-15T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T13:56:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laiim</title><summary type='text'>It was like jejak kasih last friday minus the whole TV crew la, after 10 years or so i've finally found my long lost friend! the feeling was just too wonderful for words to mention! Me and Laiim were good frens and one of my kutip sampah gang  during the heydays of our schooling years, until one day she was pulled out from school by her aunty, she was her guardian at that time. Reason being, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108727897061319683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108727897061319683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108727897061319683' title='Laiim'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108694394828316720</id><published>2004-06-11T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T16:52:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile...it'll make everyone happy!</title><summary type='text'>Five simple rules to be happy:1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.4. Give more.5. Expect lessthis easy kan...do try! and im gonna let this saying haunt anywho of you..."When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass,it always comes back to bite you" hur hur hur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108694394828316720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108694394828316720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694394828316720' title='smile...it&apos;ll make everyone happy!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108684943727771751</id><published>2004-06-10T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T17:23:26.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reconcile</title><summary type='text'>Lost this char bor bout 10 years bek. and today i was talking to her on the phone! one thing's for sure...friendster is a godsent! why i favour frenster over myspace. msgs that i recieve thru myspace..."how u like my butt cheek?"..."show me ur boobs" and the list goes on!will blog bout her after we meet over coffee tmrw! *clap hands*my b/g is white again!! let see how long it'll stay this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108684943727771751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108684943727771751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108684943727771751' title='reconcile'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239385.post-108676267849862454</id><published>2004-06-09T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T14:37:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't walk in circles!</title><summary type='text'>It was lyrics last wednesday and then poem today. I'll just wait and see what it'll be next wednesday. If my theory's right about it being always on wednesdays, i'll just humor myself! what else to be done! Back to the poem, which what i think it was, cudn't be lyrics again coz sum lines mentioned the past happenings in my life. *ouch* all the effort to write me up a sumthing was sweet but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108676267849862454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6239385/posts/default/108676267849862454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsieturvie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676267849862454' title='Don&apos;t walk in circles!'/><author><name>stellar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05639193212581168408</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></entry></feed>
