<?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-4157304455161889971</id><updated>2011-08-30T23:10:21.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said, So She Lied..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3092648979250895165</id><published>2010-06-30T08:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:05:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Showdown Between God and Men</title><summary type='text'>Don't get me wrong, I do love Jesus, as much as I love dogs.In the same "eww-don't-talk-nor-touch-me-you're-so-full-of-germs-and-contagious" kind of way.They all belong in the category which has a big shiny and dashy label in front written "I don't care".But lately, I've sadly discovered that dogs are starting to hold a place in my heart, all thanks to the influence of Alberto. Therefore, I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3092648979250895165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3092648979250895165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3092648979250895165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3092648979250895165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/06/showdown-between-god-and-men.html' title='The Showdown Between God and Men'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3583946504004853322</id><published>2010-06-28T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:34:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, the greatest stories are the stories without an ending.You know it, I know it, but apparently some Hollywood directors or movie producers don't know it.So I guess when it comes to Hollywood movies, you could say "sometimes, the greatest stories are the stories without two endings."Ever seen a good movie and months later you found out there's gonna be another one?Now we all know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3583946504004853322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3583946504004853322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3583946504004853322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3583946504004853322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4840817246126520659</id><published>2010-06-18T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:22:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Earth vs The Happy Owners</title><summary type='text'>There is absolutely no doubt hawkers in Singapore are indulging themselves charging people an extra 20 cents for takeaways.... and I am never tired of filing numerous complaints against them, if they're being an arse.If you enjoying eating out but eating out at home you will know exactly what I am talking about. Apparently, the hawkers in Singapore like charging people an extra 20 cents for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4840817246126520659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4840817246126520659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4840817246126520659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4840817246126520659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-earth-vs-happy-owners.html' title='The Happy Earth vs The Happy Owners'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-7330714887711226376</id><published>2010-05-09T14:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:03:25.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wannabe-Vampiress Day</title><summary type='text'>Let's lose some blood the constructive way, shall we?This morning, yes, on a lovely Sunday morning, my school organised a blood-donation campaign, sounds interesting doesn't it? I have anemia (thank god) so I don't have to have a big-ass needle stuck on one of my arms.So you have to fill out a form and answer numerous questions about your health, it never occurred to me because it doesn't concern</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/7330714887711226376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=7330714887711226376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7330714887711226376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7330714887711226376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/05/wannabe-vampiress-day.html' title='The Wannabe-Vampiress Day'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3248361665489628550</id><published>2010-03-14T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:19:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Souvenir</title><summary type='text'>If there's something I learn about men, it's not how perverted they are, but it's how lack of peeing knowledge in their pea-sized brain.You know, men really cannot blame women wanting them to put down the toilet seat the whole time, hell we will allow you to use the toilet seat if you teach your penis how to aim properly.I hate it, after a man use your toilet, they leave you a souvenir or two on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3248361665489628550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3248361665489628550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3248361665489628550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3248361665489628550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/03/souvenir.html' title='The Souvenir'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3100755383560691941</id><published>2010-02-09T20:33:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:08:42.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essential Adjectives, The To-Change-or-Not-To Changes and The Poetic Morning</title><summary type='text'>Women should really learn to be less boring to the public eye.So there I was, in an English course since they claimed we "need" to "improve" our English and fighting my urge to stand up and curse fuck you.First, we were supposed to come out with a group name. Ok, this course will go on for the next 7 months so I guessed, if you have to tag yourself like that for such a long period, it's gotta be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3100755383560691941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3100755383560691941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3100755383560691941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3100755383560691941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/02/essential-adjectives-to-change-or-not.html' title='The Essential Adjectives, The To-Change-or-Not-To Changes and The Poetic Morning'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-803553706709533732</id><published>2010-02-01T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:31:13.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vogue Ride</title><summary type='text'>The MRT in Singapore sure knows how to be in fashion!Just when you thought this please-don't-let-anyone-bomb-our-mrt game is going nowhere and you no longer pay attention to the aunties and uncles starring in the video, they thought of something new to alert you.Now I don't know about the red and the green line but if you're taking the purple line, you will hear numerous "please do not lean 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-1093421987170354341</id><published>2010-01-21T17:47:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:40:42.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ecstatic Barneys</title><summary type='text'>Kuala Lumpur is so flooded with idiots lately.I know, I enjoy calling people idiots a lot but I really do mean it this time.If you feel bored and want to fool someone stupid when they try to hoax you, you should really take a walk down Kuala Lumpur, try Chinatown.Every Friday when I go there waiting for my bus to take me back to the arms of my lovely daddy and mummy, god wants me to bump into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/1093421987170354341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=1093421987170354341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1093421987170354341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1093421987170354341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/01/ecstatic-barneys.html' title='The Ecstatic Barneys'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-7558877598041524509</id><published>2010-01-15T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:42:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silk Under the Sun</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking, since we don't see penises in a condom ad, it's normal not to see hair in a haircare advert too.When I first saw the Sunsilk ad somewhere here in Malaysia, I was completely blown away. The advert featured four beautiful women including one, clearly Muslim.Let's not be offensive but be clear, we don't really see those Yes-Muslim-for-sure-I-am people except when it comes to ads that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/7558877598041524509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=7558877598041524509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7558877598041524509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7558877598041524509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/01/silk-under-sun.html' title='The Silk Under the Sun'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/S1j8aLpK2mI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a1aGC9ggFag/s72-c/sunsilk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-1400465490460784515</id><published>2010-01-12T18:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:27:40.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom in Your Pants</title><summary type='text'>Don't you just love it, when a woman, sexy or not, wearing extremely low-cut jeans, bend over and reveal you her very own casino slot?If, I mean if, her slot is half covered by a very ugly-looking piece of material which looked like she's wore it for over 10 years, you get sort of turned off and hope she has a better taste when it comes to choosing underwear.Buying underwear, I believe, is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/1400465490460784515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=1400465490460784515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1400465490460784515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1400465490460784515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisdom-in-your-pants.html' title='The Wisdom in Your Pants'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3216135736428315955</id><published>2010-01-06T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:35:51.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle Game</title><summary type='text'>Some men are indescribable, or perhaps a little bit too classic.Some men impress and never cease to amaze some women a lot since the first meeting. Shower some women with their passion, sing them the most romantic love song, and most of all, show them how the globe could spin in a different direction.Some men entertain some women in the most possible humourous way, there was never a joke this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3216135736428315955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3216135736428315955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3216135736428315955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3216135736428315955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/12/circle-game.html' title='The Circle Game'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2112538095168737929</id><published>2010-01-04T07:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:41:47.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment of Silence</title><summary type='text'>Here, in Malaysia, when one mentions he/she's been through a divorce, there will be an awkward moment of silence.Silence when people indulge themselves in it, secretly feel sorry for that person and wonder how passionate love makes a difference and pushes people into getting married.Till the divorcee declares him/herself that he/she is okay with it, trying and wanting to wipe away the stupid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2112538095168737929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2112538095168737929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2112538095168737929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2112538095168737929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2010/01/moment-of-silence.html' title='The Moment of Silence'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3152114132007143379</id><published>2009-09-18T22:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:53:20.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Where Good Deeds Aren't Really Good Deeds</title><summary type='text'>I have something I need to ask from my Buddha so "we" compensate by me doing a good deed for someone else as a "thanks in advance".First, I was forced to buy an umbrella since it was raining heavily and I really had to get home. That's what Daiso store is for, I spent $2 SGD buying a kinda crap one but who cares.Then it came to me, wouldn't it be nice and "kinda" romantic to give it away? It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3152114132007143379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3152114132007143379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3152114132007143379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3152114132007143379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-where-good-deeds-arent-really-good.html' title='The Day Where Good Deeds Aren&apos;t Really Good Deeds'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-6872856962743888664</id><published>2009-08-25T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:30:11.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dates on the Web</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking, since Internet love is getting serious, I should start an online chapel.It's like an advanced step, specially created and designed for people who want to take their Internet relationship to the next step.You just log in, choose among the different pastors, type in your names and click "I do", then you're virtually married.You can marry as many people as you want without having to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/6872856962743888664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=6872856962743888664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6872856962743888664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6872856962743888664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/08/dates-on-web.html' title='The Dates on the Web'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-580629531051423772</id><published>2009-08-19T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:07:21.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Effects</title><summary type='text'>Why do women enjoy reading/watching stories about forbidden (stupid and no sense making) love?? I mean, I would really be the first in line if Hollywood decided to make a movie about a woman who's deeply in love with a public rubbish bin, that's just as romantic isn't it?If there's something I've learnt from this "very-selling” movie named "Twilight", it's how stupid girls are, and vampires do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/580629531051423772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=580629531051423772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/580629531051423772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/580629531051423772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/08/twilight-effects.html' title='The Twilight Effects'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4627750523266789021</id><published>2009-08-09T18:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:04:30.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bot Which Knows It Best</title><summary type='text'>Dear Martes, I hereby aggrive myself to ask your hand in marriage, as my destiny is told by something magical called the "MarriageBot".For thee I believe I have found my true happiness, as it is, too, told by the mighty MarriageBot.Don't need to be jealous with me, you too can find happiness just like I do. Try log on to www dot facebook dot com, I repeat www dot facebook that's f-a-c-e-b-o-o-k </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4627750523266789021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4627750523266789021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4627750523266789021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4627750523266789021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/08/bot-which-knows-it-best.html' title='The Bot Which Knows It Best'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-1441193295388583282</id><published>2009-08-09T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:07:30.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shopper Who Makes Remarkable Impressions</title><summary type='text'>If you've done business a few times with Giselle Hu, I'm sure she made an impression.She often comes into your shop buying stuffs in even numbers, stuffs she's bought a few times before.Read my lips, same stuffs, many times.If you're familiar with that pair of white heels I always wear, you will notice that it is unbelievably lasting.Even longer lasting than Duracell or Energizer batteries.Yes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/1441193295388583282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=1441193295388583282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1441193295388583282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1441193295388583282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopper-who-makes-remarkable-impression.html' title='The Shopper Who Makes Remarkable Impressions'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-985573304892518589</id><published>2009-08-05T16:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:46:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince Who Dislikes Luggage</title><summary type='text'>Remember the movie years ago, starring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks called "You've Got Mail"?Well, this story is more like the spin-off version called "You've Got Conned", but warning, no point clicking if you don't understand Chinese.We all get charmed easily by hot, sexy and adorable people on the Internet but sometimes, when stuffs are getting a little too much and too unbelievable, you just gotta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/985573304892518589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=985573304892518589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/985573304892518589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/985573304892518589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/08/prince-who-dislikes-luggages.html' title='The Prince Who Dislikes Luggage'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-8839786355530244317</id><published>2009-08-04T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:11:55.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simulated Daylight Saving</title><summary type='text'>Well, my dear, if you want me to work for you, you're seriously going to hate me.And if you are the type who cannot sit patiently while waiting for me to get the work done, I am going to be very annoyed with you as well.I'll admit it, I do have a "fatal" flaw, it's rather major when it comes to work but it's rather minor in the eyes of calm people: I am very, truly, highly, incredibly, deadly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/8839786355530244317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=8839786355530244317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/8839786355530244317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/8839786355530244317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/08/simulated-daylight-saving.html' title='The Simulated Daylight Saving'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-7528798283317549469</id><published>2009-07-17T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:49:11.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men Who Fall Asleep After Sex</title><summary type='text'>I, Giselle Hu, hereby solemnly declare, on oath that I, am, not, and, would, not, be, anyone's, love, toy, nor, sex, object.Lately my interest seems to be carrying a book named "Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex" by Mark Leyner in my hand and read it whenever I get the chance especially in the MRT, but days ago this book seemed to have gotten me some unwanted attention.Do believe me, when I said "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/7528798283317549469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=7528798283317549469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7528798283317549469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7528798283317549469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/07/men-who-fall-asleep-after-sex.html' title='The Men Who Fall Asleep After Sex'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2040812552104829091</id><published>2009-07-09T22:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:02:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teardrops on a Soon-to-rot Corpse</title><summary type='text'>I cannot, so cannot take one more Michael-Jackson-we-miss-you-so-much-mwah shit!Is he like your boyfriend or something??People really need to wake up, the day before his death, nobody cares about him and you no longer read about his news for 6 months. All of a sudden, boom, everyone is his fan.... and whatsup with those crying idiots?It's not like you lost your dearest family members or a close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2040812552104829091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2040812552104829091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2040812552104829091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2040812552104829091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/07/teardrops-on-soon-to-rot-corpse.html' title='The Teardrops on a Soon-to-rot Corpse'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5469249642904120768</id><published>2009-06-13T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:59:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Academy Award Goes To...</title><summary type='text'>... and the award goes to *drum rolls* MADAM KAYPOH AUNTY!You know, that very same kaypoh aunty in blue T-shirt who reported someone purposely left an article with a bomb inside in the train in that video which you are forced to watch in every square-inch of Singapore?Singapore gives out some self-invented world-class wannabe Oscar named "Star Awards" to the best whatever blah blah, but I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5469249642904120768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5469249642904120768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5469249642904120768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5469249642904120768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/06/academy-award-goes-to.html' title='The Academy Award Goes To...'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3849160700976106146</id><published>2009-06-09T16:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:40:41.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of the Stupid Facebook Applications</title><summary type='text'>How many stupid applications have Facebook invented lately?... or let's narrow it down to the quizzes, shall we?Ever since Facebook changes its layout it's flooded with nothing but stupid applications especially the stupid quizzes, you never really noticed them before because they were not published on your main wall on the old layout.Let's take a look at the stupid quizzes that I heard of before</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3849160700976106146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3849160700976106146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3849160700976106146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3849160700976106146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-faces-of-stupid-facebook.html' title='The Many Faces of the Stupid Facebook Applications'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4674225162241967099</id><published>2009-06-07T20:37:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:39:07.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Formula of Watching The One Formula</title><summary type='text'>I don't get what the fuss is all about with F1.I was here in a bar in Singapore, watching my kinda first but not really first F1 with Alberto. You see nothing but cars, hear nothing but noise. The only reason of my presence was because of the long awaited Roland Garros final between Federer and Soderling.I stared directly at the screen for 5 minutes and yet, I don't really get what's so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4674225162241967099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4674225162241967099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4674225162241967099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4674225162241967099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/06/formula-of-watching-one-formula.html' title='The Formula of Watching The One Formula'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5805782121316973042</id><published>2009-06-07T16:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:49:34.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Touch-My-Ass-With-Moral" Act</title><summary type='text'>You know, for being a small country, Singapore has the ability of making people go "duh" twice every 10 seconds.I am not only talking about the over-caustioness of this do-not-bomb-my-MRT thing, but several websites they blocked thanks to the word "moral".Oh yeah, Singapore blocked several websites that are believed to be lack of moral to the naked eye.You gotta be someone with moral, or at least</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5805782121316973042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5805782121316973042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5805782121316973042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5805782121316973042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/06/touch-my-ass-with-moral-act.html' title='The &quot;Touch-My-Ass-With-Moral&quot; Act'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3456528288590224756</id><published>2009-05-31T16:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:28:48.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search for a Perfect Companion</title><summary type='text'>You know how it feels when you're struggling whether to cheat on your girlfriend/boyfriend or not, right?Well, this is almost just like how I'm feeling right now.Almost indicates that same feeling, different situation.I've had my eyes on Asus Eee PC netbook for weeks despite its ugly logo, I want it so badly.Actually, I first had my eyes on Acer Aspire One netbook as I thought Acer was more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3456528288590224756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3456528288590224756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3456528288590224756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3456528288590224756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-called-stubborn-girl.html' title='The Search for a Perfect Companion'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-206934866893842643</id><published>2009-03-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:25:47.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love That is oh-so-bloody-hard to Suppress</title><summary type='text'>WAHA.. MUAHA... Can anyone tell me what's the perfect laughter to suit this feeling I have?You know, most people don't care about how much you love your boyfriend/girlfriend, how happy, how much of a perfect couple you are blah blah, but some couples are so obsessed with each other they just don't get it.I came to this girl's facebook profile page by chance and her face looked kinda weird and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/206934866893842643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=206934866893842643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/206934866893842643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/206934866893842643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-that-is-oh-so-bloody-hard-to.html' title='The Love That is oh-so-bloody-hard to Suppress'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4912731435519216198</id><published>2009-03-04T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:57:36.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Confusion among the Confusion</title><summary type='text'>I recently signed up to a forum that helps people to improve their English.The thing about the forum is, it is not run by bunches of intelligent people, yes, there are people who are good at English who help others but there are also some very idiotic people who came around, feeling the need to help others with their crap English.It is completely unnecessary and it creates confusion.I'd say my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4912731435519216198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4912731435519216198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4912731435519216198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4912731435519216198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='The Confusion among the Confusion'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3727329590486454088</id><published>2008-12-03T18:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:59:30.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet Harassments</title><summary type='text'>This noon, I received a text from my best friend Amanda.Amanda is very sweet, decent, friendly but a little, very little girly-dumb. She has a master degree in IT but she decided to join my industry a year ago, so she got into a teacher training college.She was extremely upset and blue, said some Malay guy was trying to "orally sex harassment" her.Urr.. at first I thought that guy asked her to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3727329590486454088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3727329590486454088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3727329590486454088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3727329590486454088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiet-harassments.html' title='The Quiet Harassments'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-9077418294498837941</id><published>2008-12-02T00:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:53:06.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crap Talk</title><summary type='text'>Michael Jackson becomes the spokemodel for Islam, I really wish I could write about how much I am against his religion!!Freedom of speech, I know, but I risk my future being put into jail, because first, I am from a Muslim country (how unfortunate) and second, I work for the bloody government.Especially now that they are using ISA to put away a lot of innocent people including bloggers..That's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/9077418294498837941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=9077418294498837941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/9077418294498837941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/9077418294498837941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/12/crap-talk.html' title='The Crap Talk'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-6449560953806406711</id><published>2008-12-01T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:04:11.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rubbers in Beautiful and Colourful Boxes</title><summary type='text'>Most men I know don't like using condoms.People, I said "I know", not "I had physical contact with".That is so bloody selfish and pathetic. If someone who wants to have sex with you refused to put on a condom, he is hopelessly selfish and you should just dump him.Days ago when I was on my quest to a sex shop in Singapore, I saw lots of girls laughing and giggling choosing among some condoms.Like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/6449560953806406711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=6449560953806406711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6449560953806406711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6449560953806406711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/12/rubbers-in-beautiful-and-colourful.html' title='The Rubbers in Beautiful and Colourful Boxes'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-165782036249071616</id><published>2008-11-30T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:11:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collection of Some Horribly Awful Songs</title><summary type='text'>MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I am now listening to one of the most disgusting song EVER!You know, some songs are just so horribly disgusting you cannot help but to keep listening to it over and over again?No, don't get me wrong, you don't secretly love that song, you just secretly love torturing yourself, but only sometimes.I have more than 70GB of music files in my hard drive. I never listen to like.. more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/165782036249071616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=165782036249071616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/165782036249071616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/165782036249071616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/11/collection-of-some-horribly-awful-songs.html' title='The Collection of Some Horribly Awful Songs'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-950103771384314661</id><published>2008-11-26T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:28:33.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taxi Flirt</title><summary type='text'>One thing I really admire the taxi drivers in Malaysia: no matter how sexy/pretty/beautiful etc etc you look, no matter how flirtatious you can get with them, they will never, NEVER say yes to pick you up without ripping the hell out of you.If you have been in Kuala Lumpur, the capital city of Malaysia, you will know how bloody hard it is to get a taxi.I have no respects for almost every taxi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/950103771384314661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=950103771384314661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/950103771384314661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/950103771384314661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/11/taxi-flirt.html' title='The Taxi Flirt'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2753743172025771606</id><published>2008-11-24T14:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:02:27.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quest to the Sex Shops in a Faraway Land</title><summary type='text'>What is your fear when you enter a sex shop?You might say, none, but here in Asia, people enter a sex shop carefully, and cautiously.I used to have fun visiting sex shops in Malaysia until I realised all the stuffs are Muslims-friendly.ie: condoms that don't protect you from pregnancies nor STDs, souvenirs, mugs, etc etc.Those stuffs are wannabe-kinky but not at all kinky. Only people who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2753743172025771606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2753743172025771606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2753743172025771606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2753743172025771606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/11/quest-to-sex-shops-in-faraway-land.html' title='The Quest to the Sex Shops in a Faraway Land'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4651304894990301793</id><published>2008-09-23T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:27:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unreasonable Increase</title><summary type='text'>I do not wish to write about this but I am so fucking pissed off.Oh believe me, I have a very high tolerance therefore when I am pissed off, it's nothing small.My landlady wanted to increase my rental to 300 bucks, after an 18 months of stay.It was RM230 when I moved in, which 8 months later she asked for an increase of 30 bucks to RM260 as she claimed my computer takes up a lot of usage (duh, no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4651304894990301793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4651304894990301793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4651304894990301793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4651304894990301793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/unreasonable-increase.html' title='The Unreasonable Increase'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4692164490859471605</id><published>2008-09-20T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:05:17.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look of Love</title><summary type='text'>People who's never been in love often mistaken a lot of things for love.I think about him every day and night, am I in love? I feel like we've known each other for a long time, am I in love? I want to spend most of my time with him, want to kiss him, want to make love to him, want to take his hand and walk the world, am I in love with him?Is that love?Then you ask yourself, what is love?Love is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4692164490859471605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4692164490859471605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4692164490859471605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4692164490859471605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-of-love.html' title='The Look of Love'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-7288521050957202372</id><published>2008-09-16T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:35:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hutegonelle Effect</title><summary type='text'>You know how hot and cute guys make me go all "oohhh" and "grrrr"?Well, you can call it "The Hutegonelle Effect", The Hot and cUTE Guys ON gisELLE effect.Sorry but I am just as shallow as anybody else, like guys.A week ago when I went to a restaurant along with my parents, there's this cute Malay guy.I was looking at him and just when I was going to pop up "dad mum look, that guy's cute!", he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/7288521050957202372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=7288521050957202372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7288521050957202372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7288521050957202372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/hutegonelle-effect.html' title='The Hutegonelle Effect'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/SM_B0RESN4I/AAAAAAAAACU/7QKAZR5FA2M/s72-c/Gis_vico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3313951051760209538</id><published>2008-09-15T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:20:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise Encounter</title><summary type='text'>I am sick and tired of being asked how I met Alberto!Let's take a look at my previous relationship. I used to tell people I met my ex in a bus station, how lame that excuse was!Nope, we never met in a lousy bus station, every time I think about how we met I want to kill myself, it is not a nice story to be told.Don't know why, people are so surprisingly interested in how you met your partner, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3313951051760209538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3313951051760209538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3313951051760209538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3313951051760209538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/surprise-encounter.html' title='The Surprise Encounter'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-1591303638192400155</id><published>2008-09-15T10:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:46:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Virtual Boyfriend</title><summary type='text'>So John, the colleague whom I flirt with sometimes, asked me how my Spanish "friend" is doing when he walked past me.I knew he was not talking about Rafael Nadal!Very good question, my Spanish "friend", he is, indeed, in Spain right now.Then he launched the next question, so is he going to come here to meet me or I am going to fly to Spain to see him.Uh?The answer is, he will fly back soon as he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/1591303638192400155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=1591303638192400155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1591303638192400155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1591303638192400155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/virtual-boyfriend.html' title='The Virtual Boyfriend'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-9084691152933569145</id><published>2008-09-04T21:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:59:27.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foreign Bride</title><summary type='text'>Some men are crazy about purchasing a wife off the Internet.I first heard of the "mail order bride" service from my ex, he said a lot of Filipino girls do that, they sell their life through the Internet to get money for their family.Very noble, I know.He said Filipino, I don't know why he only focused on one race, there are lots of other races anyway!!Those girls, publishing their very "gentle" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/9084691152933569145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=9084691152933569145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/9084691152933569145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/9084691152933569145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/foreign-bride.html' title='The Foreign Bride'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-7294213808033168895</id><published>2008-09-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:17:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Girl</title><summary type='text'>So I don't know why but Terry looked really sad and buu when I entered his class last Thursday.I was very naughty, I confiscated 2 storybooks of a student, the book's so bloody interesting so I read it secretly when the students are finishing the work I gave them.Terry, sitting beside me always, had his head really close to mine and read it with me.I looked at him and I took out the other book of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/7294213808033168895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=7294213808033168895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7294213808033168895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7294213808033168895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-girl.html' title='The Other Girl'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-6219822518345831613</id><published>2008-09-02T15:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:58:43.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pornographic Talk</title><summary type='text'>People, listen to me, DO NOT BUY PORNS!I so don't get why people actually waste their money buying porns.I really hate to see people (esp men who looked extremely perverted) buying porns, I truly have no respect for them.Or even women, I secretly go "eww, you are perverted enough to waste money on porns!"Really, they could spend that money constructively!!Think about it, why waste that money </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/6219822518345831613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=6219822518345831613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6219822518345831613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6219822518345831613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/pornographic-talk.html' title='The Pornographic Talk'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2531569614114133886</id><published>2008-09-01T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:47:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duck Talk</title><summary type='text'>When you are in a foreign land, you don't speak the language and you talked in the language which they cannot understand you and they talk back in the language that you cannot understand, you call that "the chicken and duck talk" something, in Chinese, "鸡同鸭讲".It's true that Thai men never seen cleavages all their lives.You see, I was walking with two prettier girls, but no men look at them, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2531569614114133886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2531569614114133886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2531569614114133886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2531569614114133886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/09/duck-talk.html' title='The Duck Talk'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/SNDFlqgt0-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oexM6TLkBX8/s72-c/P1010007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5916968132780675586</id><published>2008-08-28T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:33:20.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Product</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps merdeka is approaching, everyone's crazy for Malaysia.Flags, here and there, they're almost like your ex-boyfriends, everywhere where you don't want them to be.The students have been really obsessed lately with all the "patriotism" projects we give. They kept asking their moral teacher which happens to be me in a very unfortunate way, if I loved Malaysia.Psfffff, everyone knows exactly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5916968132780675586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5916968132780675586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5916968132780675586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5916968132780675586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-product.html' title='The National Product'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-6268607972499350334</id><published>2008-08-28T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:37:42.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Age</title><summary type='text'>Will those who know my real age please stand up?People have real problems guessing my real age, I was born in 1984, the year of rat which makes me 24 this year but because of the way I talk, dress up maturely and dated several mature guys, people actually think that I was 24 six years ago.Which means, the usual age people think is my real age plus 6, so that makes me about 30 this year.Try using </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/6268607972499350334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=6268607972499350334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6268607972499350334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6268607972499350334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-age.html' title='The Real Age'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2508015484860873745</id><published>2008-08-27T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:42:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I... I... I just realised that I don't know my sister that well.Make sense, yeah, I never liked her that much anyway.I am pure evil, I know, but we were never in a good relationship.So today, I went to friendster to wish my friend Starfruit happy 25th birthday, I saw this girl with a "I-am-just-as-cute-as-any-Taiwanese-girls-kawaii-ooo" pose, she bloody is my sister!My sister, Judy aka "Sakura" (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2508015484860873745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2508015484860873745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2508015484860873745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2508015484860873745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-blogger.html' title='The Other Blogger'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-9201970147151948775</id><published>2008-08-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:57:26.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Childhood</title><summary type='text'>Most people cannot link someone as happy and as naughty as me with an awful childhood.I had been living in fear since I was 8, until I was 18.I cannot believe I have lived through these 10 horrible years, I don't know what drove me through, perhaps, my grandma? I don't know.I was so badly hit by my dad when I was a child, every day, every night, I lived in fear. I could not sleep well, my dad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/9201970147151948775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=9201970147151948775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/9201970147151948775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/9201970147151948775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/08/childhood.html' title='The Childhood'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5013290533193654601</id><published>2008-08-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:27:25.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Online Streaming Tv</title><summary type='text'>Yes, Olympics has started, I hate the world more and more each day.I was never a fan for tennis but all thanks to Alberto, I am all crazy for tennis.I have been trying to get an online stream channel that broadcasts a bloody tennis game all evening, but does it work? No!Why the fucking fuck is every channel showing the sports that I don't want to watch!!Thank you China, you blocked people outside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5013290533193654601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5013290533193654601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5013290533193654601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5013290533193654601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/08/online-streaming-tv.html' title='The Online Streaming Tv'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4525426501519401629</id><published>2008-07-28T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:20:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "He-Likes-to-Eat-Burger" Affair</title><summary type='text'>I'm so bloody angry.Tell me, is this sentence correct? "He likes to eat burger".Or not, that'd be my answer.How can that be right?!Why??Simple, an article is needed before singular countable objects.It's either "he likes to eat a* burger" or "he likes to eat burgers*".The first one sounds stupid but it's acceptable.So my boss just came to me and provided me the answer for an exam question "He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4525426501519401629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4525426501519401629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4525426501519401629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4525426501519401629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-likes-to-eat-burger-affair.html' title='The &quot;He-Likes-to-Eat-Burger&quot; Affair'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3194145023063402628</id><published>2008-07-25T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:02:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rumour of a Divorcée</title><summary type='text'>So it was rumoured in school that I am getting a divorce.Rumoured??One morning, my little lover, Yong, who is a year older but two times prettier, sat beside me suddenly, while I was having my coffee and reading the entertaining political news in Malaysia.I was really surprised to see her as she teaches in the afternoon session and there is no way to see her before 11 am.Apparently, she came here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3194145023063402628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3194145023063402628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3194145023063402628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3194145023063402628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/07/rumour-of-divorce.html' title='The Rumour of a Divorcée'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2917922054194439689</id><published>2008-07-14T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:50:18.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romance</title><summary type='text'>She said, "if you love me, you will come online at 8 tonight."He said, "yes, I will do it for you, see you on MSN."So he logged online at approximately 8pm, only to prove her he loves her.How sweet, they are only children.He is Terry.Terry is my student, cute, sweet and innocent. I have been teaching him English for 2 years now. He is 12 this year and he has a girlfriend named Starrie who is in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2917922054194439689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2917922054194439689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2917922054194439689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2917922054194439689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/07/romance.html' title='The Romance'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-686676946298643772</id><published>2008-07-12T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:37:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sophia Incident</title><summary type='text'>The latest news on everyone's lips in school is about Sophia.Sophia is my student, I teach her class Moral. She is 12, she is the typical dumb girl, she has crushes on a lot of boys but none likes her back.According to her friend, Sophia is a real Paris Hilton, filthy rich, likes to throw money at people's face to threaten them and all that blah.Nobody likes her.I really can understand.Even worse</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/686676946298643772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=686676946298643772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/686676946298643772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/686676946298643772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/07/sophia-incident.html' title='The Sophia Incident'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5176721370734212541</id><published>2008-07-12T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:57:37.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dramatic Journey</title><summary type='text'>So I was rushing my ass off trying to get an immediate bus to go back home to see my parents.Rushing like crazy, the first bus company I asked, the bitch was sitting in the counter calling someone, did not even bother to fucking answer me, I left straight away.The second company I asked is one of the most famous company to travel from Kuala Lumpur to Muar, unfortunately, I will have to wait for 2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5176721370734212541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5176721370734212541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5176721370734212541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5176721370734212541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/07/dramatic-journey.html' title='The Dramatic Journey'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-6641370651445526950</id><published>2008-07-09T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:51:57.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mutual Friendship and Trust that Had Faded Away</title><summary type='text'>I really did like my boss.Well, she isn't exactly my main boss but my boss in this exact field where I am her secretary. She had been really really nice to me and stuffs and I trusted her.She's really kind to give me a lift home whenever I stay school for tuition classes. I helped her to do a lot of work. She thought I was efficient, nice and responsible, therefore, we had really good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/6641370651445526950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=6641370651445526950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6641370651445526950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/6641370651445526950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/07/mutual-friendship-and-trust-that-had.html' title='The Mutual Friendship and Trust that Had Faded Away'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2662117140699839336</id><published>2008-06-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:15:07.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Gram-Gram-it's-GRAM!" Affair</title><summary type='text'>How exactly do you pronounce this name, "Graham"?Simple, one syllable, picture that you are calling your grandma minus the "s": "Gram", it can be pronounced with a very very soft H if preferred.But Alberto was telling me about this student from his academy named Graham yesterday.Below, as far as I remember, was the conversation:He: ... everyone calls him "Gra-ham".Me: It's "Gram"!He: But everyone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2662117140699839336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2662117140699839336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2662117140699839336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2662117140699839336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/06/gram-gram-its-gram.html' title='The &quot;Gram-Gram-it&apos;s-GRAM!&quot; Affair'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3725252283489396316</id><published>2008-06-03T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:25:43.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Security Guard</title><summary type='text'>Hadi was a security guard in my college, he's a tiny short little guy whose eyes shone when he smiled, very very cute.I have very different taste when it comes to men because most guys I thought were cute, ended up being "disasters" in all my friends' eyes, they never thought a guy I thought was cute, was cute.Who is that whorey enough to like a security guard?? Only me!Everytime I passed by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3725252283489396316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3725252283489396316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3725252283489396316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3725252283489396316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/06/security-guard.html' title='The Security Guard'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4390120172715387938</id><published>2008-06-01T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:28:52.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lunch</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I was such an attention whore that my phone number was some share-it-with-your-friends figures.I used to share it with almost every guy who asked me for it or almost every guy I had my eyes on.Pretty whore-like, I know.Then one day, I realised, my number is like a would-you-like-to-talk-to-a-girl-or-even-to-have-a-girlfriend hotline, I decided to change my number.It was November 2004, three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4390120172715387938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4390120172715387938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4390120172715387938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4390120172715387938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunch.html' title='The Lunch'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3895282908607163904</id><published>2008-05-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:24:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romantic Man</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday a little joke with Alberto triggered the memories of Mas, the incredibly romantic man.Mas is a Malay guy whom I met in a scout camp in my college life. He was nice, the reason I had my eye (only one) on him was because he kinda looked like Adam Sandler. Yes, I know, Adam Sandler might not be that cute compared to the Hollywood stars but he sure does compared to Malay guys.The seven-day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3895282908607163904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3895282908607163904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3895282908607163904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3895282908607163904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/05/incredibly-romantic-man.html' title='The Romantic Man'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5240665516564759265</id><published>2008-05-30T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:07:59.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman Who Cried "Karma"!</title><summary type='text'>Did you hear, Sharon Stone got into troubles!Oh no, oh no, it has nothing to do with her slut-wannabe-constant-orgams-non-stop- screwing-actors roles, no no...... but merely by one word, "karma"!Miss Stone was in an interview days ago and commenting on the earthquake in China and she said, "All these earthquakes and stuff happened and I thought, 'Is that karma?' When you are not nice, bad things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5240665516564759265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5240665516564759265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5240665516564759265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5240665516564759265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/05/woman-who-cried-karma.html' title='The Woman Who Cried &quot;Karma&quot;!'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-1557061135256831780</id><published>2008-05-25T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:11:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consultion for an Insultion</title><summary type='text'>You could never trust girls when it comes to computer work.Therefore, you could never trust guys when you consult him for advice, he normally gives you this oh-yes-you're-a-woman-you-don't-know-anything-about-computers-and-it's-normal- -so-I-don't-blame-you look.But hmph, don't you squint at me because I am the computer geek in my school, I believe only one teacher out of 150 could exceed me in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/1557061135256831780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=1557061135256831780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1557061135256831780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1557061135256831780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/05/consultion-for-insultion.html' title='The Consultion for an Insultion'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-1774245073965977950</id><published>2008-05-24T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T10:11:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daughters of the Prostitutes</title><summary type='text'>Nope, I never like those two girls.The older one, A, she was a student in my English class last year. Lazy, not paying attention, bad in English and wasn't learning properly, she gave me really bad impression.The younger one, B, she has a different surname than A. When I first saw them together I couldn't make any connection as they have different surnames and they don't look alike at all, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/1774245073965977950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=1774245073965977950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1774245073965977950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/1774245073965977950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/05/prostitutes-daughters.html' title='The Daughters of the Prostitutes'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2335792637833052408</id><published>2008-05-16T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:03:11.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Santa Claus(es) Are Coming To School!</title><summary type='text'>So, I was expecting to walk into my office with a whole pile of presents resting on top of my desk.Yes, Santa(s) are coming! In fact, Santa(s) came!It's the 16th of May and it is said to be the "noblest" day for the teachers. On this day, kids pose as Santa(s) and leave all the presents on our desk in the morning and some even leave it in an anonymous way.Believe me, last year, all the presents I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2335792637833052408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2335792637833052408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2335792637833052408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2335792637833052408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/05/santa-clauses-are-coming-to-school.html' title='The Santa Claus(es) Are Coming To School!'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3424552531525726789</id><published>2008-05-11T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:53:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resemblance of a Computer (and Marriage)...</title><summary type='text'>A new computer is like a marriage!!My main hobby is computing, I love computer so much that I can live without a man, live without sex, live without glamourous outfits but I cannot live without a computer.I recently upgraded my computer into a very freaky nice workstation, these are the stuffs I bought:1. Gigabyte AMD 64 GA-MA770-DS3 motherboard2. AMD Athlon 64 x2 Dual Core AM2 5000+ Black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3424552531525726789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3424552531525726789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3424552531525726789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3424552531525726789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/05/resemblance-of-computer-and-marriage.html' title='The Resemblance of a Computer (and Marriage)...'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-4998658863541558678</id><published>2008-04-13T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:16:38.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince's Drama</title><summary type='text'>Dominic was a guy who liked to add many dots to end his sentence therefore he looked like he was horny and very much in desire and he used those dots to show how emotionally erected he was……When I was in my teenage, I was in denial. Then along came Dominic.Dominic was a very stupid and apparently desperate man. I called him a man because he was 26 when I met him online in a chatroom in irc and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/4998658863541558678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=4998658863541558678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4998658863541558678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/4998658863541558678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/04/prince-drama_13.html' title='The Prince&apos;s Drama'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5182924463390355821</id><published>2008-04-01T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:50:40.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Twin</title><summary type='text'>Everyone knows that Giselle Hu is a bloody naughty teacher. Define naughty, well, it doesn't have anything to do in the bedroom (even if it does, it doesn't concern you at all), but in the classroom.. (Now in case anything indecent is going on in your mind thanks to my daily behaviour, you're bloody wrong!!)Every student of Giselle Hu "thinks" a lot of things: that she has a twin, that she always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5182924463390355821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5182924463390355821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5182924463390355821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5182924463390355821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/03/legendary-twin.html' title='The Legendary Twin'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-203268666465742041</id><published>2008-03-20T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:36:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special One</title><summary type='text'>What exactly is "special" and how "special" is special?There was once somebody who said "I am special, I am not like other girls/guys"?How hilarious, what exactly is "other girls/guys" like?Perhaps being special is not that hard, you could be specially dumb, specially disgusting or specially annoying, isn't there always a little something? When there is a will, there is a way, apparently.My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/203268666465742041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=203268666465742041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/203268666465742041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/203268666465742041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/03/special-one.html' title='The Special One'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-8745339914412718669</id><published>2008-03-14T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:56:06.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stern View</title><summary type='text'>There is one very interesting rule you will see if you join any public transportation in Singapore: "No drinking and eating".Yes yes, sounds reasonable, I know.It is loud and clear, so, when we are sick and if we are in Singapore trains, we have to suppress our illness and try not to drink loads of water though we are asked kindly by our doctors, or if we need it badly.When our babies are crying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/8745339914412718669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=8745339914412718669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/8745339914412718669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/8745339914412718669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/03/stern-view.html' title='The Stern View'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-5357400736441510934</id><published>2008-01-31T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:55:13.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG Daddy</title><summary type='text'>邹阿肯，我的学生，十岁即四年级狗班的学生。爱装可怜，人小鬼大，常常看不懂数学题，听不懂我的解释但却摆出一副委屈小媳妇的样子点头以免被骂。被骂时会从那一双一点都不水汪的眼睛中挤出几滴晶莹的泪光表示忏悔，同时也会在我给予清楚的指示后学着古代武林高手大叫一声“是”（外加很多很多的感叹号）来吓坏你以表示自己很乖，当然，他的确很乖，成绩也很不错。昨天，我分发了关于征收家协年费的学校通告，一年二百二十令吉，分上、下半年两次缴交。今天，他一本正经地告诉我，他爹大人认为半年一百一十令吉太贵了，同时认真考虑要将此事“放上报纸”。当然，他爹必须缴交四百四十令吉（他还有个弟弟），负担的确不轻，但当今家协费用包括了电脑费、精明电脑教学费、保安费等等，算到来也差不多如此，虽然在领取通告后的十秒钟内缴交不会无条件获得折扣十巴仙，也没有参加幸运大抽奖的机会，但是我校有说不出的苦衷啊！</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/5357400736441510934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=5357400736441510934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5357400736441510934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/5357400736441510934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-daddy.html' title='The BIG Daddy'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-2421841985847875680</id><published>2007-09-11T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:56:35.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rental</title><summary type='text'>How much electricity, do a PC and an LCD monitor take up?So my landlady, whom I've been living with for the past 8 months, walked up to me and asked me that question. Besides, she complained about how expensive the electricity was last month, it was RM90+. Of course, then the bottom line popped up, she asked me for an extra RM20/30.Wow, that's pretty heavy for me as I am very selfish and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/2421841985847875680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=2421841985847875680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2421841985847875680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/2421841985847875680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2007/09/rental.html' title='The Rental'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-7856610874211544720</id><published>2007-09-08T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:53:18.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robe Room</title><summary type='text'>I remember, that night, one very wild night...He moved away from my body, went to another room, listened to a track."The Garden Is Becoming a Robe Room", he said, he would only dedicate that song to me one day, that one very day, only if he stopped loving me, which we would never think in the past, that this day will ever arrive.Yes, we had a garden, one very big garden, it was beautiful, it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/7856610874211544720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=7856610874211544720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7856610874211544720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/7856610874211544720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2007/09/robe-room.html' title='The Robe Room'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-59773861312619826</id><published>2007-02-27T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:54:39.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prisoner</title><summary type='text'>She is having her dull days, simply because of him..Instead of communications, he chose separation. She was forced to move out. He said her love suffocates her but she thinks his love doesn't provide her enough air.He encouraged her, but later then he rejected her. She doesn't understand why he could share a brilliant moment with someone else before but totally denied her.At night, she thought of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/59773861312619826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=59773861312619826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/59773861312619826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/59773861312619826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2007/02/prisoner.html' title='The Prisoner'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157304455161889971.post-3993342406920211030</id><published>2007-02-26T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:54:56.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starter</title><summary type='text'>I have never been a fan of blogging, simply because I've read too many stupid blogs before. At this very lonely and painful night, I created my very first entry.When I look back in the future I will always remember what this man is putting me through at the moment, grief, I've always been a coward for men. Behind this strong personality, maybe I am fragile..I've cried so hard everyday, feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/feeds/3993342406920211030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157304455161889971&amp;postID=3993342406920211030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3993342406920211030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157304455161889971/posts/default/3993342406920211030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilysse.blogspot.com/2007/02/starter.html' title='The Starter'/><author><name>gilysse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15790070486617943062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdfpkDUBDRk/TCqUQI2LwFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/L7WXSBCkJ84/S220/Gis_CatEyesL.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
