<?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-9219799064383867243</id><updated>2012-01-14T14:22:44.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Orbin &amp; Miss Yucki's Nonsensical Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8918179293328857248</id><published>2011-05-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:52:21.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Herd Mentality"</title><content type='html'>Ok, this may be a little of or may not be at all, but herd mentality is the first thing that came to mind yesterday in my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to top up my cashcard before exiting the shopping mall, and had to queue for the POSB atm to top it up. The queue was horrendous when I arrived!!! I would think there was about 30 ppl queueing in front of me!!! It made me wonder how many machines were there up front. Lucky for me, i had my bf queue up while I walked all the way to the front and saw that there were 2 atm machines, but everyone was queueing up for one! I asked the few ppl queued in front what was wrong with the other machine and no one knew what was wrong, so i bravely checked it out. Did my transaction in 2 mins flat and got outta there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always happens this way... If there is something that has not been in use, and ppl are queueing up for another, very few venture to see what is wrong with it. Of coz, there are situations that you may not want to venture to check out the unknown, like for example in the toilet (in case of UFOs swimming in the bowl that would scare you!). But it would've shorten the queue time tremendously if someone were to just check if the other machine was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm glad I did. At least I wouldn't have taken half an hour or more to queue for the machine only to realise that there was another working one next to it that no one bothered using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8918179293328857248?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8918179293328857248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8918179293328857248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8918179293328857248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8918179293328857248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/herd-mentality.html' title='&quot;Herd Mentality&quot;'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7142790106015069394</id><published>2011-05-26T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T18:48:23.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with youths these days?</title><content type='html'>Just saw in the news two separate articles involving young teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 13-year-old boy had been caught adopting pets for free and selling them on for a profit. The key issue here is how he used sympathy of pet owners to give him their pets, saying how his own pet had died and how the dog looked like his own pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His scam was only exposed when one of the dog owners found out what he was doing. Seriously, a brilliant business idea but absolutely inhumane. How did a 13 year-old think of such things to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a 14-year-old was arrested for killer litter, throwing a glass bottle off a roof. Certainly not a bright one, but certainly as inhumane. Imagine someone dying as a result of this foolish act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn kids! What's up man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7142790106015069394?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7142790106015069394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7142790106015069394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7142790106015069394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7142790106015069394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-wrong-with-youths-these-days.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with youths these days?'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6495492450448769307</id><published>2011-05-09T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T03:17:23.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Really Rich ppl vs the Average Rich ppl</title><content type='html'>Over the Mother's Day weekend, i had the 'honour' of speaking to someone who really made my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my clients were looking for a copywriter to describe their products online. I mentioned to my mom about this and she so happened to stumble upon someone who said she welcomed this 'fresh change' after years of writing for lingerie and developers. Naturally, if i were to 'recommend' someone, I would like to know their background, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady I called insisted that she had no resume and she had written for large companies and i was being totally ridiculous in asking her for her credentials. Hello, nowadays there are many many cases of fradulent claims ok! I feel heavily responsible if you were a quack. I merely asked her to email me coz i didn't want to write it down and risk losing that piece of paper and she told me i was the only person who told her not to bother. I think she's a mind reader coz by that time, i already made up my mind that this lady was too haughty to be introduced to my client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept repeating "I didn't ask for this job you know" (Then why did u mention to my mom to ask me to waste my time calling u?!) and kept saying "I write for really big companies which i cannot name, and this will be the smallest job I've ever taken" (then again, dun take it la! Why waste my time talking to u?!) and then insulted the clients by saying that their website was china-pek and if they could hire just anyone before, then they could hire anyone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because she grew up averagely rich (and was probably fussed around a lot), doesn't mean she had to put on an air about it throughout the whole conversation. After all, I was gonna be the one to talk to my client about her! Guess she won't get the chance to write for this puny china-pek company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast this to the same client looking for the copywriter. He is freaking rich. But humble as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the difference between the Really Rich and the Average Rich. We see this in many instances in Singapore and Malaysia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6495492450448769307?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6495492450448769307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6495492450448769307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6495492450448769307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6495492450448769307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/really-rich-ppl-vs-average-rich-ppl.html' title='The Really Rich ppl vs the Average Rich ppl'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-1575499744645511812</id><published>2011-05-09T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T02:59:35.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hello!</title><content type='html'>After 3 long years, I am back again! Hopefully this will not be the first and last post for this year. Ok la, i promise it will not be!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, first things first, gotta see how I can reset my email so that it links to some other email since the email i used to set this blog up donkey years ago is an unused one. So yes, getting back in here required some skills and activation of some of my brain cells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once i have settle that, i have a really interesting story to tell of a haughty (and nearly psycho) woman I spoke to on Mother's Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on that soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, thanks Mr Orbin, for reviving this! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-1575499744645511812?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/1575499744645511812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=1575499744645511812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1575499744645511812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1575499744645511812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-hello.html' title='Hello Hello!'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-118442442405927855</id><published>2011-05-09T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T03:00:17.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremist!</title><content type='html'>Osama died! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in my earlier post, I was talking about how the ugly or in my words "Orbin" people can be when they are challenged. And such extremist attitutes shouldn't exist. However, it is sad that it does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my FB newsfeed, there are many strong views of both the ruling party and opposition. Arguments that go beyond reason. I'm a complete neutral, I just think the philosophy of too much of anything is not good for you (and this includes good stuff, try drinking ginseng every meal). So extremist attitutes should not exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill people chill! Just get on with life damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-118442442405927855?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/118442442405927855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=118442442405927855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/118442442405927855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/118442442405927855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/extremist.html' title='Extremist!'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7626665753578155865</id><published>2011-05-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T03:00:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections</title><content type='html'>At the country both Miss Yucki and myself are in, the people are filled with election fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that when you're being challenged like never before, you tend to let the 'Orbin' side of you come out. As has been the case in recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see a good clean fight with no arrogant smashes on character and personalities please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it clean, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7626665753578155865?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7626665753578155865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7626665753578155865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7626665753578155865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7626665753578155865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/elections.html' title='Elections'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6668671169746782425</id><published>2011-05-04T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T02:57:50.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Miss Yucki?</title><content type='html'>Miss Yucki said she will be back blogging here after 6 June 2008, on the tagboarg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting almost 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6668671169746782425?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6668671169746782425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6668671169746782425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6668671169746782425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6668671169746782425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-is-miss-yucki.html' title='Where is Miss Yucki?'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8373293593885102118</id><published>2008-05-19T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:39:36.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn stupid people</title><content type='html'>Anyone who saw the ruins that is in Myanmar would surely have felt for them.  No food, no clean water, corspes everywhere, water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world wants to help, but why couldn't help reach them a fortnight since the disaster happened?  You would have to ask the damn stupid people preventing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is seriously wrong with them?  Finally I got word that clearence has been obtained so ASEAN countries can began real help.  It is 2 weeks late, you shitheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless th victims and I pray better days will come for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8373293593885102118?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8373293593885102118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8373293593885102118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8373293593885102118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8373293593885102118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-stupid-people.html' title='Damn stupid people'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8230921850795484457</id><published>2008-05-19T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:35:43.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappers</title><content type='html'>I think Ms Yucki will be extremely surprised to see a post here.  Haha, I beat you to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something happened on Friday that made me grossly upset and further proves that my initial view of my new management was right.  Cutting costs on necessary spending nd spending more one useless investments, and people, and the most useless department in the company.  What injust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody blind shit, why do we have to take such shit when we're under-appreciated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8230921850795484457?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8230921850795484457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8230921850795484457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8230921850795484457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8230921850795484457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2008/05/crappers.html' title='Crappers'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6691084399494369077</id><published>2007-08-24T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:35:46.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Ppl Week (WPW)</title><content type='html'>Experiencing a WPW this week. Loads of WP walking thru the door. Yesterday, this guy (must be obsessive compulsive disorder) walked towards the glass door and i opened it and he pointed to it to me and i said come in (gestured him lah) then he walked in really slowly. Then he started like twitching and all and told me he wanted to apply for the institution. I was like ok, go online. he said, "i have no computer" i said, it's all online, so find a public terminal. He started twitching again and shifted his weight from the right to the left foot. then he finally wanted to go out (by then i had already activated the door) and he pointed to the door again and i said, it's opened. He turned around and said, "im scared" yea, like i can help u. Then he said "i only O levels". hmmm... Then, he hung round the outside for quite some time fiddling with the stapler that we provided to ppl who were submitting their documents and i think after he was happy that there was no more staplers to staple the brochure i gave him, he left. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Just today, another older freako stepped in. Worst. He wanted information, and i said all the info is online and gave him the brochure that we had. then he asked me this same thing 5 times and i repeated the same answers 5 times. All this was happening when he was standing right in the corner of the room away from me. Hmm... weirdo. usually ppl asked to sit down and speak to me. Anyway, his mouth looked like he had loads of icing sugar and din wipe it away so i was glad he didn't speak to me that closely. Then he went outta the door and then came in again and asked me again a question 5 times! ARGH. then he was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. If insanity was contagious, i would've gone insane some time ago with all these ppl thru the doors.... Oh wait.... Maybe I already am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6691084399494369077?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6691084399494369077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6691084399494369077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6691084399494369077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6691084399494369077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird-ppl-week-wpw.html' title='Weird Ppl Week (WPW)'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-133893294832076747</id><published>2007-08-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:21:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrogant but Stupid Bastard</title><content type='html'>Forgive my words. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn mad. This arrogant but STUPID bastard just walked into my office. He wanted to find out about the courses available at this institution, and when i asked him about his qualifications, he was trying to mask his stupidity (obviously NO decent qualification) with some stupid story about his company wanting to sponsor him for some studies. I bet his company was trying to tell him to go take his primary 6 exams since he's so DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he said he was asking for his colleagues as well (all who were obviously smarter than him since they had degrees) and i explained to him that ppl with degrees shd go for a post-grad dip or something in Business since the courses here are all full time and caters mostly to students who graduate straight from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nooOooooOO! This BUGGER said, "I beg to differ. You ask a Finance guy to take a post-grad course in Engineering he would fail." I was stunned. Shit. I shd've thought of the response immediately but my brain was too occupied with things. Either that or in the presence of stupidity, my brain tends to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it, Stupid idiot. OF COZ a guy with Finance will fail in Engineering! STUPID. But ppl with Engineering background can go on to take post-grad programs in Business. DUH! How dumb can some ppl get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so fed up i turned to my comp and started typing, leaving that idiot by himself to talk to himself. I know that puts my job in jeopardy if he ever complains, but let him do so lah, i'm no longer afraid of these stupid ppl. Anyway, i bet he's so stupid that he's gonna run to his momma and ask her to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, where is Mr Orbin?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-133893294832076747?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/133893294832076747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=133893294832076747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/133893294832076747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/133893294832076747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/08/arrogant-but-stupid-bastard.html' title='Arrogant but Stupid Bastard'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-1953116682960774218</id><published>2007-07-23T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:29:06.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, i'm an incoming student from XXX</title><content type='html'>Ok. This post is not directed to any country or race so i've crossed out the country of origin of this incoming student's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked into the office and the father introduced his son as an incoming student from XXX. This was how the conversation went. I wish I could express the look on my face and the accent to you in person. Perhaps those who know me, the next time we meet, i shall do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Excuse me, this is my son. We are from XXX and he is starting school in August. We have just finished out medical examination earlier on but want to find out where we can deposit our pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shocked look on my face. Stared at his in disbelief." "Huh" (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Yes, we applied the tuition grant already and the tuition pee loan. Now we need to know how much pee to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stunned*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-1953116682960774218?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/1953116682960774218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=1953116682960774218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1953116682960774218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1953116682960774218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/excuse-me-im-incoming-student-from-xxx.html' title='Excuse me, i&apos;m an incoming student from XXX'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-999561614714608406</id><published>2007-07-11T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:21:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the police station</title><content type='html'>OMG. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague knows exactly who the emailer was talking about!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ARE a police station!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-999561614714608406?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/999561614714608406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=999561614714608406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/999561614714608406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/999561614714608406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-are-police-station.html' title='we are the police station'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-4986193548906709338</id><published>2007-07-11T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:04:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are not the police station</title><content type='html'>The things that happen to me nowadays... tsk tsk tsk... can write a book liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received an email from somebody looking for her library book. Read and think: Does she really think we'll be able to help her locate that person in the midst of the thousands of students we have in the uni?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i face a slight problem and need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lent a book from the (Institution) Library to a stranger in need around the (date), and the library threatens me that the book is due in a week. Only the foolish are generous, as the wise old men say, and this time the old bats must be correct, for I failed to remember his name that i may contact him when the book was due. I'm sure the fellow has immersed himself in cosmological affairs long enough to have forgotten that the book will be due soon, and I face a problem contacting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please help? He mentioned that he was going to write the (some exam), and since people in (Institution) only write the (some entrance exam) for one reason, i'm hoping that you have an account with his details under it, most importantly a phone number and address (I will now proceed to embarrass myself highly by letting you know that i never bothered to take his number or e-mail down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help locate his account, I managed to garner the following from memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He is short, equal to or over 5'7", with short cropped hair almost as in a crew cut. For two days in a row he specialized in wearing loose little sleeveless vests, but they are not singlets. He also specializes in wearing three-quarters, the ones i saw were grey in colour on both the days i saw him. Being a Chinese National living in Singapore, he always wore sneakers, and i suppose also always wears them. As expected of those who immerse themselves in Deep Cosmology, he wears spectacles. He is a thin, lanky fellow with a grim (but not sad) Chinese face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)He is a Chinese National who at the time of our meeting was going to write the (some entrance exam). He also possessed a student card, which made me wonder why he was studying for the (some entrance exam). One possible logical explanation is that the card belonged to someone else, though i quite clearly remember his face on the card. Assuming that was his face on the card, would it be possible to track him down through his distinguishing feature, given #3 below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)His distinguishing feature, and also the reason why i remember his face so well, is that his face appears as if a million bees had decided to sting it all at once. There are reddish pink bumps all over his face, and although i don't know what could have caused these specifically it is very likely that it is the result of an allergic reaction. This is his unique, one-of-a-kind feature which none of the other students have which i hope will help identify and locate him best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid there isn't much else i remember of the fellow, and I do hope that the information above, though not enough, will help track him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much in advance for your help. I will try and see if i can dig up anything else from memory. Please let me know if you need any more information from me to help track him down, and i will gladly provide such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from your soon,&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;DAKJEIUHFRLIEFHNRF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am i a police database now? Shucks. She'll have better luck at the police station. At least she can do an identity kit to be posted all over the Institution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-4986193548906709338?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/4986193548906709338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=4986193548906709338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4986193548906709338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4986193548906709338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-are-not-police-station.html' title='we are not the police station'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8922174353185337120</id><published>2007-07-04T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:21:39.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird things happen in pairs</title><content type='html'>Ok. Dun worry, I didn't see the same lady again. But yesterday was a day full of weirdos, at least when it is daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was lunch. My fren and I was having subway and out of the corner of my eye i saw 3 ladies walking by the sidewalk, talking really happily. Suddenly, i caught sight of a skinny lady on a bicycle, with a HUGE cardboard box behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady cycled next to the 3 ladies and suddenly swerved in to grab on of the ladies in the neck. As quickly as she grabbed, she also let go and stood there on her bicycle staring at them. My initial thought was they were frens (u know how frens like to shock other frens to strengthen their relationships? Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, one of the other gals asked the lady on the bicycle wat her problem was. She mumbled something, they shouted something, then she quickly cycled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left, the gal who got grabbed told her frens that the crazy lady grabbed her (DUH, a lil too late right!) and by the time one of her very alert (so alert that they din even know the lady grabbed the fren's neck) tried to 'bravely' to chase the woman, she was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8922174353185337120?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8922174353185337120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8922174353185337120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8922174353185337120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8922174353185337120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/weird-things-happen-in-pairs.html' title='weird things happen in pairs'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-1073122283161238662</id><published>2007-07-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:26:46.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people have all the patience</title><content type='html'>Ok. I was on the train to work this morning and I saw probably the most PATIENT (or at least the most stoned) gal I have ever seen in my ENTIRE life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was this:&lt;br /&gt;There was this old lady sitting next to her. That corner of the train only has two seats. I didn't notice this old lady until i had the 'opportunity' to move in to the train as it was pretty packed. I was happily listening to the radio when i dunno how come, but i just turned my attention to this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was dressed unlike any old grannys u will see around Singapore. She's in her sports shoe, really short shorts and some top lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this granny was talking and talking and talking non-stop! So i wanted to catch a glimpse of the person she was (or seemed) to be having such an interesting conversation with. I saw a gal (probably in her early 20s) next to her reading a book and paying no attention to the granny. I was thinking, must be another rude lil teenager whose when the granny nags just ignores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took off my headphones and listened (yes, travelling to work is SOOOO much fun!). Whoa, actually, the granny was just rambling on and on and on. I came to a conclusion that they must not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal was still calmly reading her book and paying NO heed to the granny. i checked-- NO headphones. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole journey, the granny's mouth was non-stop talking (GOD, Please dun let me be like this when I grow older) while the gal just continued reading her book, as tho it was as silent as the library. As i stared more and more (i cannot help it lah!) more ppl noticed the granny and the gal too! LOL so they started staring too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off, it was still the same situation! U know wat? The few moments that i took off my headphones, i already cannot stand the noise the granny was making. And i wasn't even sitting next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gal is AMAZING. If i were her, i'd probably ask the granny to shut the f888 up, not that the granny would stop coz i think she's a lil cuckoo. I think I'll probably get up and squeeze thru the crowd to the next cabin just to get away from "Super Mouth Granny"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to that gal. Must be all the training of ignoring her mom's nagging that helped in the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-1073122283161238662?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/1073122283161238662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=1073122283161238662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1073122283161238662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1073122283161238662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-people-have-all-patience.html' title='Some people have all the patience'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-3398389209807326659</id><published>2007-07-03T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:15:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot who can't see her own mistake</title><content type='html'>The following is a dumb shit that I had to deal with for arranging an appointment with a business partner from her country. We have an office there to help us coordinate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names below are fabricated to conceal their identities. Let's not humiliate them to the max, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, June 27, 2007 4:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]; Orbin&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s ok for Phoenix to have dinner on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Her schedule is from 30 July to 2 Aug. She will live at [some hotel]. Her contact number is +** ***********.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the above clarifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;----- Original Message -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Orbin&lt;br /&gt;To: 'sugar' ; [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Wednesday, June 27, 2007 4:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sounding Phoenix out for the dinner on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 Aug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Please confirm with her the dinner appointment. We will be choosing a Chinese/seafood restaurant that is situated close to her hotel so it will be convenient for her. The venue will be confirmed when we arrived in [my next business trip destination] so we can scout for a dinner place. We hope to meet her at the [business premises/office] and proceed to the dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orbin&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2007 2:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Orbin; [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phoenix will go for the invitation on Aug. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Since you have got her mobile phone no., you can contact her to remind her at that time. Then you can talk to her on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If have any questions, pls contact me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Original Message -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Orbin&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Sugar' ; [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2007 3:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the arrangement. May I confirm with you that the dinner will be on 1 Aug, and not 2 Aug as mentioned in your previous email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orbin&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2007 4:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Orbin; [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just mentioned that her schedule would be 30/07-02/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s okay for dinner at 1 Aug, she has confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the above clarifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Original Message -----&lt;br /&gt;From: Orbin&lt;br /&gt;To: 'Sugar' ; [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2007 5:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for confirming. If you were to refer to your earlier email, you mentioned “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, Phoenix will go for the invitation on Aug. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”, and that was why I needed to reaffirm the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that clarifies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, June 28, 2007 5:41 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Orbin; [colleague]&lt;br /&gt;Cc: [my manager]&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Dinner appointment with Phoenix, [some important] Asscoiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I found the mistake. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how abrupt her apology is when she realised it was her mistake? I can accept an honest mistake, but I cannot accept idiots who refused to admit to their mistakes and can still lie blatantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I found the mistake?" And "Thanks"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dumb fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm sure everyone can tell how good her writing skills are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-3398389209807326659?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/3398389209807326659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=3398389209807326659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3398389209807326659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3398389209807326659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/idiot-who-cant-see-her-own-mistake.html' title='Idiot who can&apos;t see her own mistake'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-5777392915612401585</id><published>2007-07-03T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:45:57.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a dog, bitch!</title><content type='html'>I really cannot stand my office receptionist any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She acts as if she's some kind of big f*** in the office, and acting as the watchdog for the HR department thinking she's some kind of prefect in school.  She must have been a poor pathetic student back then, getting back at whoever she could right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she's an outcast here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate it everytime she does that stupid, disgusting whistle whenever she leaves me my mail on my in-tray.  You know, the kind you use on dogs?  *Pwee pwee* come get your food, *pwee pwee* go fetch, that kind of whistle???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irks me, you damn shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it before I really start treating you like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!  Hrmp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-5777392915612401585?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/5777392915612401585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=5777392915612401585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5777392915612401585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5777392915612401585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-dog-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m not a dog, bitch!'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-101310019311050071</id><published>2007-07-02T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:08:29.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this end?</title><content type='html'>Upon advice from my superior, i stopped replying the African after that last plea by the name of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, he still sends that same email over and over again. It doesn't stop does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he is a lil more innovative. He sends a msg with some portion that belonged to the first email and the second email. HOW interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know u'll get tired of reading about this (just like i'm tired of getting his STUPID emails) but i promise this will be the last post, unless he does anything interesting. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Miss Admissions Officer&lt;br /&gt;Please, am still pleading with you in thy name of Jesus Christ to re consider my admission.&lt;br /&gt;However, think of the timeless, money, patience and I decided to go through because of SMU as my choice of University.&lt;br /&gt;No other Universities can offer my vision and my dreams carreer as your institution, so pleae clearify my admission.&lt;br /&gt;I want to paticipated the next matriculation for 2007 seasion.&lt;br /&gt;For God sake, approve my stand within the few days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you,&lt;br /&gt;Felix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee. I dun NEED his wish of blessing. EEEEEEE I'd rather he just leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-101310019311050071?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/101310019311050071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=101310019311050071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/101310019311050071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/101310019311050071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-will-this-end.html' title='When will this end?'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7002659374683479693</id><published>2007-06-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:28:39.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It didn't stop there</title><content type='html'>After my official email to the guy, he still wrote another letter (when will he give up!!! ARGH)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz Admissions Officer&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more choice, considered time, money, effort,and anxiety I have been through, consider my admission, am pleading with thy Name of Jesus Christ Please don't turn down my vision and dreams towards (the institution).&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford another University....&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you in aboundance....granting my admission.&lt;br /&gt;(The really desperate and irritating Applicant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's name didn't work, so the African trying the Jesus route now. Doesn't he know it won't work either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun mean to be rude but i highly doubt he could afford this institution and the cost of living in Sg. Our current students from Africa has dwindled from 3 to 1, and the 1 is struggling everyday to work instead of study. How can right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7002659374683479693?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7002659374683479693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7002659374683479693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7002659374683479693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7002659374683479693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-didnt-stop-there.html' title='It didn&apos;t stop there'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-822058914965305285</id><published>2007-06-21T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:58:20.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop using God's name, for God's sake!</title><content type='html'>After reading Ms Yucki's earlier post of &lt;a href="http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/african-plead.html"&gt;An African's Plead&lt;/a&gt;, I started the following conversation with my fellow blogger Ms Yucki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;haha the africans are all the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;i have the same kind of stupid people desperate to use our events as an excuse to escape their country &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;yea man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;u know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;got one damn funny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;he asked my colleague to endorse his visa so he can come visit our uni &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;pls loh, he think we dunno ah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;we never simply endorse non-students loh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;idiots &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;like we get those stupid people who registered themselves as sales assistants who wants to come to our international events&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;for WHAT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;they insist they're very interested &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;"in Lord's name"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;just grant them a letter of invitation so they can apply for visa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;these people just wanna get out of their country &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;irritating loh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;in god's name in god's name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;god's name seems to be very cheap &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;and in africa, god must be very busy with these ppl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;idiots lar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;no wonder there is so many ppl suffering &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;yah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;coz others are using god's name to get visas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please stop using God's name so cheaply! And it won't help you anyway, we're not the churches here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-822058914965305285?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/822058914965305285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=822058914965305285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/822058914965305285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/822058914965305285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/stop-using-gods-name-for-gods-sake.html' title='Stop using God&apos;s name, for God&apos;s sake!'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-1279783187268940006</id><published>2007-06-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:23:25.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;20 Jun 07, 18:14&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr Pooh: Hey miss yucki, i read in yesterday's Today that drinking too much alcohol increased the changes of getting breast cancer. Want to put the article up here to warn people around us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my response to Mr Pooh's Cbox chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious that the reporter (and the scientist) is allergic to alcohol loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, they din mention the happy factor when drinking right? tsk tsk tsk. See, always take such articles with a ladle of salt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-1279783187268940006?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/1279783187268940006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=1279783187268940006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1279783187268940006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1279783187268940006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-pooh.html' title='Mr Pooh'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8302657415836349820</id><published>2007-06-21T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:19:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An African Plead</title><content type='html'>Ok. At the risk of losing my job, i really need to post this coz i think it's hilarious. It really outlines the different cultures and ways each ppl from different countries do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: This african dude applied for an institution in Singapore, doesn't know s*** about the institution (from wat i can tell in his correspondence) but just seems desperate to escape to here. He got rejected coz... aiyah, just cannot make it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Miss Admissions Person,&lt;br /&gt;Please I want to plead with you in thy name of Jesus Christ to re consider my admission.&lt;br /&gt;However, think of the time, money, patience and I decided to go through, timeless effort, because of XXX as my choice of University.&lt;br /&gt;No other Universities can offer my vision and my dreams carreer as XXX, so pleae clearify my admission.&lt;br /&gt;I want to paticipated the next matriculation for July 2007 seasion.&lt;br /&gt;For God sake, approve my stand within the few days ahead...plz plz Miss Admissions Person.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighz. They use God's Name ALL the time in ALL their emails. "For God's Sake, i am interested in studying at your institution, in the name of the almighty, provide me with a scholarship so i may come next week!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh &lt;a href="mailto:$%^#*@)%"&gt;$%^#*@)%&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8302657415836349820?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8302657415836349820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8302657415836349820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8302657415836349820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8302657415836349820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/african-plead.html' title='An African Plead'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-1567701149892002956</id><published>2007-06-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:13:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain Complain Complain</title><content type='html'>I wanna complain about a complain that was sent into ST today. Sighz. It just shows that Singaporeans sometimes complain for the sake of complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother wrote in distressed. Why? Coz there were Okamoto condom ads on MRT trains. She says that it is a public transport and we should'nt send the wrong msgs to students and kids. And she ends up (i think she trying to act clever) with "what's next, sex toys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh. She might as well complain that there are condoms sold in supermarkets and 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wat u guys think lah, I think it's ok for those ads to be up. I see that as an opportunity for parents to explain about the birds and the bees to their kids IF the kids every ask. If not, who bothers to really look at ads anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, this type of thing, cannot stop if children start experimenting with it right? Aiyah, u know wat i'm talking about lah, sex sex sex. If they started, wouldn't it be better that they know how to protect themselves? Would this (stupid) parent rather her kid get someone (or themselves) knocked up just coz they didn't know condoms were not very expensive balloons????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. it's Friday. I shd be happy. but I'm not. My whole body aches and I am getting bloody irritated with the STUPID questions ppl can sometimes think of when they walk thru the glass doors into where i work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-1567701149892002956?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/1567701149892002956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=1567701149892002956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1567701149892002956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1567701149892002956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/complain-complain-complain.html' title='Complain Complain Complain'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6956179310795021560</id><published>2007-06-06T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:57:41.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Children</title><content type='html'>I dunno if this has been a tradition all along, but eversince I started work in my new job i realised that it is not only singaporean children that are sheltered, pampered and heavily dependant on their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chidren from Singapore, China and India are the most dependant children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a parent once spoke to me on behalf of his child who wants to study a particular subject that involves a lot of speaking up and argument. How can the child be studying that subject if the child cannot speak up for themselves right!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i've heard that some students who needed to attend interviews will try to bring their parents in! Walau! Wat u expect your parents to do? answer questions on your behalf? why not just ask your parents to enrol into the school and try to change the name on the cert to your name when they graduate? easier right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An indian kid came in with the mom. I din even know she was talking about him to me until he said something that makes me go, "oh... so tat's your child!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China kids are exact replicas of their parents. If the questions they ask and the answers they want to get are not right, they will try and pin you to one corner until they hear what they wanna hear. Sighz. Ok so maybe this one a lil out of topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children from Vietnam, Indonesia and Phillipines are slightly more independant in that they are braver in asking questions without their mommy and daddy to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, stereotyping but u cannot blame me for this and cannot call me racist coz i happen to be asian and i happen to see this happening EVERYDAY. There are definitely some independant kids, but i pray and hope that those who are continually dependant on their parents will wake up their ideas soon. U guys are big enough to at least ask questions and find out about your future for yourselves right!!!!!!! U can't expect your parents to help you with your studies and homework right (i seriously HOPE that is not happening!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay, one more post closer to beating Mr Orbin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6956179310795021560?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6956179310795021560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6956179310795021560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6956179310795021560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6956179310795021560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/asian-children.html' title='Asian Children'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-5198516904074561086</id><published>2007-06-06T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:29:55.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeee!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back. Woohoo! Busy period seems to have stopped momentarily, as fast as the busy period started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a long long LONG overdue post about the convo i had with Mr Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background: Mr Orbin commented about how i've become lazy about posting and I said I was finally busy, finally had something to do (which I will post about this after this post as a complain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i said i will overtake his posts soon and he says that it's impossible coz he'll be posting more and more (yea right, i wonder whether he's eating his own shoe now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;u talk only lar&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;ur NATO&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt; (some icon that doesn't show!)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;only a few more post than me then talk so much&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;u like typical singaporean&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;its a lot more ok&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;Ceh&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;a few more only loh&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;a lot more lor&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;a few more!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;HMPH&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;u so few still dare to SAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;of coz i DARE to say&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;my mouth wat!&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;i stuff ur mouth with my shoe&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;(some icon that refuses to show)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;U dare!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;you dare your shoe also dun dare enter my mouth man&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;dun bet against it!&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;shall i put ketchup for u? hahah&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun eat lame ketchup &lt;strong&gt;(COMMENT FROM ME: ketchup are for whims who cannot enjoy the full ness of chili padi)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;eat foot ketchup&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah u know wat&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;u can post our conversation up as another post&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;walau eh&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;then we have to go thru the editing again&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki says:&lt;br /&gt;i save our convo&lt;br /&gt; Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. basically, if u are lost, no sweat, coz u're not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! 1 post closer to beating Mr Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-5198516904074561086?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/5198516904074561086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=5198516904074561086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5198516904074561086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5198516904074561086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/06/weeeee.html' title='Weeeee!!!!'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8942983829193090442</id><published>2007-05-14T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:00:39.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>Argh! Excuse for not posting these few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans strive to be #1 in EVERYTHING and wants to be all savvy and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wat's the point of being savvy if you dun read websites, but just bombard organizations with STUPID questions?!?!??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wat's the point of being so modern and all when you cannot control the basics of basic of courtesy and manners?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy now answering to stupid ppl (cannot reveal more as this will reveal my job and get me into trouble) that i simply cannot breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;^%#^%2Q0(*#$*&amp;amp;^w#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully will write another post in this lifetime, provided the stupid ppl starts learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8942983829193090442?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8942983829193090442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8942983829193090442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8942983829193090442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8942983829193090442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6787884222294644889</id><published>2007-05-14T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:00:06.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's tales # 2</title><content type='html'>It's Monday and it's time for another one of Grandma's tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I shall share with you the myth behind the tale of "Thou shalt not cut your nails at night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this superstition applies only to ladies.  Specifically virgin ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was believed by our grandmas that the nails lie the elixir to everlasting youth, and that pontianaks (female vampires of ancient folklore around these regions) are able to pick up freshly cut nails at night and follow the owners of the nails and eventually track them down and suck their blood to remain youthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a virgin and you're a lady, and you believe it then it's time to cut those nails in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think its BULLCRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6787884222294644889?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6787884222294644889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6787884222294644889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6787884222294644889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6787884222294644889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/grandmas-tales-number-2.html' title='Grandma&apos;s tales # 2'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6862491554983910783</id><published>2007-05-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:15:57.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of the week</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday and its silly quotes day of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish men had boobs because I like the feel of them. It's so funny - when I record I sing with a hand over each of them, maybe it's a comfort thing."&lt;br /&gt;- Emma Bunton, Baby Spice of the now-defunct pop band Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Emma: So how many hands have you got, girl? You must love elderly men with man-boobies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life."&lt;br /&gt;- Brooke Shields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Brooke: Do you understand the meaning of the word kill?  It means losing of life altogther, genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the hell is Australia anyway?" &lt;br /&gt;- Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Britney: You continue to surprise us with your knowledge, or lack of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, 2 of the 3 above are blonds.  Still wonder why there are so many blond jokes around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't see Ms Yucki around, I think she's abandoning this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6862491554983910783?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6862491554983910783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6862491554983910783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6862491554983910783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6862491554983910783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotes-of-week.html' title='Quotes of the week'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7969259118500322016</id><published>2007-05-07T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:25:50.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless fact of the week</title><content type='html'>Think about this: How useful are machines which can record the number of cars passing a given point on a road to anyone? Yet this is the main product of the very first business of the richest man in the world - Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the factual story - Don't look down on people with apparent stupid business ideas, they could be slapping your face with money in their next business. So, don't give up you failed businessmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7969259118500322016?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7969259118500322016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7969259118500322016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7969259118500322016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7969259118500322016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/useless-fact-of-week.html' title='Useless fact of the week'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-5441849074652351828</id><published>2007-05-06T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:22:27.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here</title><content type='html'>Some ppl say that if you dun get enough rest, your brain doe not function well, and you will feel restless and lack of energy. Rest well and you mind, body and soul will function at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come, after a WHOLE weekend of sleep and nothing but sleep, i feel as restless and as sleepy and as tired and as unmotivated more than if i had followed my normal routine of only sleeping for about 7 hours each day? Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be Monday Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm back. Only coz Mr Orbin has posted 3 posts and me none. Sighz. Will be back again, as soon as I've digested all the yong tao fu soup and the chng tng soup in my tummy. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-5441849074652351828?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/5441849074652351828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=5441849074652351828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5441849074652351828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5441849074652351828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-here.html' title='I am here'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8978585755889147636</id><published>2007-05-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:57:54.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's tales #1</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new week and I'm going to introduce a new segment to this blog every monday - Grandma's tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may have heard of some of these before but apparently there are 'reasons' behind it.  Here, I will put out one by one, the numberous grandma's tales I literally got from my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one - Pointing to the moon is disrespectful to the moon deity and it will punish you by cutting your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this from grandma when I was very young and when my brother's ear got a severe deep cut to his left ear once, I really believed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow up, I wonder why then isn't most loving couples suffering from the same fate (think about the corniest 'romantic' line of all time - look at how round the moon is tonight) and then I realise it must be a whole load of BULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, and they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8978585755889147636?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8978585755889147636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8978585755889147636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8978585755889147636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8978585755889147636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/grandmas-tales-1.html' title='Grandma&apos;s tales #1'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7514922621002344097</id><published>2007-05-06T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:52:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Ms Yucki?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, this Ms Yucki mentioned she was planning to update this blog sometime last week, but I don't see her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7514922621002344097?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7514922621002344097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7514922621002344097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7514922621002344097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7514922621002344097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-is-ms-yucki.html' title='Where is Ms Yucki?'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8458030197971466889</id><published>2007-05-06T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:51:30.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start to the day</title><content type='html'>How the day starts for you is essential to how you feel for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, I set off 10 minutes earlier than usual to work to clear some expected incoming emails over the weekend.  Firstly, the first bus arrived late to effectively cancel out my 10 minutes headstart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the connecting bus refused to come.  For 30 minutes!  And when it finally arrived, there were TWO of them. 2!  What the HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the drivers wait for each other to finish their breakfast before heading out together?  Did they smoke and chit chatted together and then decide to set off at a later timing together?  Or did they go for a quickie (which didn't turn out to be quick after all) in the handicapped toilet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall not digress further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I arrived at the bus stop, it poured.  Relentlessly, the heavens teared.  And guess what happened as I finally got to the entrance of my office buiding.  I saw my big boss coming out for an early smoke break!  And during our weekly meeting, he mentioned that we should observe our punctuality in a thinly veined attempt to point out my fault. GEEZ... the awesome luck I was having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the rest of the day was just awful.  I just didn't know the rest of the week was as well.  I hope this week is much better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8458030197971466889?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8458030197971466889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8458030197971466889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8458030197971466889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8458030197971466889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/05/start-to-day.html' title='start to the day'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-4019569999391366402</id><published>2007-04-25T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:49:55.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.com</title><content type='html'>Was a lil bored outta my head so visited the good ol &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com"&gt;www.bored.com&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out the year i'd die. It said i'll live till i was 73. We'll see about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out: &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/billboards/index.php"&gt;http://www.bored.com/billboards/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-4019569999391366402?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/4019569999391366402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=4019569999391366402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4019569999391366402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4019569999391366402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/boredcom.html' title='Bored.com'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-3488412292766765472</id><published>2007-04-23T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:02:36.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballpoint pens</title><content type='html'>Those of you who love chewing on your pens (especially those of you who are chewing it right now!), I have an interesting fact for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An average of 100 persons die from choking on their ballpoint pens every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, continue chewing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-3488412292766765472?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/3488412292766765472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=3488412292766765472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3488412292766765472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3488412292766765472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/ballpoint-pens.html' title='Ballpoint pens'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-1015057780268058118</id><published>2007-04-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:02:41.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day, May 1</title><content type='html'>Nope, i haven't disappeared, just lost touch with everything yesterday. Monday Blacks (it's not blue, it's black when you feel soooooo sian and slow at work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was talking to a fren about her bday. I think she misunderstood the term "Labour Day". It's a day for workers to rest, but NOoOOooOoo, she had to put her mom into labour. :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-1015057780268058118?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/1015057780268058118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=1015057780268058118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1015057780268058118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/1015057780268058118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/labour-day-may-1.html' title='Labour Day, May 1'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-8775316163582682028</id><published>2007-04-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:16:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I know I must have seen like I'm a periodic contributor even at this early stage of this nonsensical blog, but I have an excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been terribly sick the past two days. Anyway, I have been thinking for the longest time and I just couldnt figure out one thing about clinics throughout this country, or maybe even the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we may all go to the doc's for various kinda of ailments, but I dare say most of us go due to the common illnesses that affects everyone ie. flu, cold, cough, fever etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, I happened to be suffering from the above-mentioned conditions, all combined. Even if the patients there are not there for such ailments, no one in their sane mind would want to fall victim to it if they're already suffering from other kinds of sickness. Imagine having diarrhea with flu or fever.  DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, doesn't this make you wonder why the hell is the clinic the coldest place on planet earth while you're waiting your turn to see the doctor??? Is this a consipracy to make us patients more sick so by the turn you assess our condition, you could give us a higher dosage (and thus more expensive) of medicine? You guys are supposed to make us feel better, not worse. Especially while we're waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-8775316163582682028?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/8775316163582682028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=8775316163582682028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8775316163582682028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/8775316163582682028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-4242025453667738019</id><published>2007-04-18T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:47:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinned</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something so meaningful today. At work, I didn't work. Instead, I focused on making the Mr Orbin &amp; Miss Yucki's Nonsensical Blog more interesting by looking for a very nice skin. I spent SO long on it. On the way, i put in a chatbox, and also found a sudoku challenge for ppl who are interested to test their wonderful skill of wasting time. At last, i found a BEAUTIFUL skin for the blog that got a nod of approval from Mr Orbin. FINALLY! After all the hmm, ahs, and (@*#&amp;amp;&amp;^s from Mr Orbin (exaggerated of coz), we finally agreed on something REALLY REALLY NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering what happened to the skin... well, I COULDN'T LOAD IT UP!!!! Yes, i tried ways and means, read up on everything i could find, brushed up on my html but i still couldn't get it to work!!!!! SO Horrible!!! All my efforts flushed down the toilet bowl like the dead fruit flies i found in my bathroom!!!!!! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out from my cousin from the faraway land of the taz devils that the new blogger system has a problem with us putting in new skins. how can!?!?! How can they promote communism and control the skins that we use on our blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that i was actually kinda flaming the website. hahaha.. i hope we dun get closed down. I din mean to flame blogger (here goes my pathetic plea for leniency...) in fact, i'm happy to be hosted here and to have a place that Mr Orbin and me to spout our nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that one day that this will work out. That the blog will not feel that naked without its designated skin that Mr Orbin and myself have so difficultly chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-4242025453667738019?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/4242025453667738019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=4242025453667738019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4242025453667738019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4242025453667738019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/skinned.html' title='Skinned'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-3106306967389973500</id><published>2007-04-17T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:41:55.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why we shouldn't procreate anymore...</title><content type='html'>Had a discussion at lunch today with my colleague in regards to the V-tech Shootings. Discussed how human nature has evolved to involve such violence, and several other things that I think were quite intellectual (heh) but basically passing time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it led to the topic of kids nowsaday (heh, nowsaday is purposely spelt that way to honour Mr Orbin's beloved colleague).. Yet another reason not to bring a kid into the world. Other than exposing them to the crime that is on the rise, the terrorism, the global warming, the ever increasing cost of living (but the ever deteriorating quality of life), we now have to worry about the other factor-- what if our kid grew up to be some psycho. Sighz. Actually, at the risk of sounding insensitive, i think that the shooter was smart enough to kill himself. But what's the most pitiful about it all is the family that he has left behind to deal with the mess. What should the parents do now. Not that the shooter cares. How are the parents to face the community, the extended family, friends, and even themselves. How can the mom and dad go on living knowing that they brought up someone who shot so many ppl that it was labelled the worst masacre in US modern history!?!?! Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why we should all just enjoy sex and not think about anything else (ie having kids)?! My point exactly. (trying to sound very wise... yea right... hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-3106306967389973500?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/3106306967389973500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=3106306967389973500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3106306967389973500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3106306967389973500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-we-shouldnt-procreate-anymore.html' title='Why we shouldn&apos;t procreate anymore...'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7107184722404290266</id><published>2007-04-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:30:01.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting link....</title><content type='html'>Was randomly checking out some stranger's blog (lost the address! Ack! So cannot link back) and in one of her posts, she asked us to check this really really interesting link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to maps. google.com&lt;br /&gt;Click on the "Get directions" tab&lt;br /&gt;Type in New York, New York for the first tab&lt;br /&gt;Type in Paris, France for the end destination&lt;br /&gt;Read line 24. :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7107184722404290266?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7107184722404290266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7107184722404290266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7107184722404290266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7107184722404290266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/interesting-link.html' title='Interesting link....'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-5563164950618631540</id><published>2007-04-16T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:52:17.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays</title><content type='html'>Reading the earlier post by Miss Yucki, I was reminded of my squeaky voiced colleague who loves to say the word "nowadays'" as "nowsaday".  Notice the S in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you, brother (my skin already crawling due to his squeaky voice), nowSSaday, young people are like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nowssssaday, cannot trust people too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nowssssaday ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOWADAYS!  Are you dyslexic or something???  Dumb arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-5563164950618631540?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/5563164950618631540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=5563164950618631540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5563164950618631540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5563164950618631540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/nowadays.html' title='Nowadays'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-9034075843295911782</id><published>2007-04-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:46:32.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Kachang</title><content type='html'>Got scolded by my Punk Rock Merlion coz of my spelling mistake. She and her nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's spelt as ICE KACANG. Have you already forgotten your Malay!!!! You're MALAYSIAN not Singaporean. You've been dating that weird Singaporean for too long" (Yes yes, PRM, i know that's a jab back to my Superstar DJ for all the times he has insulted you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one leaves in a country for too long, she tends to speak, act, think and spell like the people in that country. Eventhough I haven't been here for too long now, I still make that mistake. It's like when in Rome, do wat the Romans do (Let your dogs poo all over the road-- that's my experience with Rome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go back to Malaysia, i feel a sense of 'slowing down' effect where I tend to walk slower, think slower and basically be more laid back. Even my dressing is laid back! The moment i step out of the Malaysia-Singapore bus into the Singapore custom, my heart races faster, i tend to walk faster, look fiercer and feel more stressed. It's a syndrome that I've felt all these years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, as soon as the place gets a little darker, I get a little more scared. Actually, as soon as I step out of the Malaysian customs, I feel a sense of danger and clutch on to everything with my dear life. I tend to become more suspicious and look forward to getting into my dad's car and quickly locking it up. In Singapore, i can be walking freely at 4am in the morning swinging my bag (ok lah, not THAT blatant) and feel quite safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think food in Singapore sucks until I discovered it was coz i was eating out of food courts (which lately has improved much much more) and I think it's coz we Malaysians have a better taste bud since we grew up with really really REALLY good food. Hahaha... I mean, each time I go back to Malaysia, i have to think really hard of wat i wanna eat- not coz there's nothing to eat, but coz there's so many things that i wanna eat at one go. In Singapore, this does happen lah (to be fair) but then just not that desperate to wanna gobble up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system in Singapore is much more orderly. I know my buses will come almost on time, my cab drivers will follow the meter (for locals lah) and there's a certain set of rules and regulations by which all residents do follow, so you rarely see something extraordinary. In Malaysia ah, there are rules and regulations-- that are always manipulated and broken-- so u dunno wat to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, since when did this post become a comparison of the two countries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun lose your ability in Malay(sia). You should never get corrupted!" What an ironic statement, Punk Rock Merlion.... *hint hint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-9034075843295911782?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/9034075843295911782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=9034075843295911782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/9034075843295911782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/9034075843295911782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/ice-kachang.html' title='Ice Kachang'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-2077220959171144628</id><published>2007-04-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:32:34.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Bighead is...</title><content type='html'>When you meet someone for the first time amongst a small group of friends, there are a few things you should NEVER do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ignore the person completely while you happily chat away with the rest in the group.&lt;br /&gt;2) Talk non-stop... about youself! *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;3) Praise yourself *eyes starts to turn white from rolling*&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't allow anyone else to speak&lt;br /&gt;5) Laugh at your own jokes (if you could call them jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this person that I'm talking about is Ms Bighead.  And, oh! She happens to be Ms Royalty (see earlier post) as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they dare to call me Orbin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-2077220959171144628?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/2077220959171144628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=2077220959171144628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/2077220959171144628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/2077220959171144628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/ms-bighead-is.html' title='Ms Bighead is...'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-6316039509567793363</id><published>2007-04-16T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:25:16.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here to stay</title><content type='html'>Alamak, of course I'm not leaving this blog.  Not anytime soon, I'm just beginning to warm up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post behind my back eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they still dare to call me Orbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-6316039509567793363?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/6316039509567793363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=6316039509567793363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6316039509567793363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/6316039509567793363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-here-to-stay.html' title='I&apos;m here to stay'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-7174603418982058658</id><published>2007-04-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:44:13.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day</title><content type='html'>Special Days are FUN! Today's a special day. Mr Orbin will know wat i'm talking about. No wonder i was wondering how come he's not online to share nonsensical conversations with me!!!! And to think i was worried he'd overshadow me in his post. Walau! How can like that?!?!?! Is he gonna just post ONE post and forget about this page? Am i left here all alone to defend myself? Am i posting something behind his back only for him to see it? wahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-7174603418982058658?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/7174603418982058658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=7174603418982058658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7174603418982058658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/7174603418982058658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/special-day.html' title='Special Day'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-2553710023838533949</id><published>2007-04-13T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T05:38:36.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am gonna post more than mr orbin</title><content type='html'>in a bid to make up for the lack of the post coz of the weekend, i have decided to add one more post, hopefully a long long version of some nonsense that i've experienced thruout this Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to create a poem in honour of Mr Orbin thanks to his ideas. This is to Mr Orbin and His Fav Galfren, Miss Royalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Miss Royalty&lt;br /&gt;So dejected&lt;br /&gt;Got rejected&lt;br /&gt;By her favourite Mr Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Miss Royalty&lt;br /&gt;She is fully carded&lt;br /&gt;But still gets disregarded&lt;br /&gt;By her favourite Mr Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Miss Royalty&lt;br /&gt;Thinks she oozes style&lt;br /&gt;She won't get a smile&lt;br /&gt;Off her favourite Mr Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Miss Royalty&lt;br /&gt;She has a girlfriend duty&lt;br /&gt;In her fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Of her favourite Mr Orbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Gonna get killed on Monday. Wat to do, i'm this bored. Actually, i'm too full. It is amazing wat Singapore has to offer when it comes to food. I just had a 2 hour lunch, straight followed by bubble tea without the bubble and then a 5 dish dinner shared between 2 humans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-2553710023838533949?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/2553710023838533949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=2553710023838533949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/2553710023838533949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/2553710023838533949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-gonna-post-more-than-mr-orbin.html' title='i am gonna post more than mr orbin'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-5765985842681045000</id><published>2007-04-13T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:48:00.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The almost first post</title><content type='html'>Ok. My first post was the test post coz i wanted to just test and see how things worked out (DUH!!!!!) altho not my first time posting but then need to make sure that everything works out right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. anyway, short intro to this blog (if mr orbin hasn't done it since he's writing an entry concurrently)... it's a crazy day, this friday the 13. it was raining pots and pans and i was going crazy coz of all the walk ins (i'm in the customer service line). spoke to mr orbin about stuff. he said i was funny. yea. i get that all the time. heard that from my colleague as well. my head got as big as the rain outside the window (if big is even a word to describe rain, after all in mandarin we always say rain very big). So after lunch, we decided we shd write a blog. Mr orbin shd be posting our convo up now. will leave that to u to read.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, this is a successfully failed page coz we dunno wat will happen lah. all in all, i guess we're doing this to fill out really free time at work since mr orbin seems to be paid to do nothing and me, i have the wonderful acting skills of pretending i'm always very busy. mwahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-5765985842681045000?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/5765985842681045000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=5765985842681045000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5765985842681045000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/5765985842681045000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/almost-first-post.html' title='The almost first post'/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-3664857169181451683</id><published>2007-04-13T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:11:39.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birth of the most nonsensical blog in cyberspace history</title><content type='html'>It all started rather innocently, when Ms Yucki Grosserina got herself the name in which she will so proudly use in this blog. A gross idea was tossed between the two authors of this blog, and so she gave herself the nick Grosserina with me supplying Yucki as her first nick. Little did we know what it was to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;my colleague also told me i very funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;right after u told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i also dunno to be happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;see, everyone thinks so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;be happy lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;then we'll continue to find u funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;ok lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;but then this won't earn me money leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;if only it would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;get into the entertainment biz lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues were telling me the other day that i should be in entertainment too for my sacarstic remarks haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe we shd go together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;u can be the serious sarcastic person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then i be the bubbly and noisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure we'd make a good pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;haahaahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;clash of characters mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;the new dynamic duo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;we can be called feng sa ye feng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;better than gao xiao xing dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki and Mr Blackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;coz u black face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;champion lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if **** told u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;u know the day after the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;the one where we NEARLY had to eat the expensive timsum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;your face SO black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;esp during lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then i tot why u so mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then i din have such a good impression at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then i found out the reason for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;yah lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then i the more i talk to u, the more i know it was a misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;its cuz of ur fave person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;coz of your gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;ur best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;the one that u're spending your day with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;okok im gonna puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i help u lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shd start another blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;entitled "Miss Yucki Grosserina"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun need to lose weight thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno if anyone will read that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;let me contribute also leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i start one via frenster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then i put u as one of the writers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno wat we'll write lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm definite it will fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;but at least we will read it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;it might be a resounding success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i know wat i can write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;about my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;about the stupid ppl who comes to ****&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;sighz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i got so much material but i forgot liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;and frenster's down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;once it's up i shall let u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then we just post nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;then we can add more ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;it shd be quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;i know my frens will kill me coz thy will receive "**** **** has just updaed her blog again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;the most irrational blog ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;evil laughter~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;ok set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;okok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll become famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;and earn money thru ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;haahaahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;and then no need to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;yah like xiaxue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;dream dream dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;the worst is that no one reads but we'll still have fun posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;one rule, cannot edit any of the posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;actually our this conversation should be our first posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;so once u post, it'll be posted on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;set lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;we should name it the "Mr Blackie &amp;amp; Miss Yucki's Nonsensical Blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;blackie doesnt sound good leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;call me Mr Awbin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;Orbin sounds better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yucki Grosserina says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Orbin says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two nonsensical, bored-to-tears employees gave each other ridiclous-sounding nicknames, you know nothing good will come out of it. So this blog is born. What we guarantee our readers is absolute pure irrational nonsense, as you can tell from our conversation. But our mundane lives are no longer boring with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for more nonsense coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** actual names of people and organisations have been erased instead of being replaced to ensure absolute confidentiality. We thank you for your understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-3664857169181451683?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/3664857169181451683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=3664857169181451683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3664857169181451683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/3664857169181451683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/birth-of-most-nonsensical-blog-in.html' title='birth of the most nonsensical blog in cyberspace history'/><author><name>Mr Orbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10689305216304953326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9219799064383867243.post-4143506403537364602</id><published>2007-04-13T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T02:31:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9219799064383867243-4143506403537364602?l=mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/feeds/4143506403537364602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9219799064383867243&amp;postID=4143506403537364602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4143506403537364602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9219799064383867243/posts/default/4143506403537364602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrorbinmissyucki.blogspot.com/2007/04/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Yucki Grosserina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00077085716376576595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
