<?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-4506907328556820160</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:40:08.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michaelism</title><subtitle type='html'>Live my life, unleash my potential, erupt my power, balance my mind, challenge the future</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truemichaelism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506907328556820160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truemichaelism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michaelism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05813124895347795320</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506907328556820160.post-3626291419331291717</id><published>2008-04-06T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:04:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usually i dun give a damn to these kind of people but today, SHE (not the taiwanese pop group S.H.E., they are pretty and SHE is not) definitely spoilt my mood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was after dinner jz now with Alex that i gone back to FFLM to enjoy my novel reading time coz it was raining elephant and giraffe outside, i cant go to get my car. It was the lovely time i gave myself everyday to pamper myself during this holiday and for all these while, it was as lovely as it can never be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT TODAY, there was this lady or should i say woman came to sit on the set of couch next to the one i was sitting on and start flirting with a Turkish guy. That guy is a regular in LM and a nice person. Dunno how he knew this LOUD SPEAKING lady....woman....At first i ignored their conversation but she was so loud, it distracted me away from my book. I listened (i.e. evesdropping, but not my fault, she asked for it) to wat she was talking and she was there boasting abt how well she can speak French, and the funny thing was the Turkish guy wasnt impressed at all and he started to talk abt how ppl nowadays dun learn French anymore...hahaha...she was speechless and I was giggling...wahaha...!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then i continued to read, ignoring them once again. After abt 10 minutes later the guy walked off, i think he cannot tahan her liao and was trying his best to end the conversation. I was so glad but then again, there she came again. There is a Chinese proverb which says "Another wave comes before the previous one subsided", which is very true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There she goes again, took out her HP and started to call one of her friend. She spoke even louder than before as if she wanna let the whole gym know that she was on the phone. At that hour 6pm the gym was quite empty so you could hear her voice echoing around. I think the guy on the threadmill at the other end oso could hear her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She was there again boasting to her friend about her trip to Beijing next week, about how much she's gonna spend to buy a brand new violin back from china, how much it would cost her in Msia, etc etc etc...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then came the worst part (the worse part being her laughter). She was coughing while she was talking and i could hear it clearly that she was having this chesty cough i.e. sputum in her throat. After a few times coughing, she made that sound, that...that...arghk pui sound. You know wat i mean? I think so. Then i saw her took up the cup (the blue colour cup for hot drinks in FF) fr the coffee and spitted into it. OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was another cup of the same type sitting there in front of me, filled up with coffee, MY COFFEE. I looked into my cup, and the image of her sputum floating in my coffee started to intrude into my mind. Yucks....!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then she was there talking into the phone again......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I tried very hard to concentrate on my book but i couldnt. The thought of that eerie scene kept on flashing in my mind. Even thought stopping did not work for me. I decided to go back earlier than planned. I took up my cup wanting to drink from it, and until it was on my lips that suddenly i realised that i wouldnt want to drink from it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ei??!! She finished her conversation with a big laugh and she walked away with her sputum cup. She went to the bar area and she...she filled it with water. At that moment, there were lightnings and thunders in my head, WAS SHE GOING TO DRINK IT???!!! ARGH.........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wof...!! I was so relieved when i saw her pour away the content into the bin. She was jz trying to flush the content away...At least she was courteous enuf the clean the shit and not jz leave it to the workers there....anyhow, SHE spoilt my mood to continue reading, so i packed my stuff into my bag and walk out....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so pissed off by her that i wanted to take out my phone and snap her photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that i can post it here for u guys to see, but i m a very guai person and the club's rule is no photo taking allowed in the premise so i jz stick to it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haih...spoil my day oni.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506907328556820160-3626291419331291717?l=truemichaelism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truemichaelism.blogspot.com/feeds/3626291419331291717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506907328556820160&amp;postID=3626291419331291717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506907328556820160/posts/default/3626291419331291717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506907328556820160/posts/default/3626291419331291717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truemichaelism.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-traumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd.html' title='Disgusting...!!!'/><author><name>Michaelism</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05813124895347795320</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></feed>
