<?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-11593899</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:53:03.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-906273075013162079</id><published>2009-11-20T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:01:01.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we do things which we know that we'll regret later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innately, we know what we do is harmful, and that it'll hurt, but somehow, we cant resist the temptation, and after the deed is done, it feels like someone just stabbed you in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;You are then left bleed and to ponder upon your actions and everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith, he said. Well i will. Only because i think its worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-906273075013162079?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/906273075013162079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=906273075013162079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/906273075013162079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/906273075013162079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-we-do-things-which-we-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-3061784910116435552</id><published>2009-03-31T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:10:58.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew exactly what i'm doing. Everything feels very out of control right now.  I need to spend one day roaming the streets by myself. The shit never stops snowballing. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-3061784910116435552?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/3061784910116435552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=3061784910116435552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/3061784910116435552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/3061784910116435552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wish-i-knew-exactly-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-4412212403802300124</id><published>2008-04-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:28:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Francis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments on other's looks are not welcome, especially from you. You who is fat, ugly and have to wear reflectors just so others can see you at night do not have a RIGHT to comment on someone prettier than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just annoyed that you werent born a girl, but then again, that can be rectified in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do us all a favour, shut up, work more then maybe you can achieve your lifelong dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-4412212403802300124?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/4412212403802300124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=4412212403802300124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/4412212403802300124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/4412212403802300124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-francis-comments-on-others-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-645373149571472033</id><published>2008-04-04T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:08:39.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its awfully stressful and yet some people are being total assholes. Its amazing how people fault you for something you dont mean. How tantrums are thrown just because there is a misunderstanding. If the bond between two people is that thin, there might as well not be anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-645373149571472033?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/645373149571472033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=645373149571472033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/645373149571472033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/645373149571472033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-awfully-stressful-and-yet-some.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-2086878253394345940</id><published>2008-03-30T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:29:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Price list states the prices of cake. Slice and whole. A really "smart" asshole came by and asked if we sold the cakes by kilograms AFTER i passed her the price list and told her that the prices are all stated inside. That has to be one of stupidest thing I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been nothing but polite. I could have told you we dont sell fruits, we sell cakes. I could have made you look like a complete fool in front of your friend, but i chose to be polite. So if you wanna complain, go right ahead you fat bitch. Rot in hell. You're halfway there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i have anything against fat people, but they are usually obnoxious for some strange reason. I'm not talking about people who THINK they are fat. I'm talking about people who ARE fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-2086878253394345940?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2086878253394345940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=2086878253394345940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/2086878253394345940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/2086878253394345940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2008/03/price-list-states-prices-of-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-5732043644916203101</id><published>2007-12-18T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:51:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Customer:(happily) Yea i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you hoping for a prize for being a really clever girl? Or are you that deprived of praise. Were you expecting my manager to go, "Clever girl! Here... have the cake for free! Thanks for thinking for me. Can I have your phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a simple "Oh. Alright." Is enough. Too much, is just plain old bullshit. It just pisses people off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-5732043644916203101?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/5732043644916203101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=5732043644916203101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/5732043644916203101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/5732043644916203101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/12/customerhappily-yea-i-thought-so.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-7722772781394545862</id><published>2007-11-14T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:07:45.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love the rich. I find them endlessly amusing. Two days ago, whilst i was sitting in the doctor's clinic flipping through a magazine,  I chanced upon this article which talked about the wonderful home of a really affluent family. About how much the whole family love nature and everything about it. I mean, its wonderful and all if people love nature, that would mean that they would want to preserve it, however, those "nature loving" assholes were also pretty damn proud of the fact that they carved a table out of a tree. Oh yeah. Nature loving indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is bullshit. Fuck your good intentions. Fuck your charity balls. If you assholes were really that noble, you would be doing the donating instead of trying to get people to donate. The amount of money some of these assholes spend on a fucking useless bag is enough to feed a third world country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-7722772781394545862?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7722772781394545862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=7722772781394545862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/7722772781394545862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/7722772781394545862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-rich.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-2365434305091594465</id><published>2007-10-23T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:25:03.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever felt like everything around you is changing, and there you are, unmoving, stagnant. You realize things are changing. Yet, it is so hard to get up and move along. You try, but you're just stuck in the mire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that when you've hit rock bottom, the only way is up... but its takes time doesnt it... and sometimes.. theres no way up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-2365434305091594465?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2365434305091594465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=2365434305091594465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/2365434305091594465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/2365434305091594465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/10/ever-felt-like-everything-around-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-2175746067428274708</id><published>2007-10-17T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:39:57.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate attention whores and people who talk about their girlfriends as if they are pieces of meat on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are girls only objects to be discussed in that manner? Havent we proven that we are smarter than you idiots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sure living up to your name sake ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-2175746067428274708?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/2175746067428274708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=2175746067428274708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/2175746067428274708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/2175746067428274708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-attention-whores-and-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-6981786647332910893</id><published>2007-09-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:01:31.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any volunteers to buy me one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-6981786647332910893?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6981786647332910893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=6981786647332910893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/6981786647332910893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/6981786647332910893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-new-life.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-7657584506423700912</id><published>2007-09-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:46:06.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We all know AJ. Dont we all love her? She steals someone else's husband and still the world loves her because she is after all... a humanitarian. She goes around adopting kids.. trying to give them a good life. I wonder how these kids will feel when they grow up... I think its bullshit when people talk about how much they want to help people in third world countries when they cant even help those living in their own countries. All they want is a sense of fulfilment, and a nice spot in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-7657584506423700912?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7657584506423700912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=7657584506423700912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/7657584506423700912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/7657584506423700912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-all-know-aj.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-7775110299116257538</id><published>2007-08-25T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:48:11.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang Moh: Can i have the Pie please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright.. One slice of Pecan Pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh: No no... the apple pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Apple crumble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh: Yes yes.. take away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: One slice of apple crumble take away? Sure payment at the counter please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh: No.. I want one piece take away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... Sure... One apple crumble take away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh: WE WANT TAKE AWAY! TAKE AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Getting extremely fed up) Yes i KNOW you want an apple crumble take away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're chinese... It does not mean that we dont understand english... This is my country... So show some damn respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-7775110299116257538?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/7775110299116257538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=7775110299116257538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/7775110299116257538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/7775110299116257538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/08/ang-moh-can-i-have-pie-please-me.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-870926609348929365</id><published>2007-05-01T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:57:53.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little kids should be seen adn not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my two cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays... I have this urge... to get up... and strangle the person behind me.... maybe i'm turning psycho... or maybe... my endurance level for people with potty mouths have gone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please teach me to be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-870926609348929365?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/870926609348929365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=870926609348929365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/870926609348929365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/870926609348929365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-kids-should-be-seen-adn-not.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-6296214649662347009</id><published>2007-03-31T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:57:22.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk too much... at the wrong place.. and the wrong time.....so very often i feel like a hypocrite... and i hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i always stuck in the middle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-6296214649662347009?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/6296214649662347009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=6296214649662347009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/6296214649662347009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/6296214649662347009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-1026930887526614245</id><published>2007-03-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:35:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did sounding hoarse become a crime? Apparently.... Secondary school little kids think that sounding hoarse is actually us being unfriendly.... and they dont ever ever appreciate the little things others do for them... for example.. giving them another table.. do you know how much work goes into pushing that table? First, we remove the condiments and the card and pamphlet holder so they wont fall off. Next we lift the table and then join it to your table, and then we move the chairs and arrange your food nicely on the other table. Ah... and thats just the giving... how about the clearing and putting it back? As well as the cleaning and setting of the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have squeezed everything on your little table... but noooooo i actually thought... hmmm.. lets be nice to the retard and the bitch who gave birth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was only the little retard.. it'd still be alright... considering the fact that she's still young and brains have not developed... but even the old saggy bitch behaved in such a disgusting way...:(... our society is so fucked... we're breeding monsters....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-1026930887526614245?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1026930887526614245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=1026930887526614245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/1026930887526614245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/1026930887526614245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/03/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-409601480411041704</id><published>2007-02-14T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:56:19.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Uh.. Sorry ma'am your card's been declined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and before i could finish my sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What did you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault you did not pay your credit charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fat bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-409601480411041704?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/409601480411041704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=409601480411041704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/409601480411041704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/409601480411041704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-1098010495334862520</id><published>2007-02-04T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:30:52.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One step closer to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-1098010495334862520?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/1098010495334862520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=1098010495334862520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/1098010495334862520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/1098010495334862520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-step-closer-to-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-117429702095743923</id><published>2007-02-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:30:56.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So wednesday afternoon was pretty horrible and night wasnt any better. Work in the afternoon was totally shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems, i have no reason to respect the middle aged population at the moment, well, maybe just those that come in to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. Three quaters of the table i served didnt even BOTHER to look up or STOP their conversations when i arrived with their food. I mean, come on... i'm human.. at LEAST acknowledge my existence in someway? By moving your hand away so i can put your food down for example? How the hell am i supposed to give you your food if you decide the whole table is your hand rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who dont mind their Ps and Qs shouldnt have ANY right to criticise the younger generation about their lack of manners. They should just hide somewhere and continue to sour. Pah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-117429702095743923?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/117429702095743923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=117429702095743923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/117429702095743923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/117429702095743923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-wednesday-afternoon-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-116974846082571364</id><published>2007-01-25T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:07:40.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i've made it this far... and still have nothing to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worth mentioning, nothing. We are shaped by our environment, but it seems, i'm only a blob. Insignificant blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I should get off my ass and do something about it, but then again, its always easier said, then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess all I can do now is smile. Smile, and carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-116974846082571364?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/116974846082571364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=116974846082571364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/116974846082571364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/116974846082571364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-ive-made-it-this-far.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-116404525068985106</id><published>2006-11-20T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:14:03.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Hello! table for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch face and Mr. I've-got-gold-in-my-mouth-so-i-cant-open-it. looks at me, looks around, says, "Forget it." and proceeded to seat themselves in the closed section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME? Forget it??? What kinda shit were you brought up on? Cant even answer a simple question? "Forget it" doesnt seem like a number to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and rolling your eyes is not an answer to thank you. Just letting you know in case your parents missed out on educating you on that part. I do believe the right thing to do is to at least smile. Maybe you were trying to but face was too swollen with pimples so you had to signal with your eyes? If thats the case, I forgive you... HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, some people ought to look at themselves before asking anyone else to do anything. Its not your fucking god given right to have people do things for you. If they wanna help, they will. If they dont, you can really really not bother to ask at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-116404525068985106?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/116404525068985106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=116404525068985106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/116404525068985106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/116404525068985106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-hello-table-for-bitch-face-and-mr_20.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115523181065927102</id><published>2006-08-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:11:29.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks at clock... 2215.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes cake boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgets to turn off the cake display lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally remembers, didnt see customer outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the bitch say "What the fuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost reached out to grab her skinny neck, but decided against it and proceeded to turn the other side's light off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch asked,"What time do you all close?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "2230."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch walked off with ugly humanoid partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really i'm that free to the extent of turning off the light for fun?!&lt;br /&gt;That particular comment was really uncalled for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115523181065927102?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115523181065927102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115523181065927102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115523181065927102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115523181065927102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/08/looks-at-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115414559711975672</id><published>2006-07-28T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:08:20.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do. Not. Tap. Me. On. My. Shoulder. If. I. Dont. Know. You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customers have this annoying annoying habit of tapping you on the back/shoulder /arm to get your attention. I mean. Come on. Have some respect? You wouldnt like it if I tapped you on YOUR shoulder and just put your food down right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its BLOODY irritating. tap tap tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a mouth. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Now that we have established the fact that you do have a mouth, you can talk right? I'm sure your mom taught you how to. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL FOR GODS SAKE. OPEN UP AND SAY "EXCUSE ME." VERY DIFFICULT HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE sore losers. No wait. Rather. I hate a particular butch from this particular outlet. Big fat ugly butch. No no. Dont try and leave your hair long and wear tank tops. Please. You're just starting to look like a warthog. I can see your jelly blobs when you raise your arms. Please do us a favour and dont visit our outlet? I get blinded by your ugliness. The way your tiny eyes stare out, your fat squashed nose and your big ass ugly mouth with all those piercings. Has anyone tell you how fat you are now? Be careful... next thing you know, you wont be able to walk through doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115414559711975672?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115414559711975672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115414559711975672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115414559711975672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115414559711975672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/07/do.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115407096031479342</id><published>2006-07-27T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:16:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>Teaching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most noble professions in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people responsible for our education and possibly our growth as well considering we see some of them more than we see our parents (well to some of us people anyway yes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, nowadays, it seems most people are becoming teachers for the attractive pay, the fact that its a pretty damn stable long term job and that you dont exactly need high qualifications (primary schools).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more do they care about the wellbeing and welfare of students, and instead treat them as creatures who never do enough to meet their grade quota or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of blaming a student for his/her grades or attitude, shouldnt you teachers try and understand and find out why they are doing so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, in the recent case about how the teacher wanted the student to buy a space in the straits times stating that he is sorry for his verbal abuse, the treacher failed to realize how difficult it was for the boy as well coming from a poor family and not receiving enough attention from his parents. The teacher struck me as a self centred individual who didnt bother to find out why the student was acting the way he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so pissed off with teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because my sister, instead of getting a reason as to why she was asked to leave a particular activity she loves, she was asked to "go home and find out." What kind of a stupid answer is that to someone that young?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why our society is becoming that fucked up, well, here you got the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115407096031479342?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115407096031479342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115407096031479342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115407096031479342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115407096031479342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/07/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115185706158207403</id><published>2006-07-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:17:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My my my my.... Everyone wants to be Mr. Nice Guy eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is oh so breakable nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Its either you live with it and when you've proven yourself, life gets more than comfrtable.... or you dont.. and just prove that you are a weak coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today. Do i look very free with three menus in one hand and two cups of water in the other? do my hands look free enough to take the order? No right? So whats with the bitch attitude??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you take my order?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Can i say no fuck you and go to hell bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: hi can i have a table for 10?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm.. Sorry, I need you to have about 7  people here before i can give you the seats.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: Can we go in and sit first? You dont expect us to stand here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. alright.. which part of "i need 7 people here" do you not understand? Go back to pre sch bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115185706158207403?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115185706158207403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115185706158207403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115185706158207403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115185706158207403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-my-my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115169049769853413</id><published>2006-06-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:01:37.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a fucking crossroad here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i go? What am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115169049769853413?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115169049769853413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115169049769853413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115169049769853413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115169049769853413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-help.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115109506876662906</id><published>2006-06-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:37:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is amazing how our "most famous somebody" is allowed to get away with being the piper and leading all the teenagers with her immaturity and hatefulness by glamourising her in magazines and other endorsements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Singapore that hard up for entertainment? Face it. Shes becoming boring and self centered. No more the "controversial" person that she was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of talents out there and they pick the sluttiest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly. What she calls everyone. Yet, she doesent reflect upon her own behaviour. Just another case of pot calling the kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, i know this doesnt matter, but its MY two cents worth. So if you are a weak minded gullible fluff like her, you can always get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115109506876662906?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115109506876662906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115109506876662906' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115109506876662906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115109506876662906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-is-amazing-how-our-most-famous.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-115109070006835862</id><published>2006-06-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:25:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salihahahhahaha...u forever la..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tempermental&lt;br /&gt;2. Weird&lt;br /&gt;3. Nocturnal&lt;br /&gt;4. Musician&lt;br /&gt;5. Hates people who act cute&lt;br /&gt;6. Have voyueristic tendencies&lt;br /&gt;7. Have multiple personalities (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things That Scares Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talking to strangers&lt;br /&gt;2. Meeting people&lt;br /&gt;3. Putting my foot into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;4. Those which are unseen.&lt;br /&gt;5. Losing my ability to write&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing my ability to play music&lt;br /&gt;7. Having the people i care about walking out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random Music At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hunter - Dido&lt;br /&gt;2. Stand by me - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;3. Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny Came Home - Shawn Colvin&lt;br /&gt;5. Love Song - Tesla&lt;br /&gt;6. Two out of three aint bad - meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;7. Blind - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Like The Most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Candles&lt;br /&gt;3. Scents&lt;br /&gt;4. Art&lt;br /&gt;5. Poetry&lt;br /&gt;6. Certain Instruments&lt;br /&gt;7. Musicals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I Say The Most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fuck&lt;br /&gt;2. Idiot&lt;br /&gt;3. Asshole&lt;br /&gt;4. What?&lt;br /&gt;5. Ouch&lt;br /&gt;6. Stupid&lt;br /&gt;7. Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People I Want To Do This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  No&lt;br /&gt;2.  One&lt;br /&gt;3.  Will&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bother&lt;br /&gt;5.  So&lt;br /&gt;6.  Never&lt;br /&gt;7.  Mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-115109070006835862?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/115109070006835862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=115109070006835862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115109070006835862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/115109070006835862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/06/salihahahhahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114832052984803404</id><published>2006-05-22T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:41:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Often... a certain group of people in a certain school cry out in indignation about how the public or rather another group of people like to generalize them. However, from an observer's point of view, if simple words like "thank you" is not a part of their everyday vocabulary, how do they expect others to respect them as human beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These so called elites of the society, although offered courses to groom them into cultured beings, often miss the point of these courses totally. The defination of cultured is, "educated, polished, and refined." However, most of these "elites" have only managed to realize the education part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, we are a first world country filled with third world manners. I agree wholeheartedly as in my line of work, i've met too many of these elitists to refute that statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114832052984803404?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114832052984803404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114832052984803404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114832052984803404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114832052984803404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/05/often_22.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114728542401710834</id><published>2006-05-10T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:23:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day...another story...another few assholes to brighten up your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the values the older generation taught us? Values like patience and courtesy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 assholes out for some food.&lt;br /&gt;8 asholes stayed.&lt;br /&gt;7 assholes were quite alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 motherfucking asshole asked to drag another fucking table to fit all of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait? DONT WAIT.... we've got another outlet in orchard... you can go there...your waiting time would have been equal to your walking time. You know how hazardous it is to fit another table? If we could... we'd have done it for you a long time ago.... Anyway..in order to fit the table in...the asshole dragged one of the table very very near to another two customers. I could see the discomfort on their faces. I mean... for your own fucking comfort..you sacrifice other people's? I hate these kind of people. I hope someday...someone will teach him what its like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing...Is is that difficult to open your mouths? Cant you just god damn open it to tell me how many people there are instead of showing me how many fingers you have? Its rude. Shoving your fingers into other people's faces. Did your mother never teach you that or is the number of fingers you have equals to the number of brain cells you have? Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh.. its so hard to smile sometimes...and yet...arrgh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114728542401710834?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114728542401710834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114728542401710834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114728542401710834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114728542401710834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114703457181872406</id><published>2006-05-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:42:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here i aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmm... once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaies.... been working my ass off the past week, full shifts and very very little sleep, but i'll be laughing my way to the bank with the pay i'll be getting... (not much...but its enuff to last me for awhile...*rolls eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Polling day.... now &lt;b&gt; THAT&lt;/b&gt; is the reason why i was so fucking pissed off... The brainless and the assholes were apparently out in force on that particular day. Arrgh.. You have no idea how much i wanted to just slap em on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i made a HUGE mistake by forgetting to send in the order, and i'm not trying to make any excuses but couldnt he open his ugly eyes a little bigger and see that i was taking multiple orders and doing other miscellaneous stuff at the same time? I mean..if you havent gotten your order, you could call one server and ask em to check for you... you didnt have to come over to the fucking counter and demand for your food rudely and loudly...shows how cultured you really are actually. All the managers that day were even nice enough to offer you free soup and/or desserts. Fucking son of a bitch. Even I... ME... The one who has too much pride...went over to apologize. IS it that difficult to accept the fucking apology? Is it that fucking difficult to even fucking mutter an "ok?!" What the fuck is "Can you stop apologizing?"(Mind you...he was fucking rude when he said that) I swear... if i wasnt in work clothes.. i'd have stabbed him and his ugly fuck faced girlfriend to death with the blunt knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again...this is not a biased opinion... but i think...young teenagers nowadays are becoming more and more stupid.. (Or rather.. stupider as i'd like to say) I mean... you asked if SOME could come in to sit down first... so ok..some would be... maybe 8 out of 12 people? SINCE WHEN DID SOME BECOMING THE FULL AMOUNT OF PEOPLE?! Do you seriously think having 12 ppl come in at the same time will make things better? Obvious-fucking-ly not right! All you'd be doing is blocking the damn way and that...will cause you to get your seats slower.. *shakes head* Seriously... I think physically disabled people are more useful than the fuck heads who roam the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing... Mothers who are suffering from post natal blues...SHOULD just fucking stay home instead of showing your ugly bloated face and bodies to the public. Heres why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: (carrying a baby) Table for 8.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry i've only got seats for 6 at the moment. Is everyone here yet?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok...maybe you could hold on for awhile to wait for the tables?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch: I want to sit at the table for 6 first. (Looks at her baby then at me...and rudely says)  You dont expect me to stand right.&lt;br /&gt;Me:(Already fucking pissed.) No... I'm NOT expecting you to stand, but you will have to at least let me clear the tables before i can sit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...What the bloody fuck?! I didnt say anyhitng about not letting you sit down... Cant you see the goddamned chairs outside the fucking restaurant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Singaporeans.. Go kill yourselves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114703457181872406?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114703457181872406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114703457181872406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114703457181872406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114703457181872406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-i-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmm.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114697000335107810</id><published>2006-05-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:47:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNNCCB&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING BASTARD.... FUCK ALL YOU SINGPOREAN ASSHOLES WHO HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*will update later in the fucking day what happened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114697000335107810?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114697000335107810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114697000335107810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114697000335107810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114697000335107810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/05/knnccb-fucking-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114478357441751221</id><published>2006-04-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:32:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well here i am back again..i'm running out of things to write..boo hoo..only...because i'm working in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;HA! Anywaies... For some strange reason i decided to check out how the fuck wits viewed our services, and boy oh boy... I cant stop laughing. The complaint was written in twit language, the blog was in twit language, everything was so stupid i HAD to feature the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://etsansan.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dear readers, I WILL spare your eyes from the horrible english, the neon colours and wtf is "euu"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, you all HAVE to understand, on saturdays, IT IS DAMN NEAR FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO GET SEATS ANYWHERE. I mean, if you dont want to wait? Dont. Fish &amp; Co is free, The restaurant opposite is free, so why queue eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a 19 year old, she sure has the intellectual level of an amoeba. Since i've got that much time and it will be forever to my next post, lets dissect her stupid shit bit by bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;told them 10 then that idiotic gal actually went behind and ask the rest... how can lor... everything must take turns de mah... how can like "wa, so many ppl, let those wif little seats de jump the queue"... and that was exactly the case&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uh... yea... we HAVE to ask whos at the back? haha.. we cannot possibly hold all the 2 and 4 seaters for assholes who dont wanna split up correct? We do know that you have to queue but miss amoeba brain obviously didnt know that if we left little seats here and there just so she can have her table first, the REST of the customers wouldnt be happy too, and..the company will be losing money. What a retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;we stood infront of the entrance and we c those waitress leading the ppl behind us in 1st... wth... i feel like swearing at her sia... among us, we gals was already feeling hungry since 6.30pm le... i din even had a proper lunch le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.Ha.Ha. I think they come from a broken homes, or maybe their parents are drug addicts who abuse them by not feeding her. Oh boo hoo... I totally sympathise with your empty stomach....NOT... Who gives a shit if you didnt have lunch? that is YOUR fault, not ours, If you cant wait, go to macdonalds... the FAST FOOD restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then while we were still waiting, they asked if we wanna make order 1st, weiming and ruilin buay tahan so shoot that gal saying we no seats, they expect us to sit outside and eat isit..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this particular remark i remember...why i didnt blog about it earlier? i forgot... hmm..well... I seriously think we are being too nice to brainless fuckturds. Oh boo hoo... wait for awhile will die of hunger? Man.. how about those poor children in ethiopia who've got barely enough to eat. I should have stuck my dirty converse shoes into your fucking mouths there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;anyway, we still made the order thinking that at least go in no nid wait... after that, we continued waiting... finally ruilin and weiming too hungry, they demanded for seats... lol... they even stood side by side at the entrance blocking the whole way... nice... finally we get our SEATS... hurray... i was still thinking if c another grp go in, i might just flare up on that gal in chinese and swearing like hell liao... (seems that her eng very powerful when we hear her confirmation of orders wif us... so to win her, cannt use eng...) we go in and waited another 10+ mins for the food... argh!!! out to kill liao lar... starve for 2hrs++... nvr going to go *censored* ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha... seriously if these people think that they are being smart by standing in the doorway...they are seriously wrong...ahahhahaha.... We servers will probably think you are STUPID or DEAF because you DONT know how to listen to instructions... hahaha... Flare up? hahahha.. Bring it on shit head... I welcome challenges.. Especially in the sparring department... then again... i doubt you're much of a challenge... hahaha.."cannt use eng" then use what bitch? Gibberish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its customers like these that actually provide awesome blog fodder yet at the same time make you want to squeeze their necks so hard they stop breathing for awhile, then revive them with my garlic breath and when they wake, stab them over and over again until they die of excessive blood loss(Killing them with one stab is too easy). These people do NOT deserve to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114478357441751221?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114478357441751221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114478357441751221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114478357441751221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114478357441751221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-here-i-am-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114451978590381056</id><published>2006-04-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:09:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i have heard all the stupid questions people can ask when they come in to eat. Guess i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YX: Does the Roast Chicken spaghetti have capsicums in it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has she seen capsicums? Does she even know what capsicums are? Have you all seen capsicums? They are HUGE when sliced. What kind of stupid question was that? Was she too blind to see? Or just being the same old stupid person she has proven herself to be for the past 3 years? Hmmm.. well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Have i mentioned before that people who dont foot the bill ought to be slaughtered and fed to the alligators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its annoying when people do that, because in the end(depending on the manager), it will be the servers who will have to use their own money to pay for the food, and often, it is hard to fork out that amount of cash if the customers chalk up a bill of over a hundred dollars. Keep in mind that, most part time servers in FnB outlets are just students who are doing what they can to earn some extra cash, or even to supplement their allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.. Singaporeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in the latest couture, and yet behaving like total pigs. Its no wonder the service in Singapore wont improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114451978590381056?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114451978590381056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114451978590381056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114451978590381056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114451978590381056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114451754037660231</id><published>2006-04-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:32:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been the sweetest person, but really...i do hope you're okay. I know shit happens and its hard to crawl out of the shit hole, but you've still got MY listening ear. I'm sorry i was such an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114451754037660231?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114451754037660231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114451754037660231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114451754037660231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114451754037660231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/04/baby-i-havent-been-sweetest-person-but.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114348185541428010</id><published>2006-03-27T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T09:51:44.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee...been so long... miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i've officially graduated (yay!) haha... but.. i'm still stuck at the desert cafe only because i'm too much of a lazy ass to look for a new job. On the bright side however, I've got PLENTY of assholic stories to tell. Muahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my secret admirer disappeared.. Oh boo hoo... No one to tell me how i'm such a sad person... what i should or should not wear. *pouts* wahahhaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have such shallow pockets. I mean... Is it seriously that difficult to tip the servers? Do you absolutely HAVE to collect every last cent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I encountered this asshole who couldnt wait for his 15 cents change. Like wow... 15 cents... I can like... buy a whole meal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeagers nowadays think they own the world. In this case, there were a few teenagers who thought they owned the cafe. I mean, if you want to talk to your friends, you can always request for a seat instead of walking in and out of the restaurant. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, they decided that standing by the side was too difficult so they stood right in the middle of the fucking aisle. Tell me, how the fuck were we supposed to go further in to take orders and serve food with their fat asses blocking the way? Also, when you want to pay, you ask for the BILL not for the ORDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. I'm-think-i'm-soooo0-handsome-but-really-i'm-not: Excuse me, we want the order.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sure, what would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Bitch-face: What do you mean what would i like? I said i wanted the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much i wanted to strangle all of them there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear assholes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servers are human beings. Not dogs. Do not clap at us, snap your fingers, or crook your finger and beckon us towards you. Its rude, and it reflects very very badly on your upbringing, and before you all complain about bad service? Reflect. Service is a two way thing. You be nice? We be nicer. You be asshole? Then dont be surprised if the service is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love&lt;br /&gt;Your friendly server (haha... you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think, the people who write into the news paper mask their shitty attitudes and try to put the blame on server/cab driver etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasness aside, I have seriously seen too many fuckheads to believe all the complaints sent in to TNP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114348185541428010?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114348185541428010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114348185541428010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114348185541428010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114348185541428010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/03/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114183732760302331</id><published>2006-03-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:02:07.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the idiot</title><content type='html'>Hahahahhahah...this so cracked me up..... I never knew there was someone that stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment by the coward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Gay colour for the gay asshole...ahahhahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c114170961927446587"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;br /&gt;haha..erm..for u're fucking info,i came from a top school with distinctions in english n lit..so juz coz i type in sms language,dat doesnt mean that u guys r any smarter..im sory but u pple r juz sad..ur whole fucking group's sad..i tot its freedom of speech here..so y d fuss?dun be a busybody.dis isnt even u're god damn blog.who's de 1 critisizing hu?u pple have been critisizing each and evry1 ard u except for urselves.so stop d crap losers.de world does not revolve you guys.JEALOUS?DID U SAY I WAS JEALOUS!u MUST B FUCKING MAD!wake up la..wake up u guys..&lt;br /&gt;9:33 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reply from Liza darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c114172059773194842"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Liza said...&lt;br /&gt;You totally destroy your school's reputation, Mr/Miss/Mdm anonymous."critisizing", "de world does not revolve you guys", etc.Ok, I shouldnt probe further into that.I did well in English and Literature too for your info when I was in secondary school. But it's sad you have to go bragging about it to get the attention. And furthermore, you dont even deserve it.u're god damn blog?We are not blogs, honey. ;)And I didn't know SMS is a language. English is a language, German is a language, French is a language, etc. SMS?! Hmmm... *rolls eyes*So it's freedom of speech... I guess we can voice out here, cant we? Furthermore, this is OUR friend's blog, and you would go to such extend to get the attention when this blog has nothing to do with you whatsoever?You can never be proud of who you really are. Look at you, you are even under that cloak of just being anonymous.I just really do feel sorry for you, anonymous. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;12:36 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha..... Here is someone who feels the need to prove he/she is not stupid but got pwned by darling liza. Hahahhahaha...critisizing....ahahhahahahhahahhahahha.... Ya duh.... This blog was set up to talk about how people never learnt to treat servers with respect. Of course i'm "critisizing" them... ahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray tell...which fucker will create a place to "critisize" him/herself? ahahahhahahahhahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114183732760302331?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114183732760302331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114183732760302331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114183732760302331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114183732760302331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/03/return-of-idiot.html' title='Return of the idiot'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114162073172156087</id><published>2006-03-05T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:56:34.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha...</title><content type='html'>OoooooooooooooooooooohhHhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent gotten such hateful hateful comment after lets see.... a very long time...say...about a year or so.. since my "best friend" sold me out. aww... *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the darling anonymous person who posted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think u're the fucker who needs an attitude overhaul.wake up and smell de scent of coffee.u stink.by de way,u look bad in black eyeliner.pls,waer sumthin that complements u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does coffee have anything to do with this? Overhaul is a big word for someone who never learnt to use capital letters after a full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to comment, dont be a coward and at least leave your name. What you commented reflects just as badly on you, and by knowing i wear eyeliner... means you know me... Please feel free to say hi the next time you see me or are you too much of a coward to own up to who you are? What i wear has got nothing to do with you. What i see during work. Is another matter. If i'm not wrong, you're one of those fuckers who get whatever they want by either sucking someone's cock or asking mommy and daddy really nicely for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Liza is beautiful the way she is with a whole load of self confidence to match. She voices her own opinions on her own blog with PICTURES on it. Can you do that? Nah. I really doubt so. You're probably one of those ugly JC toads who hide behind "anonymous" to give their two cents worth of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, you made my day by actually letting me know you care about me. Now you can go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've got a tag board. Why not tag? Are you afraid people might see how stupid you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114162073172156087?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114162073172156087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114162073172156087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114162073172156087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114162073172156087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha.html' title='Haha...'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114059524024450779</id><published>2006-02-21T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:00:40.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days two nights... Minimal sleep and water fights and not enough clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...one of the tamest chalets i've ever been to...but surrounded by people i actually manage to get along with in class makes it extremely enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...and i just learnt how to play UNO...how cool is that? wheeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaies...work. wahahhaa....(my usual complaints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate in when JC students come in to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently most of them havent been taught manners and some of their thinking have been contributed by assholes who tell them they are the elite. Even so...being where they are does not excuse them for having bad manners. You dont just come into a restaurant, demand that you want your food now, make so much noise the other patrons cannot enjoy their food and then play around with the comments. Servers are judged by these comment cards and not all managers understand if you are playing around or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand how these assholes can wear their school uniforms proudly and yet, tarnish their school's reputation by acting like half brained animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it even when ettiquette lessons are provided, these toads never turn into beautiful maidens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114059524024450779?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114059524024450779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114059524024450779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114059524024450779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114059524024450779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-114010705085827500</id><published>2006-02-16T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:24:10.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people like to speak with a pseudo accent? Does it immediately make you popeular or something? I mean... If your accent follows through to with whoever you speak...then.. well..thats fine... but speaking to your friend with a fake accent and to the servers with your horrible whiny singlish tinged english is... insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with a friend today and was awfully placed beside 2 bimbos. Their talk was damn fucking bloody inane. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bimbo 1: There was once i was hiding under my blanket, then when i came out, i realized i was sitting on my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo 2: Wow...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with her friend. Like..Wow... Its amazing..i doubt i can ever sit on my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon... girls... if you've got stupid inane stories... at least tell it to your friend quietly instead of annonuncing them to the world. I absolutely hate it when girls start bragging about the parties...the clubs...and every other bimbotic things they do LOUDLY. Big fuck if you studied overseas. Big fuck if you go to clubs. Really.. Big Fucking Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..this is not a case of sour grapes. This is a case of I HATE GIRLS WHO GO CLUBBING AND FUCKING THINK ITS SO COOL THEY HAVE TO ANNOUNCE WHERE WHAT TIME AND WHAT KIND OF DAMN PARTY IT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not throw in some juicy facts like... Who picked you up and passed some STDs to you or something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-114010705085827500?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/114010705085827500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=114010705085827500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114010705085827500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/114010705085827500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/right_16.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113999037949167072</id><published>2006-02-14T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:03:29.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me... Its a day where people make up for their mistakes by being extra nice to their partner on this one day, and only this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that when you're in love... everyday is a valentines day. So whats the damn hype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and this year's valentines day... CRACKED ME UP! Wahahhahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you all happened to buy the New Paper yesterday? I did. I betcha the peolple in the bus though i was a bloody lunatic. First of all... the amount of nicknames people have for their partners are amazing!! I mean... what kinda stupid name is "Beckaboo"?!&lt;br /&gt;Is 3113 actually a name?? And what kind of retard calls himself "xiao ke ai"?!(translation: little cutie *pukes*) Here is another of my favourite... it goes...&lt;br /&gt;"Dearest Pink Hippo, Forever be my smelly dirty bolster and i will always be the old smutty pillow. Love Cockster Lim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... was that supposed to be romantic? How romantic is it calling your girlfriend a fat, dirty, smelly mutated hippo and telling her you will be the pillow? Sorry dude... but whats the connection again? It wouldnt be that bad if he didnt post a photo, but he did! ahahahahhahah.. of him and his girlfriend.. Poor things.. they look perfect for each other... with their similar retarded grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another one.. please.. someone try to decipher this... "WoWo Wanna be Bao Bao and Sniff Sniff by you always. Forever yours Mao Mao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?? Dogs are finally becoming literate.&lt;br /&gt; One last thing.. to the guys out there... yes...girls appreciate poetry, but if you really really CANT write? GET SOMEONE TO DO IT FOR YOU... Do not attempt bad poetry like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I'm glad i know how to hate you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause at least i know what is love.&lt;br /&gt;How cruel the real world is&lt;br /&gt;So kind you are to me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant go on.. Its horrible. It doesnt hurt to spend a little more money to hire someone to write it for you. Really..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113999037949167072?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113999037949167072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113999037949167072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113999037949167072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113999037949167072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113975802986148189</id><published>2006-02-12T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T07:27:09.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have u ever seen someone get caught between the lift doors because people in the lift are too damn lazy, stupid, heartless etc to lift a finger to press the "open" button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did today and my god...was i horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Is it that difficult to press one button? I understand when children dont know how, but the adults? Come on. Would you all like it if that happened to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113975802986148189?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113975802986148189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113975802986148189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113975802986148189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113975802986148189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-u-ever-seen-someone-get-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113945048140121880</id><published>2006-02-08T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:01:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I absolutely hate it when people use "tao yan!" in a sickeningly high pitched voice. Its annoying, grating and fucking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they seriously think its cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the library in a particularly foul mood writing this half assed post all because i failed to remember class starts at 10 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that chinese girls who use "tao yan!!!" too often should have their heads chopped off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i feel like doing to the girl sitting in front of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113945048140121880?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113945048140121880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113945048140121880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113945048140121880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113945048140121880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-i-absolutely-hate-it-when.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113890140069345912</id><published>2006-02-02T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:30:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this...i like it. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a question i now pose to you,&lt;br /&gt;answer it and be true,&lt;br /&gt;if love and hate hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;were to rule in the kingdom of pain,&lt;br /&gt;and only one will the sceptre hold,&lt;br /&gt;will it be love or hate?&lt;br /&gt;who will ultimately reign?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113890140069345912?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113890140069345912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113890140069345912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113890140069345912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113890140069345912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113890026587666713</id><published>2006-02-02T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:11:05.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me wallow in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113890026587666713?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113890026587666713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113890026587666713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113890026587666713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113890026587666713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-me-wallow-in-self-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113812080347899462</id><published>2006-01-24T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:41:34.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113812080347899462?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113812080347899462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113812080347899462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113812080347899462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113812080347899462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-fuck-am-i-always-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113793673228145040</id><published>2006-01-22T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:48:21.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOYA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another ass entry on how singaporeans can be total blind fuck heads. Pardon me. I'm in no particular mood to mince my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments left by total idiots are seriously not appreciated. Really. Why is it, when you're nice to people, they repay you with etremely shitty comments which can possibly affect the servers there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eample, we received a comment that day saying "The servers here are friendly but NOT attentive, and whenever i come here, the service always sucks. Should look towards *another restaurant* for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, TRY for goodness sake...&lt;b&gt;TRY&lt;/b&gt; to use your eyes to see that the other restaurant has VERY little people and our place had a queue! What the hell do u mean by we should look over there for better service?! Its not as if you didnt get what you want bitch. In fact, You got everything and VERY good service. Your water never ran out. Your every wish was seen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us were frowning despite the shitty people who turned up that day. I hate stupid customers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113793673228145040?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113793673228145040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113793673228145040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113793673228145040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113793673228145040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/booya-here-is-another-ass-entry-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113708478650097063</id><published>2006-01-12T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:37:26.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. classroom relations have deteriorated to the point where we feel like slapping some idiots and letting them know how stupid they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's defination of a blog is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little personal space to vent her frustrations upon, to make known to people close to her how she feels. I find it pretty amazing that, my darling friend havent blogged for abt half a year, and when suddenly she does, hate tags immediately appear. These people seriously have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days ago, after school, we had two of them and one seriously extra little shit corner liza outside class to ask her about things she wrote on her blog. I dont know what the bloody fuck they are so riled up about, but its surprising that they are so concerned with what goes on in liza's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little spat sounded something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: *speaking in malay*&lt;br /&gt;L: What do you mean? I dont undersatnd you.&lt;br /&gt;The extra piece of shit: Dont act blur lah! How can you write about people's parents like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me looking at saliha feeling extremely surprised as we didnt even know she wrote anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The rest is rubbish until...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra piece of shit: How can you do this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look...Enough... This doesnt concern you. This is between the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;The extra piece of shit: She is my friend what, i am standing up for her..cannot izzit?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Liza is my friend also, and thus far i've been quiet until you opened your mouth too many times.&lt;br /&gt;The extra piece of shit: This is none of your business! I'll do what i like!&lt;br /&gt;A: *cuts in* ok ok dont point fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The extra piece of shit then proceeds to stare at me with her ugly beady eyes. I wonder... How does she open her eyes wide enough to insert the horrendous coloured contacts she was wearing, or do they seriously make contacts in extra small? I was trying so damn hard to control my laughter coz it was the first time i saw her pock marked flat face up close and personal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she tried to stare me down (and failed) we just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all ever wondered about stupid people and why they are put on earth for? These people who like to compare intellect based on the school and course entered and not upon other knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, and everyday I thank god that there ARE stupid people, because without them, nobody will seem smart. Correct?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113708478650097063?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113708478650097063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113708478650097063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113708478650097063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113708478650097063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113515267529481638</id><published>2005-12-20T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:11:15.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate bitches</title><content type='html'>Corporate bitches are almost human creatures who roam in packs, and despite their immaculate grooming, they are just drooling idiots who forget everything they say after the words leave their lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: Two soups and one salad.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i bring their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB:(in bitch tone) I ORDERED TWO SALADS AND ONE SOUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK ALL YOU COPORATE ASSHOLES. SOMEDAY I WILL STEP ON YOUR PUNY HEADS AND TAKE YOUR JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113515267529481638?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113515267529481638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113515267529481638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113515267529481638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113515267529481638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/corporate-bitches.html' title='Corporate bitches'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113491264110125140</id><published>2005-12-18T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T05:30:46.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have no heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, i was at ang mo kio waiting for a bus when it started to rain. I looked around, trying to look for a place to hide from the rain, but no one stepped back, or gave me any space to walk to. All they wanted was to be the first to board the oncoming bus.&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how pissed off i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...on the last day of my exam i wanted to give it an extra push so i went to the library to study. I thought, libraries were for people to read in, or maybe to study. Guess i thought wrong. There were assholes shouting and screaming treating the library as if it was their home.&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me to shut up in libraries when i was a kid. In fact, she taught me how to read the following words, "Silence" and "Please keep quiet."&lt;br /&gt;Is it that difficult for them to read? If so, they seriously dont deserve to be in Polytechnic,in fact, they dont deserve to be alive if even at that age they still cant read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are these people so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever been to the Hong Kong Cafe at Kovan? If you have, well...i'm sure you'd agree with me that the service is absolutely horrid and not worth the service charge, and if you havent please, dont go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, can i have some ice water please?&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor: Sorry we only have warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda fuck thing is that to say??&lt;br /&gt;Ice+Warm water=ice water&lt;br /&gt;Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service is horrendous, the food just as shitty. Trust me on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113491264110125140?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113491264110125140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113491264110125140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113491264110125140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113491264110125140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113337272456246537</id><published>2005-11-30T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:45:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hur hur hur....Everytime i read someone's blog, i dont know whether to laugh, or to stuff all the shit she feeds people with down her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't quote because little people have a way of making people symphatize with em, which makes us not-so-little people big ass bitches. Sad ainnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well class has been relatively peaceful besides having the No brainers asking stupid questions like,&lt;em&gt;"So you mean we can choose the amount of blame?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost spewed the tea i was drinking. I mean, i dont exactly listen in class, but i do have enough brains and sense to know that you cant &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE &lt;/strong&gt;the amount of blame put onto you, it is apportioned to you... dumbass. Did you think your father owned the world you talentless idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113337272456246537?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113337272456246537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113337272456246537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113337272456246537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113337272456246537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/hur-hur-hur.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113315544268596606</id><published>2005-11-27T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:35:42.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckers day</title><content type='html'>Sunday is the day when fuckers come out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i bitch alot, but seriously, yesterday was horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the hype about serving "outsiders" anyway. Sure, they may tip well sometimes, (ONLY sometimes) but in fact, they are total shitheads like everyone else here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm this pissed because stupid tummy tyre bitch snapped at me yesterday. I was taking her friend's order when she cut in and said sarcastically that she was talking to me. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... WHY DOES EVEYBODY LIKE TO COME IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO EAT?!&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY?! We close at 10.30pm, and people start flocking in at 9.50pm to order oven baked food...... Everyone working there are students and it helps if you all dont come in and stay till 11 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh. I think i'm suffering from mid life crisis. Everything is routine and i'm constantly depressed. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. I know i may seem may seem cold and distant sometims,and i'm not making any excuses, but sometimes its a little bit difficult to smile and laugh about stupid things when you're seriously depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113315544268596606?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113315544268596606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113315544268596606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113315544268596606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113315544268596606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/fuckers-day.html' title='Fuckers day'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113224663102425157</id><published>2005-11-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:57:11.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How did everything turn out like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i never liked people who dwell too much on the little things. Those who like to &lt;b&gt;ACT&lt;/b&gt; cute. Those who claim to like a certain form of music but, actually only listen to a single band who, unfortunately, is not classed under that certain genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Music, and i hate Poseurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113224663102425157?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113224663102425157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113224663102425157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113224663102425157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113224663102425157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-did-everything-turn-out-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113207595707270565</id><published>2005-11-15T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:37:36.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Hi! Table for how many?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *Nods*&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry...How many?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *wiggles two fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? Since when was a nod a number?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113207595707270565?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113207595707270565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113207595707270565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113207595707270565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113207595707270565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-hi-table-for-how-many-customer-nods.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113198864317214603</id><published>2005-11-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:17:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it some women like to leave their oil soaked facial blotters around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they seriously feel the need to let everyone know that the craters on their faces actually hold 20 gallons of oil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fucking disgusting to have to look at it, and even more so to have to pick it up, and being a server, i encounter plenty of oily people who absolutely love showing everybody their amazing ability to secrete oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, these are the people i want to be with, when i run out of fuel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113198864317214603?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113198864317214603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113198864317214603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113198864317214603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113198864317214603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113130033510542495</id><published>2005-11-06T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:45:21.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see,"Server's name:_________________" What would you write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)Your own name&lt;br /&gt;b)Server's name&lt;br /&gt;c)Nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered either a or c or both, years of education have been wasted on you and you should spontaneously combust to save everybody some money and the trouble of cleaning up your mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, this bunch of teenagers came in and wrote,&lt;br /&gt;"Server's name&lt;u&gt;We sorta seated ourselves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like huh?! Hello...We were all busy and the sign outside clearly states "please wait to be seated". Dont blame us if you all dont have patience. Stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another piece of mind bending trivia for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)10am-12pm&lt;br /&gt;b)12-3pm,4pm&lt;br /&gt;c)From 6 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not so difficult is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a classic example of a spoilt brat with extremely stupid parents today. On one hand it was pretty funny, but on the other it kinda makes you wonder how come such people actually exist. Just because you dont get a free meal you cry, throw tantrums and shout at the servers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the coupon it says, 1 for 1 set LUNCH and you come into the cafe at 6pm demanding lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficlut for them to process one simple word? True, its not written expressly upon the coupons that our lunch period is from so and so to so and so time, but it is common knowledge that lunch end at 4-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she grew up to be fat, ugly and stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113130033510542495?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113130033510542495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113130033510542495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113130033510542495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113130033510542495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmm-when-you-seeservers-name-what.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113112976642435596</id><published>2005-11-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:42:46.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate girls who cannot speak for themselves. It is annoying and a fucking waste of time especially during peak hours. What the hell are they trying to prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone looks at you and asks you a question, just open your mouth and reply. Is it that difficult to do so? Or do u just want to act the demure little piece of shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will try my best to write in simplest english."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my my....what an inflated ego you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Tits + Small frame=no brains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113112976642435596?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113112976642435596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113112976642435596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113112976642435596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113112976642435596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/urk.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113096773584389505</id><published>2005-11-02T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:42:15.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the second day of school, and the war has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be. I havent done this in a loooong time but ohhh myyy....i'm sooo gonna enjoy this. *Huge grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its finally out in the open! Final-bloody-ly... took everybody long enough. You say you can play? Oh pray.. do go ahead. I'd like to see how you all fare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113096773584389505?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113096773584389505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113096773584389505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113096773584389505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113096773584389505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-second-day-of-school-and-war-has.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-113026511574293380</id><published>2005-10-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:31:55.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how customers actually expect you to be psychic. You HAVE to KNOW what they are here for. Here is an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, table for?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: For 4.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry we dont have any seats at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;(Customer looks around and points to a table meant for 2)&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Can i sit there? Add two more chairs or something?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhm...the table is a little bit small for 4 people, will you all be ordering food?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:(Sarcastically) We are here for dinner OF COURSE we will be ordering food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK. Some people come in and order drinks. How the fuck would i know if you're here for dessert, dinner or drinks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... perhaps, if its not written in the menu,  it means....we dont sell the item here? Whats the point of asking if we have the item you asked for if its not in the menu?! Like we can whip it up for you eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-113026511574293380?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113026511574293380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=113026511574293380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113026511574293380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/113026511574293380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112965850553745732</id><published>2005-10-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:01:45.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being friendly is no fucking use at all. I tried and all i got was sarcasm. Look bitch. Just because you're fasting doesnt give u a fucking right to be the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing. Growing up without your family members around is pretty hard and some of the kids cant help the way they are. So really.... if they snub you...it doesnt mean anything 'cept perhaps that they are insecure so calling them names is really uncalled for. Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlighten me people. Why cant you all just let us servers know what you want by reading out the names of the food/drink you want? Its written in simple english. We servers dont have the fucking time to look at what the fuck you are pointing at. Especially during peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying all customers are fucked up. I'm just saying the majority are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority being the rich bitch teenagers that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112965850553745732?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112965850553745732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112965850553745732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112965850553745732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112965850553745732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/10/being-friendly-is-no-fucking-use-at.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112893538700479983</id><published>2005-10-10T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T02:09:47.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, my sister has such a caring teacher. Unfortunately, God forgot to put brains into that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE SHE....HOW DARE SHE FUCKING INSULT MY MOTHER WITHOUT ACTUALLY KNOWING WHAT GOES ON IN OUR FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare u make that stupid comment about how other mothers are working too so my mom cannot use that as an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other mothers work too, but their jobs last from 9-5. You think its fucking easy being my mother? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, try to THINK before you call someone's mother up to insult her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112893538700479983?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112893538700479983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112893538700479983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112893538700479983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112893538700479983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/10/wow-my-sister-has-such-caring-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112845481535789953</id><published>2005-10-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:44:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the people in Singapore havent been taught any manners, or English for that matter. Oh. And they are deaf too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sceanario #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking somebody's order today and this stupid bitch from another table waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. There were a few servers, but all of us were busy at the moment so i motioned for her to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept waving and waving and waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even had the fucking gall to fault us and write, "i'm surprised that even though i waved, none of the servers came to take my order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...its a little bit hard to be at two places at once isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sceanario #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the sign "Please wait to be seated" wasnt placed there for fun. It is there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that difficult to read? OR does our Dessert Cafe look like Macdonalds to you where you can help yourself to whichever seats you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, this bitch and her henpecked partner just breezed past us servers and was deciding on which seats to sit at in a section that was closed. So I politely went over to them and said, "sorry but this section is closed at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they listen? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to call out three times to her before she glared at me and said "oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to close one section sometimes because of limited manpower. And if u fuck heads were scattered, it'd be difficult for us wouldnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday, A FUCKING BENG SNAPPED HIS FINGERS TO ASK ME TO TAKE HIS ORDER. WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK! THAT PIECE OF SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically like my job. The colleagues are really nice people. But sometimes, you just want to scream at the customers and let them know you are human too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We servers get too much flak we dont deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112845481535789953?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112845481535789953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112845481535789953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112845481535789953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112845481535789953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/10/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112845045194550448</id><published>2005-10-04T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:44:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to "KY Jelly the Cunt"</title><content type='html'>Cunt is a word i'd never use on people, but, i think you, my darling "KY Jellie", deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell are u bad mouthing Luke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he didnt respond to your advances? Well...that only maks him trustworthy doesnt it? Dont blame your slipping grades on Luke. You fail, you fail on your own. You fail because you're too stupid to realize earlier that Luke will NEVER like you. I'll give just one reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering. How come a class full of smart asses actually listen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i'll give you credit though. You helped Luke see who his real friends are. I'll thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just quit your whining and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112845045194550448?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112845045194550448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112845045194550448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112845045194550448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112845045194550448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/10/dedicated-to-ky-jelly-cunt.html' title='Dedicated to &quot;KY Jelly the Cunt&quot;'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112844733007520905</id><published>2005-10-04T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:35:30.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right... So the page is fucked up...what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th september is a day i'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be one of the happier days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;The wine, the food and the company was awesome. Especially the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukie brought me to this Wine and Beer fair in Raffles city after we met and we tasted about 13 types of wine. Lol..was getting a tad woozy so i suggested or rather, demanded dinner. Being the sweet person that he is, he naturally obliged.(although i knew he wanted to stay on longer and sample the rest. Thanks baby) He then brought me to this place called, Carnivore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnivore is a great place to dine in. The ambience and the food were perfect . Go with your loved ones. My baby brought me there for the first time. A pretty spot in Chijmes, where they serve meat fresh off the skewer.(they'll come around with the meat and a knife and slice it on your plate. Cool eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped up the evening by taking me to a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Througout the evening, he made me laugh, he made me happy. He made the evening perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, He is mine. Aint that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Pereira. I love you. Thanks for everything. I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112844733007520905?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112844733007520905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112844733007520905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112844733007520905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112844733007520905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/10/right.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112773271490019024</id><published>2005-09-26T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T04:10:03.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run bitch...Run...</title><content type='html'>Dear Miss bitch (i'll assume u are a miss because i doubt any man will ever want you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps YOU should review the way YOU treated me and the things YOU said before you make any complaint to the management. First of all, .in which fucking way was i rude to you? I was trained to show 2 people to a table for 2 and not to a table for 4. You got what you want bitch and you still complained? Oh and it wasnt as if yu ordered plenty of food Miss, YOU ORDERED ONLY 1 FUCKING DESSERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your mother never taught you, but being greedy is a big no no in this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schenelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112773271490019024?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112773271490019024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112773271490019024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112773271490019024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112773271490019024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/run-bitchrun.html' title='Run bitch...Run...'/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112673816370529955</id><published>2005-09-14T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:49:23.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to live by the rede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the shitty life i'm living right now,i have no idea how to climb out and live that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a tad hard not to be negative when everything around you is crumbling. I can see the hairline cracks in my perfect world but i cant do anything about it. Its quite sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ever, all i want to do nowadays is just to retreat back in my shell and stay there. I dont feel like i'm worth anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the ability to do anything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* I'm a coward at heart. I cant do anything right. Not even to end it. Maybe someday. In the meantime i'll continue fighting whatever demons i have inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112673816370529955?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112673816370529955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112673816370529955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112673816370529955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112673816370529955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-used-to-live-by-rede.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112654286094216943</id><published>2005-09-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:34:20.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Safety Management absolutely SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 questions each 20 marks..and i couldnt do 2. I'm fucking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112654286094216943?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112654286094216943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112654286094216943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112654286094216943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112654286094216943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/safety-management-absolutely-sucked-4.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112617652394973547</id><published>2005-09-08T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T04:46:48.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ICAs are here again... and..i'm screwed..as usual...i've just been rudely awaken by my past grades and instead of getting to studying..i'm here at the bottom of the shit hole feeling pity for myself...god..i'm pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and it seems that the perpetual Klutz has struck again... I set off the Fire Extinguisher during work last week..and broke the auntie's chilli holder yesterday. Its amazing how these things keep happening...especially to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i wonder..do we look easy to you people? You all only talk to us when your better half is not around or when you all need help...What the bloody fuck eh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112617652394973547?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112617652394973547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112617652394973547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112617652394973547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112617652394973547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonderful-icas-are-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-112162311150205389</id><published>2005-07-17T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T10:58:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone to see her more often.. *sobs*... She was such a sweet person... Cooking for everyone even when she wasnt feeling too well... She was the one binding the whole family together...She loved all of us so much... yet i suppose there were times we all took her for granted. Why did this have to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you grandma...&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you're happy now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-112162311150205389?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112162311150205389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=112162311150205389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112162311150205389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/112162311150205389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-this-whats-happening-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-111423216170158186</id><published>2005-04-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T21:59:03.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been sooo long since i've updated this stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago....things that were said..hurt like hell...i took some pills...wasnt enoough to kill me... lolz..enuff to make me feel like i was floating befiore i collapsed on da bed.. i feel stupid now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellz..good thing is..lukie and i have made up (thanks to that incident) and no one else can step into the world we share (oh my god..i'm getting so mushy) hehe..I love u Luke.. i really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks fer all the support you people have shown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..i'm going on a cruise with my darlings tabby, liza, saliha, sarah and aishah tomorrow... its a four day three night cruise..and it should be fun..thing is..there is a pretty huge amount of fuck wits in the group..(i'm not talking about my class...nor the class i share my classes with...) and i dont know if my tolerance level is high enough..lol..who cares eh.. what i know though..is i'm gonna miss my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-111423216170158186?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111423216170158186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=111423216170158186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/111423216170158186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/111423216170158186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-sooo-long-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593899.post-111206755875789265</id><published>2005-03-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:57:20.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is not good....&lt;br /&gt;I've got to quit sleeping in class.... Fell asleep during Law exam today..haha...sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent had a good night's sleep for an extremely long time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee dum.... Found this somewhere.... here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tear my tender flesh apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and slowly reach inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take the beating heart and keep it near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for no one but u shall reside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593899-111206755875789265?l=stupidfancyname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/feeds/111206755875789265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593899&amp;postID=111206755875789265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/111206755875789265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593899/posts/default/111206755875789265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidfancyname.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>casy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488507192900391906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
