<?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-390969428895411737</id><updated>2011-12-25T23:55:24.937+08:00</updated><category term='super unhappy'/><title type='text'>The in law you never wanted to have</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog dedicated to them of all my rantings of every little details of what you called, a incorrigible in law is. Probably they are the worse in-law ever. They can act like a angel in front of other people but who knows what lies behind the mask behind them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-3730309565191176194</id><published>2011-12-25T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:52:43.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont understand whats with the locking of door again. Didnt try opening the door but all i heard was keys sound unlocking the door so i assume so? Hope i was wrong then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-3730309565191176194?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3730309565191176194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-understand-whats-with-locking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3730309565191176194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3730309565191176194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-understand-whats-with-locking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-6482032826536782310</id><published>2010-01-25T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:55:00.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save the hassle of doing all the childish thing in front me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;just voice out your unhappiness straight in front of my face the next time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-6482032826536782310?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6482032826536782310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/save-hassle-of-doing-all-childish-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/6482032826536782310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/6482032826536782310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/save-hassle-of-doing-all-childish-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-4066978121149086929</id><published>2010-01-23T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:55:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dare you to say it in front of me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wtf did you gain by saying so loud behind me like you ALWAYS do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please define your give you so many clothes to wash.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its just an additional of bedsheet more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you are so fcking so unhappy, you can jolly well not wash it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesnt matter to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dont need to show your attitude here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What using bucket to bang the cupboard so loud,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;purposely throwing our clothes against the wall so i will notice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you feel so damn good after doing all this 小人 action.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAH! funny,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i dare you to say it in front of me the next time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-4066978121149086929?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4066978121149086929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dare-you-to-say-it-in-front-of-me-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/4066978121149086929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/4066978121149086929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dare-you-to-say-it-in-front-of-me-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-8603628324826635766</id><published>2010-01-15T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:13:20.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since last monday i bought babies back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the toy room was locked in the afternoon and only unlocked in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think hard of a reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and then now i conclude that MIL locked the room in the afternoon because his "king" would be sleeping and this would normally be the time korkor and didi lunch time around 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Korkor and didi would always go into the toy room to take out their motor and bicycle to play while eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I bet its the noise they made while playing caused her to locked the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shall try it out one day if my conclusion is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-8603628324826635766?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8603628324826635766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/locked-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8603628324826635766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8603628324826635766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/locked-room.html' title='Locked room'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-170897693828897889</id><published>2010-01-13T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:05:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think i mentioned before that MIL allows his "king" to play with food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Anyway, it doesnt bother me at all everytime he play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this time he is playing with the food i bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WTF right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They dont mind eating food that is thrown over and over again but i mind okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its like any normal people wouldnt go to the super market and buy food dropped over and over again right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next time when you allowed your "king" to play with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please use your retard brain and think of this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; its a sin to play with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-170897693828897889?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/170897693828897889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-mentioned-before-that-mil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/170897693828897889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/170897693828897889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-mentioned-before-that-mil.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-2215542229795123256</id><published>2010-01-08T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:15:23.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super unhappy'/><title type='text'>It will be a glorious victory without the support of your cloest one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As the tittle above shows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;since you got your friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you dont even need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Unreasonable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not understanding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whatever you say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At least from the day you said you wanna race,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; i kept everything i wanna say in my heart till today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I never intended to go out and play or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I said everything to spite you so i feel better, SO SO much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When you said that you will be pressurised when you saw me there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;any idiot would know not to go there then already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So what can i even do beside agreeing to what you say, thats no point protesting anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But have you even considered my feelings when you said that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How useless i feel as a wife that i cannot even go down and support you all because of the word PRESSURISED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, since you are the one racing and you feel pressurised with my presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I should be understanding about that, but i dont and i dont want to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then what about when i told you that sylvia wanna see your race instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You reject STRAIGHT away, didnt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;SO whats the problem now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would you even feel pressurised with my friend presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So does it mean everyone who got connections with me cannot even see the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then make it a private event then, whereby only you and him in the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fcking rubbish you are talking here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now because i inform you that im going out with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You beg me and invited me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HELLO !?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mr low, im not a begger or anything here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I dont need sympathy from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and im not fcking desperate to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And you do all this because you dont want me to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thats so obvious and fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One more thing, if knowing that i will be waiting for you at home is the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you would come home safetly and winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(which i think its just an excuse to keep me from going out with my friends.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you would have told me that you will come back home STRAIGHT after your race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and not saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"if i win then i will go and eat with them lor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For that moment, i realise im not a important person to you, NOT AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because i dont wanna let you feel pressurised, i didnt went to watch your race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but, but but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;at least, the first person to share this joyious moment should be me and not any of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well. since you are going to celebrate with them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i see no need in celebrating with you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I might as well go out and enjoy with the PRESENCE of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ps: If you apologised BACK, things would be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No point saying anything any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pps: i fcking despise you alot, i never even go still use take money from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ppps: and you wanted this race yourself didnt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and you fcking dare to say i will pressurized you with my presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didnt you force you to race and never force you to get a winning tittle back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Im so angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Super unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Very pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-2215542229795123256?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2215542229795123256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-gonna-support-you-since-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2215542229795123256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2215542229795123256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-gonna-support-you-since-im-not.html' title='It will be a glorious victory without the support of your cloest one.'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-2665021834697313372</id><published>2010-01-01T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:22:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MIL = WOMAN HITLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-2665021834697313372?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2665021834697313372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/mil-woman-hitler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2665021834697313372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2665021834697313372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2010/01/mil-woman-hitler.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-3569247772044037884</id><published>2009-12-31T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:27:22.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle is not yet to be begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seriously i cant be bothered with her childish behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It doesnt in the least affects me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; keeping quiet all the time doesnt mean you can go over the limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its just that im planning the best move to hit you hard on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do whatever you want and see who has the last laugh in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-3569247772044037884?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3569247772044037884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/battle-is-not-yet-to-be-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3569247772044037884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3569247772044037884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/battle-is-not-yet-to-be-begin.html' title='The battle is not yet to be begin'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-7225406348154015201</id><published>2009-12-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:26:50.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even a king needs to follow the rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got to salute to her that she actually let his "king" do whatever he wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even turning the whole refrigerator upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-7225406348154015201?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7225406348154015201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-king-needs-to-follow-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/7225406348154015201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/7225406348154015201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-king-needs-to-follow-rules.html' title='Even a king needs to follow the rules'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-5550957776402991995</id><published>2009-12-21T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:25:09.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You all may treat your "king" as someone very precious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but that doesnt mean he can do as he wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and he fucking has no right to even beat my prince(s) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;while you all do nothing to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-5550957776402991995?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5550957776402991995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-all-may-treat-your-king-as-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5550957776402991995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5550957776402991995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-all-may-treat-your-king-as-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-7078006855705973836</id><published>2009-12-19T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:26:40.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sometimes i feel like slapping you real hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you are already a 50plus maybe going 60years old woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I already gave in ALOT to you, what else do you expect from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can you please wake up from all your childish thinking and stop acting like a 3year old kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-7078006855705973836?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7078006855705973836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-feel-like-slapping-you-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/7078006855705973836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/7078006855705973836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-feel-like-slapping-you-real.html' title='Its time to grow up'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-1821062661682795458</id><published>2009-12-17T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:38:56.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dont vent your anger on me just because your "king" scald his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wtf did i even do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-1821062661682795458?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/1821062661682795458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-vent-your-anger-on-me-just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/1821062661682795458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/1821062661682795458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-vent-your-anger-on-me-just-because.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-9092719193955785861</id><published>2009-10-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:38:00.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude problem ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For no apparent reason, she would just show you this fucked up face when you walk pass or even stare at you. WOW, what the hell did i do wrong also. Its not like i killed her whole family or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-9092719193955785861?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/9092719193955785861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/9092719193955785861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/9092719193955785861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-problem.html' title='Attitude problem ?'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-5601937107317861679</id><published>2009-10-02T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:17:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful (not)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again, it was them who said before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;一家人要互相帮忙. 如过有碗就帮忙洗.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and there they were doing another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contradicting right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everytime when me and hubby finish eating, i would wash the plates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and if there is dishes on the basin already, its common sense you would wash it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, you know i have to look after 3 babies myself so sometimes when im busy i would tend to forget to go back and continue washing the plates and she would just leave it in the basin when she is washing their own dishes and the thing that can pissed you off is that sometimes she can even take out all the dirty plates and put beside my babies container(which i use to store milk bottles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since she can take the trouble to take it out, why not just wash it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It wont kill you washing a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-5601937107317861679?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5601937107317861679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/10/helpful-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5601937107317861679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5601937107317861679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/10/helpful-not.html' title='Helpful (not)'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-962248870614984108</id><published>2009-10-01T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:48:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I really get enough of her stupid actions already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She's an adult and an elder already yet acting like a small kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Did i ever mention before that the only "communicate between"us is that chair outside our room. She was the one who placed it there after hubby's brothers all moved away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She was not like that in the past, well not say good but at least much more better than now. Okay, back to the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So basically she will placed the folded clothes there everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That is something which i appreciated what she have done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But not by placing at the chair tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So if we got mails or anything, she would just place it there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay then once, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; was playing with the empty bottle and he did not throw away after playing and she just put the empty bottle on the chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe you all might think that probably she think i want the bottle so she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; throw it away. Okay forget about that then then another time, while i was bathing for babies as usual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i forgotten to throw one of the pamper away so she just jolly well place it there instead of throwing it away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This time round tell me, why i even want to keep a dirty used pamper for and this happens not only once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is one time, hubby's friends came and they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; throw away that packet of drink plastic after drinking and it ended up at the chair too and there is too many to even say it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-962248870614984108?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/962248870614984108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-get-enough-of-her-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/962248870614984108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/962248870614984108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-get-enough-of-her-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-8625078874260381513</id><published>2009-09-30T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:38:00.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SsHlcCx0DJI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/T5-1yp68ADg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SsHlcCx0DJI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/T5-1yp68ADg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386838899256724626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The arrow pointing is the gas which they never use but its always on to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its been the third time MIL forgotten to off the gas before they leave the house and its on to the max okay and what puzzle me is that, they didnt use the gas there. Sometimes i wonder do they hate us so much that they always use the infamous way to kill us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-8625078874260381513?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8625078874260381513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrow-pointing-is-gas-which-they-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8625078874260381513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8625078874260381513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrow-pointing-is-gas-which-they-never.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SsHlcCx0DJI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/T5-1yp68ADg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-6537830525749257819</id><published>2009-09-29T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:35:32.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That MIL is going more and more overboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hubby and me went back my mother's place for a few days to stay and when we got back, i couldnt find didi's milk bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Probably i forgotten to wash it when i bring the babies back because i was rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And i find all the places i could have place the milk bottle, but its still no where to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So hubby called his mother and ask whether she saw the milk bottle and she said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I assumed so but when i found the bottle, it was hidden behind and at a corner of the place which was covered by the milk powder tin which cannot be easily be seen. Yeah, that was her again. No mistake for sure. She's definitely a good actor and liar. Salute to her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wonder what do she gain by doing all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-6537830525749257819?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6537830525749257819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-mil-is-going-more-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/6537830525749257819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/6537830525749257819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-mil-is-going-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-7035851381353446277</id><published>2009-09-17T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:09:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like laughing(sarcastic tone) when i saw MIL giving his "king" spoons, cup, rice scooper and even packet of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; of stuff more to play. Why? Because i remembered last time when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;korkor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; was younger back then, i took a spoon and let him play because he keep annoying me so i thought by giving something he never see before, it will make him keep quiet. He did but not for very long, he threw the spoon on the floor when MIL saw that and lectured me. She said that the spoon is for eating and not for him to play like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, what about her then? the spoon is not for eating? cup not for drinking? and she took my packet of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and let him play like that. He throw everything on the floor and she picks it up again for him. So what you are an older person than me, does it mean that you can 说一套做一套? So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; so sure that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;didi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; spoon which was lost must be thrown away by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-7035851381353446277?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7035851381353446277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/hypocrite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/7035851381353446277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/7035851381353446277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-3814481381963366600</id><published>2009-09-15T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:09:18.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dont understand why after hubby's brothers move out, their attitude change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the worse thing is that they off the air con early in the morning not thinking that there are people who are still sleeping. Yes, Its very early and its not like as if i wont off it when im awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly it occurs to me that, im not a freeloader at home either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didnt ask money from them or whatever and at least we pay for the stupid starhub cable vision bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its not alot but at least we pay for something, and the bills was supposed to be shared and now we have to pay for it and its something that we are not even using and the worse thing is that, they add on those stupid old channel that they watched it only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, whats the problem huh? you off the air con early in the morning because you think that we are freeloaders and now you are adding on more and more stupid channels to satisfy your own needs. So should you be fair to us now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-3814481381963366600?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3814481381963366600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-understand-why-after-hubbys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3814481381963366600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3814481381963366600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-understand-why-after-hubbys.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-8136482788813985210</id><published>2009-09-13T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:19:45.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; came to eat dinner and their "king" was climbing on the baby chair and nearly fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; said "king" so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;korkor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; last time and MIL agreed and said that at least they wont climb up on the chair like him. After hearing what MIL said, i feel like laughing out loud. Because from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; was born until now, she only looked after him for less than 24hours, so how much does she even know about him and i can bet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;didi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; can be more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; than him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-8136482788813985210?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8136482788813985210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/joke-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8136482788813985210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8136482788813985210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day.'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-2302057918847373164</id><published>2009-09-10T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:53:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Before MIL left the house at NIGHT, she say it out so loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"MAKE MY BED LIKE KA NA SAI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But im very sure she is talking about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because in this house, im the only person she will talk like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or should i say she is the only person that will talk to me like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This time round, i dont even know what has i done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because firstly, the babies havent been using her room since MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and even last night when hubby bathe for korkor, im so damn sure that didi didnt do anything to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most probably the bed is ABIT crumple only, but this possibility is almost ZERO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because didi dont have the habit on playing on the bed when im bathing for korkor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because he will in the toilet too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why is wrong with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes i wish i can decipher what is she thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-2302057918847373164?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2302057918847373164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-she-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2302057918847373164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2302057918847373164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-she-goes-again.html' title='There she goes again'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-3204908756509152991</id><published>2009-08-28T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:12:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just now didi fell down in front of MIL and started crying and she can pretend like as though nothing happens and continue doing her own thing. WTF is this for? I bet anyone who sees a stranger falling down will go and help, moreover he is your grandson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I feel like giving her a one tight slap you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-3204908756509152991?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/3204908756509152991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-now-kayden-fell-down-in-front-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3204908756509152991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/3204908756509152991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-now-kayden-fell-down-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-5466105272796048441</id><published>2009-08-25T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:12:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; getting super pissed off with MIL already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I placed the plate at the sink first while waiting for hubby to finish his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wanted to wash them all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And you know what, MIL was going to wash her plates too and she just jolly well picked up that plate and put it at one corner instead of washing that one pathetic plate of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is not the first time already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh my... I swear i would not wash her plates anymore if i saw any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-5466105272796048441?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5466105272796048441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-getting-super-pissed-off-with-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5466105272796048441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5466105272796048441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-getting-super-pissed-off-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-5910957676656634271</id><published>2009-08-20T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:11:45.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A spoon for a spoon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Previously i was saying that i accidently dropped the spoon on the floor and MIL shouted at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and guess what, the next day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;didi's spoon is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It must be her who threw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I cant think of anybody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I cant think of any other possible reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its only me and MIL doing the washing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-5910957676656634271?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/5910957676656634271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/spoon-for-spoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5910957676656634271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/5910957676656634271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/spoon-for-spoon.html' title='A spoon for a spoon?'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-4785252741044323417</id><published>2009-08-19T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:10:58.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The war has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was washing washing the dishes and i accidentally drop the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;MIL immediately shout it out loud, " you not happy then dont wash lah"&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Its the first time she say it out LOUD her unhappiness. because whenever she is unhappy, she would just grumble behind me. Obviously she is saying me but she dont wanna say it clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, i got the urge to leave the dishes there and argue back but in the end i tolerated because i think i still need to continue staying with her for quite long. Then i continue washing and walk away after that. What the fuck man. I didnt step on her toe or anything. Whats the fucking problem with her.&lt;br /&gt;AND im sure after today, there will be more to come. Probably when FIL come back, it will be second round? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gain a new level of tolerance once again. I wonder how many people can tolerate so much like how i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-4785252741044323417?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/4785252741044323417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-washing-washing-dishes-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/4785252741044323417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/4785252741044323417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-washing-washing-dishes-and-i.html' title='The war has begun'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-2226502548938309289</id><published>2009-08-18T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:10:11.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have i done again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I didnt even offend her and she just came in and say me again while i was bathing for didi.&lt;br /&gt;The only possible reason i could think of is that because the mattress is lying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, its not even korkor or didi who drop it.&lt;br /&gt;It was already on the floor when i went in.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT  THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna say me, say it loud and clear to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-2226502548938309289?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/2226502548938309289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-even-offend-her-and-she-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2226502548938309289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/2226502548938309289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-even-offend-her-and-she-just.html' title='What have i done again?'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-8139398997364126408</id><published>2009-08-13T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:09:37.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointing fingers at me when things goes wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FIL : 不要整天关在房间, 放 babies 出来玩.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But when i let them out of the room and play, nobody looks after them whereas, MIL &amp;amp; FIL will be busy looking after their "king". sometimes even 3 person look after him. But what about my kids? You asked me to let them go out the room so you can play with them but you didnt even bother to look after them? For god sake, they are your grandchildren you know. nevermind about that, but worse thing is whenever they started misbehaving outside of the room, you will start blaming me for not looking after them? HAH. I only got one pairs of hands, i need to look after meimei too. you all instead of spending all the time with the king, One of you can look after didi awhile one what. _|_ Brainless people. At least when they are in the room, i can supervise them while im feeding jaymee. My babies are not slumdogs okay, stop treating them, like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-8139398997364126408?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/8139398997364126408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/low-teck-siah-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8139398997364126408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/8139398997364126408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/low-teck-siah-babies.html' title='Pointing fingers at me when things goes wrong'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390969428895411737.post-6573091523638337595</id><published>2009-08-05T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:08:29.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishmonger, inshort - SELFFISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FIL once told me, 一家人一起住, 就要share things together.&lt;br /&gt;And now? Every little things need to be hidden, LOL? Contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;Noodles, tidbits, anything that can be eaten or drink, they will keep it away so i wont take?&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is, they kept their "king" shampoo away so i wont used on my babies.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the shampoo cost them a few million dollars ?&lt;br /&gt;So, why use my CHEAP $8.90 baby shampoo then.&lt;br /&gt;And to prove my generosity, everything i bought i will placed them out or keep them in the cupboard where they used to store noodles and everything before hubby's brothers move away.&lt;br /&gt;There was once when hubby opened their "secrective cupboard"(i knew it was inside all along.) which store baby gripe and he took it to drink. Probably she was thinking . oh shit. she found out about my hiding place and immediately the next day when hubby wanted to drink it again, it was not there anymore and somewhere else. If you dont wanna share things with me, i dont fucking give a damn to it, but what about babies? they did nothing wrong to offend you and since you wanna behave like a fish monger, then you fucking should have a fish monger attitude and dont touch my things for your king. Anyone can be more  self- fisher than her? Show me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390969428895411737-6573091523638337595?l=shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/feeds/6573091523638337595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishmonger-inshort-selffish_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/6573091523638337595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390969428895411737/posts/default/6573091523638337595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shutthefuckedup.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishmonger-inshort-selffish_05.html' title='Fishmonger, inshort - SELFFISH'/><author><name>diiScOnNeCtEd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVhtnMNvthk/SLGN5h8l0eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/B69I1pj2Urk/S220/DSC00494.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
