<?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-10635008</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:59:45.594+08:00</updated><category term='others'/><category term='2009'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Bunny Jojo'/><category term='random'/><category term='2010'/><category term='2007'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='pet peeve'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='tags'/><category term='issues'/><category term='food'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='about me'/><category term='emo'/><category term='the sims 2'/><category term='video'/><category term='outings'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='my life'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='2008'/><title type='text'>SF &amp; Unpredictability</title><subtitle type='html'>Experience The Unexpected</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6616521701424589703</id><published>2010-08-12T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T03:10:19.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Stop Bitching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Its been a long time since I last blogged something but I'm here just to let you BITCH know something!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;If YOU! SERENA! is fighting for MY Choon Hui on MY BLOG then show your damn identity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Just don't act like you're a 5 year old! I'm not afraid to know who you are! Oh other than that, I guess I can help you to let him know of your presence as well!!! Such&amp;nbsp;Privilege!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Even if he's not with me, I don't think he'll like you at all judging on your behavior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;So just don't think of spamming those words on my chatbox already coz ALL my friends see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/TGL0wnhTvEI/AAAAAAAABBI/ADAgLu_NgPA/s1600/30222_406697959685_758374685_4122507_3753932_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/TGL0wnhTvEI/AAAAAAAABBI/ADAgLu_NgPA/s320/30222_406697959685_758374685_4122507_3753932_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DID I MENTION THAT WE'RE LOVING EACH OTHER SINCE 5 YEARS AGO and WE ARE STILL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRL! I'M PITY OF YOU&amp;nbsp;EMBARRASSING&amp;nbsp;YOURSELF ON MY BLOG LIKE THAT. YOU DON'T HAVE TO!!! JUST SEND ME A PERSONAL MESSAGE ON MY FACEBOOK!!! I GUESS YOU KNOW MY PROFILE LINK ALREADY SINCE YOU'VE BEEN STALKING OVER MY PAGE ALL THE TIME!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6616521701424589703?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6616521701424589703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop-bitching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6616521701424589703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6616521701424589703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop-bitching.html' title='Stop Bitching!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/TGL0wnhTvEI/AAAAAAAABBI/ADAgLu_NgPA/s72-c/30222_406697959685_758374685_4122507_3753932_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-798800459707393940</id><published>2010-02-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:49:54.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Double Celebration</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhh......... Today's a double celebration!! It's the first day of Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day! Oh, I hate this shit... Plus there's nothing special happening... I slept pass noon for my brunch (genius eh?). My boy had a date with his mum for movie instead of me today =(&lt;br /&gt;But something really random happened because I guess Mei Yean Tan is having a worse time than I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mei Yean Tan asked me to go to the supermarket with her to get tissues because she is boring and feels like the time is killing her! =P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... Don't kill me please! But, seriously I almost went for tissue shopping with her XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Tiger Year to Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's to Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-798800459707393940?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/798800459707393940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-celebration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/798800459707393940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/798800459707393940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2010/02/double-celebration.html' title='Double Celebration'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5865691375084628646</id><published>2010-02-12T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:00:09.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>2010 and Back</title><content type='html'>I am back blogging for no reason! I don't blog for money, I don't blog of nothing... Really, I couldn't find a good reason why I am blogging again other than "I should make my fingers exercise a little bit more than just commenting on photos and people's status on Facebook. I have stopped it a few months ago but I think I should keep myself dedicated in blogging... Lets see if I can stay on it... If I don't update anymore, there's no doubt that I won't be blogging anymore... By the way, this blog is in a total mess. I am wondering if I should get a new one or just delete those posts I've did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: PLEASE NOTE THAT MY LINK IS NOW www.sfmah.blogspot.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5865691375084628646?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5865691375084628646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-and-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5865691375084628646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5865691375084628646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-and-back.html' title='2010 and Back'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2786966430938354057</id><published>2009-10-01T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:03:13.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Repeated Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRF3cslKhI/AAAAAAAABAE/ji0TMcLz4dw/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Question_Symbol_2045603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRF3cslKhI/AAAAAAAABAE/ji0TMcLz4dw/s200/bigstockphoto_Question_Symbol_2045603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's funny and unbelievable that everyone have been asking me this stupid question repeatedly. I mean almost everyone! You can never guess what they asked and how often they asked with their super eager look. It's simply ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU WENT TO THE MAMAK STALL???"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, these people asked me while we were AT the MAMAK stall.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, I went to the MAMAK's thrice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with my answer now???&lt;br /&gt;Now say Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;Just because you think it's unbelievable that I went to the MAMAK's trice in 2 weeks. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2786966430938354057?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2786966430938354057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/10/repeated-question.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2786966430938354057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2786966430938354057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/10/repeated-question.html' title='The Repeated Question'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRF3cslKhI/AAAAAAAABAE/ji0TMcLz4dw/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Question_Symbol_2045603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-122799574568928516</id><published>2009-10-01T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:37:41.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Missing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;URGENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a MISSING NOTICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsQ_SFeJT0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/pBLFoYSt0xY/s1600-h/fbi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsQ_SFeJT0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/pBLFoYSt0xY/s200/fbi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Anonymous (preferbly Edwin because this name sounds SO SWEET!)&lt;br /&gt;Age: Above 18, Under 22&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics: Tall, tanned, strong chest, big palms, a pair of eyes and a SUPER ATTRACTIVE SMILE&lt;br /&gt;Traits: Caring, adventurous,loud &amp;amp; quiet, listener, talker, giver, taker, ambitious........., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISSING LOVER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE HELP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEAVE ME A COMMENT OR E-MAIL A.S.A.P. IF FOUND!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-122799574568928516?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/122799574568928516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/122799574568928516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/122799574568928516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing.html' title='Missing!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsQ_SFeJT0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/pBLFoYSt0xY/s72-c/fbi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4724544445008055407</id><published>2009-09-28T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:19:00.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>PY Sweet 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRkdnJ47VI/AAAAAAAABAs/vRQs-3WENyk/s1600-h/DSCN0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRkdnJ47VI/AAAAAAAABAs/vRQs-3WENyk/s200/DSCN0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sometime ago, we celebrated Poh Yee's belated birthday. It wasn't a blast since most people didn't turn up, we have some happy girls' moment. I didn't really have much to say. I'm out of words nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than a real good meal at Tony Roma's except for the fact that we waited 1.5 hours for the seat? It's my first time ever not getting stuffed in Tony Roma's because my girls are willing to share with me! I love sharing when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjGQuTcqI/AAAAAAAABAM/ir9jkaU_G_c/s1600-h/DSCN0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjGQuTcqI/AAAAAAAABAM/ir9jkaU_G_c/s200/DSCN0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjS5TnRyI/AAAAAAAABAU/dHvHxbBouTk/s1600-h/DSCN0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjS5TnRyI/AAAAAAAABAU/dHvHxbBouTk/s320/DSCN0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjn5dAT-I/AAAAAAAABAk/v4fdVswLZMs/s1600-h/DSCN0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjn5dAT-I/AAAAAAAABAk/v4fdVswLZMs/s320/DSCN0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjc9W45HI/AAAAAAAABAc/pywJXrD6XIc/s1600-h/DSCN0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRjc9W45HI/AAAAAAAABAc/pywJXrD6XIc/s320/DSCN0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4724544445008055407?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4724544445008055407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sometime-ago-we-celebrated-poh-yees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4724544445008055407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4724544445008055407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sometime-ago-we-celebrated-poh-yees.html' title='PY Sweet 19th'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SsRkdnJ47VI/AAAAAAAABAs/vRQs-3WENyk/s72-c/DSCN0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7967035159035849125</id><published>2009-09-08T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:03:11.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeve'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeve 1:  Brainwashing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;You just found out that my life isn't so interesting after all? After all the posts about somebody else's birthdays, there's nothing better for you to keep up on date about my life? So, I decided to start writing about my pet peeves... Things that pisses me off and annoys me. After all, life isn't always perfect. There's sure always something to complain about... especially... from a girl like me =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pet peeve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqXyPByLoeI/AAAAAAAAA_s/o0puxj2IOik/s1600-h/633575285515607655-brainwashing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqXyPByLoeI/AAAAAAAAA_s/o0puxj2IOik/s320/633575285515607655-brainwashing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are some people who love brainwashing people by telling them what is right and what is wrong. In most things, a normal adult do not need somebody to TELL us that what is right or wrong. It is quite annoying to actually talk to somebody's who knows how to do that. As if he/she is trying to brainwash everybody to have the same perception as theirs. It is rather logical that if you tell somebody, "I don't think stealing can make you a living for the rest of your life" or "It is dangerous for you to drink and drive". I don't mind people trying to tell somebody these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if somebody said.....&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't vote for 'somebody' because it's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't talk as if you are a friend to your teacher because it's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't befriend with my enemy because it's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't talk about your religion with your friends because it's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;"The British, the Dutch, the Frence are bad because they colonize others, so they're always wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!!!! We are all normal adults, we can decide what is right and wrong. Most importantly, not everything on Earth must be either right or wrong. It depends on how you view the matter. In the end of the day, it is still best to view at both side of the world on every matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, STOP TELLING ME WHAT IS RIGHT OR WHAT IS WRONG.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can decide,&amp;nbsp; I can think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you try to brainwash me, because you can't!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7967035159035849125?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7967035159035849125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-peeve-1-brainwashing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7967035159035849125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7967035159035849125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-peeve-1-brainwashing.html' title='Pet Peeve 1:  Brainwashing'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqXyPByLoeI/AAAAAAAAA_s/o0puxj2IOik/s72-c/633575285515607655-brainwashing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-1480474898665853486</id><published>2009-09-01T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:44:33.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>52nd Merdeka</title><content type='html'>For the 52nd Merdeka Eve, I followed my bro and his gang to Genting Highlands. I didn't actually realized that there's Merdeka Eve celebration over there until I experience the 1 hour painful parking-searching-time. We spend most of our time eating, laughing and chilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAbWgazjI/AAAAAAAAA_c/T8mffpEqy9k/s1600-h/group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAbWgazjI/AAAAAAAAA_c/T8mffpEqy9k/s320/group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAdocEqUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3nqyN6wfmME/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAdocEqUI/AAAAAAAAA_k/3nqyN6wfmME/s320/fireworks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever heard a stanza that rhymes like this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the clock stroke 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I screamed out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the floating flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up in the dark sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAab-O-1I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Tt9BUEXYR2o/s1600-h/pwn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAab-O-1I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Tt9BUEXYR2o/s320/pwn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Genting for chilling again! Who's going with me? Of course, you must be able to drive, because I can't. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's awesome on that night, except the fact that we were not getting any sleep. We leave Genting around 4 am I guess, and we had our early breakfast at Counnaught. Dim Sum of course! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*all pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.peggychow.com/"&gt;PeggyChow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-1480474898665853486?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/1480474898665853486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/09/52nd-merdeka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1480474898665853486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1480474898665853486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/09/52nd-merdeka.html' title='52nd Merdeka'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqDAbWgazjI/AAAAAAAAA_c/T8mffpEqy9k/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3233863580715983929</id><published>2009-08-29T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:15:56.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Bro's 21st</title><content type='html'>My brother is now 21! Can't really believe it...&amp;nbsp; Like seriously? I still remember myself taking shower with him at 3 years old! Also, him with his power rangers matching t-shirt and pants, they are yellow summore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I see is the drunken him hahahahha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he threw a house poolside partay at our new, kinda empty house... That's a very cool partay, and some of my friends came along too.... Except the 'suami isteri' who have to go to the family function la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC94mJrsPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dpN1M3S46zk/s1600-h/vint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC94mJrsPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dpN1M3S46zk/s320/vint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kaki on that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC95zDH2wI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Z6afYdwJVR8/s1600-h/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC95zDH2wI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Z6afYdwJVR8/s320/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family portrait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you'll know I'm the shortest in the family =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;~*~Happy 21st Birthday Gor!~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*jeng jeng*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3233863580715983929?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3233863580715983929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/08/bros-21st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3233863580715983929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3233863580715983929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/08/bros-21st.html' title='Bro&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC94mJrsPI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dpN1M3S46zk/s72-c/vint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-114328533346543254</id><published>2009-08-02T13:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:20:48.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Mei Yean's 18th</title><content type='html'>Finally! Finally! Finally! Mei Yean is 18! Just like me.... But she doesn't really want it...She wants to kept a dearly baby... Too bad my dear, we can't stop time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went pavilion, for the celebration. This time, I got her something, that everyone contributed. So, thanks to everyone who has contributed, or else, I won't be able to get her the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hahaha.... She made people waited for 1 hour again... LOL! Isn't she adorable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5WITA_PI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bxsBklnMNck/s1600-h/mei+n+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5WITA_PI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bxsBklnMNck/s320/mei+n+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh My, I missed her so so much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that life's miserable without her complaining abour something or somebody.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5UxaVbjI/AAAAAAAAA98/Ii1jx4uygp8/s1600-h/mei+group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5UxaVbjI/AAAAAAAAA98/Ii1jx4uygp8/s320/mei+group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The group picture.... It's quite an awesome celebration afterall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She's happy, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5Xp7zVQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/s63WDhOF2DY/s1600-h/kamil+n+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5Xp7zVQI/AAAAAAAAA-M/s63WDhOF2DY/s320/kamil+n+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weee..... Look at my long-time-friend turned into my new BFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody thought he's Chindian though... because he's SO *ehem* GOOD LOOKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's undeniable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-114328533346543254?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/114328533346543254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/08/mei-yeans-18th.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/114328533346543254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/114328533346543254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/08/mei-yeans-18th.html' title='Mei Yean&apos;s 18th'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Spi5WITA_PI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bxsBklnMNck/s72-c/mei+n+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6885610222496959712</id><published>2009-07-29T13:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:07:16.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Malacca for Malaysian Studies</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously SORRY for not updating my blog for such a long long time. I was procrastinating, thinking if I should continue with blogging. I'm always "just too busy" to get writing on my blog. Hope you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I'm on a short break now, I'm trying to keep updating the happenings for the past 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Malacca for my Malaysian Studies (which I dislike) video project. I have no idea why do I actually go all the way there with 3 guys I knew for only around 2-3 weeks. That's ridiculous. But, I had fun time there. I met interesting people, went to interesting places. Although I have been to Malacca, for I-don't-remember-how-many-times, there's still something that can keep me excitable. Oh, did you not know that I'M A VERY EXCITABLE PERSON???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC6HYuP1AI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0Z3cC6fyuKk/s1600-h/P1050029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC6HYuP1AI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0Z3cC6fyuKk/s320/P1050029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first time riding the trishaw lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC6khehq-I/AAAAAAAAA-k/YCmVFWxpzKE/s1600-h/P1050063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC6khehq-I/AAAAAAAAA-k/YCmVFWxpzKE/s320/P1050063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is indeed a candid picture k?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh... Did I mention that I love my dress with the bunny???&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC66bqOt2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/8hJWcTABFlc/s1600-h/P1050064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC66bqOt2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/8hJWcTABFlc/s320/P1050064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC7UrKJvAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WFLXA6QBksE/s1600-h/P1050039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC7UrKJvAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WFLXA6QBksE/s320/P1050039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC7gEOK_6I/AAAAAAAAA-8/H15Ab4a7f0g/s1600-h/P1050065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC7gEOK_6I/AAAAAAAAA-8/H15Ab4a7f0g/s320/P1050065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6885610222496959712?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6885610222496959712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/08/malacca-for-malaysian-studies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6885610222496959712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6885610222496959712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/08/malacca-for-malaysian-studies.html' title='Malacca for Malaysian Studies'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SqC6HYuP1AI/AAAAAAAAA-c/0Z3cC6fyuKk/s72-c/P1050029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Malacca Town, Melaka, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>2.205685 102.256155</georss:point><georss:box>2.034151 102.02269550000001 2.3772189999999997 102.4896145</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5427758418088021905</id><published>2009-07-16T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:20:07.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>God Bless Maths N Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sl9M9EAfirI/AAAAAAAAA90/YTvOi3Yejs4/s1600-h/you-suck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sl9M9EAfirI/AAAAAAAAA90/YTvOi3Yejs4/s200/you-suck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides the fact that the minister of education don't really like English that much because they are too proud with their own BAHASA MALAYSIA.Is this egoism really worth it? Betting with the future of all of our kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Minister of whatever, as long as you are one of them, look here! Here's what a student of your country have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUDYING MATHS AND SCIENCE IN ENGLISH LANGUAGE IS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER HAPPENED TO MY LIFE FOR THE PAST 17 YEARS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN STUDYING IN YOUR GOVERNMENT SCHOOL WITH FACILITIES SO LIMITED IF I WAS TO STUDY MY MATHS AND SCIENCE IN BM! THIS IS NOT BECAUSE I AM NOT PROUD OF MY NATIONAL LANGUAGE, IN FACT, IT IS SOMETHING I REALLY ENJOYED AND LIKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF YOU ARE TO MAKE UNWISE DECISIONS LIKE THIS, YOU ARE NOT LIKABLE! AND YOU KNOW WHAT WILL PEOPLE DO WHEN THEIR GOVERNMENT IS NOT SO LIKABLE! YOU ARE HIGHLY EDUCATED PERSONS I BELIEVE, SO THINK LIKE AN EDUCATED PERSON! GIVE THE YOUTH THEIR CHOICE OF HOW THEY WANT TO STUDY BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONE WHO SIT IN&amp;nbsp; STUFFY CLASSROOMS AND EXAMS HALL FOR THEIR FUTURE INSTEAD OF YOU! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO SO BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALREADY DOING WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DREAMING FOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE GAINS SUCCESS THE EASY WAY! BY THE WAY, ENGLISH IS WIDELY UNDERSTANDABLE AND IS NOT DIFFICULT FOR EVERYDAY USE IF STUDENTS WORK HARD! IS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO MAKE THINGS EASY FOR KIDS IN SCHOOL AND A HARD LIFE IN THE FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY FELLOW COUNTRYMAN, WHY THINK ABOUT INTERNATIONAL CONNECTION WHEN EVERYTHING IS ABOUT LOCAL? BUY LOCAL PRODUCTS, LEARN LOCAL LANGUAGE, STAY LOCAL, THINK LOCAL.... In the other words, &lt;i&gt;jadilah seperti katak di bawah tempurung&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I PROMISE MYSELF I WILL NOT EVER SEND MY KIDS TO YOUR SCHOOL WHENEVER I CAN AFFORD AN INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THEM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Do sign my post if you do agree! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5427758418088021905?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5427758418088021905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-our-kids.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5427758418088021905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5427758418088021905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-bless-our-kids.html' title='God Bless Maths N Science'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sl9M9EAfirI/AAAAAAAAA90/YTvOi3Yejs4/s72-c/you-suck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2089324385081561752</id><published>2009-07-12T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:56:48.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>I'm Having a Phobia</title><content type='html'>I am very sure that I am confirmed having a phobia called........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INSECTOPHOBIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes Yes.... That's what it is! I'm really really afraid of insects! To second that, I hate them to the max too! I'm just this way. No matter what I tried. I tried to ignore it, stay still to it, forget about its presence, just to name a few. These just don't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with the climate in Malaysia, bugs and insects are everywhere. They are just EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cockroach in the kitchen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ugly bug in my room!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smelly bug in the living room!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ladybug on the kettle!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Giant ants on the rambutans! &lt;/b&gt;(they are really giant I can see their giant claw on their head clearly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bees in the garden!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flying insect near the lights!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maggots look alike thingy on rubbish!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freaking worms in spoiled fruits!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm having some serious goosebumps! Not many things other than these disgusting stuff give me goosebumps! They are even worse than lizards although lizards suck too! Oh yeah, Last month, I found lizard in mt pretzels AND biscuits! I thought they eat insects. If so, what the hell are they doing in HUMAN FOOD????!!! Trying to mate there or something? Idiotic retard lizards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a bug and you are seeing this, I warn you not to come near me or anywhere in my room. Because despite the fact that I am a helpless, loving and caring girl with a big heart, I will do just ANYTHING towards insects and bugs. If I see you sitting there being horny and calm, the first thing I will do is RUN. And then acting bombastic in front of everybody. And I will make my sister catch and KILL YOU! Yes!&amp;nbsp; My sister had caught quite a number of YOU BUGS! And tortured you to death! And those are my freaking ideas! I have all kinds of ideas to KILL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there wass a ugly bug in my room. Thats what I did... And these were our plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Catch it with a plastic bag and tie it then throw it away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Take a book and just smack it =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Use the insecticide and spray directly on it and see it struggle to death&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Use the cellophane tape and tape on it and make it starve and suffocate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The final punishment is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SlmHAebwGNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b88bx-ujDn0/s1600-h/Camera+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SlmHAebwGNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b88bx-ujDn0/s320/Camera+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TAPED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pwned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muahahahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2089324385081561752?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2089324385081561752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-having-phobia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2089324385081561752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2089324385081561752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-having-phobia.html' title='I&apos;m Having a Phobia'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SlmHAebwGNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/b88bx-ujDn0/s72-c/Camera+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3197172383393854827</id><published>2009-07-02T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:18:38.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Super Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SkvSc0GkPII/AAAAAAAAA9k/61Vjm1gbr1Y/s1600-h/super.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SkvSc0GkPII/AAAAAAAAA9k/61Vjm1gbr1Y/s200/super.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I wake up one day, finding myself with a super-cool-and-awesome super power, I hope I will have the ability to turn invisible. My another choice will be able to teleport (like the transporter...hehe). Now, I hope I'll be able to have two inordinary abilities. Just imagine the wonders these abilities can do for you! Maybe I won't be very powerful or immortal like everyone else. At least it does those little wonders that can brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a ugly fugly pimple freshly popped out from nowhere else but in the middle of my face, I can just hide that little pitsy spot with my super power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to sneak out to my boyfriend's place at night, I can turn myself invisible so my parents won't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am going out on the beach during the summer time, I can hide my cellulites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fell down the stairs and there's bruises everywhere, I can keep them away from your eyes because i don't want to disgust you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can quietly stalk and follow my boy to see if he cheats. If he does, I will make noises to creeps him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wake up really late one morning, almost late for class and there is traffic jam everywhere, I can just teleport myself to the college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to go for a cool vacation somewhere, I can just teleport there without waiting a whole long journey. Oh, I can save up on my air ticket too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can teleport to the peak of Himalaya without having to hike all the way up and facing the danger to die of freezing (I'll make sure I bring my oxygen tank too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two abilities are concluded to work very well together and might be dangerous and deadly to some people because it encourages people to practice robbery and serial killing. However, if they are granted to a weak and innocent girl like me, they will be made full use of, because it is mostly used for little pitsy things and used for harm occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3197172383393854827?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3197172383393854827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-awesome.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3197172383393854827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3197172383393854827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/07/super-awesome.html' title='Super Awesome'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SkvSc0GkPII/AAAAAAAAA9k/61Vjm1gbr1Y/s72-c/super.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-482893030713170799</id><published>2009-06-21T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:40:41.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>My life is kinda.... Well, you can't complain much with life isn't it? Life's just the way it is. But I really think I caught with some random habits or accidents or something? No! I'm not say about the accidents you are thinking alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness of mine:&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a REALLY REALLY swollen n terrible ulser on the outer right of my mouth. It's so terrible it's not getting any better after a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I bite my own tongue so much, it's more than you fart, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I started to think that, I may want to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My water bottle is covered with water vapour! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really love cultural stuff. The music, the ornaments, accesories, designs, meaning of something's existance. They are very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to learn something. Just something, Couldn't decide on specifically what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wanted to delete this post. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-482893030713170799?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/482893030713170799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/482893030713170799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/482893030713170799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-9182149113617706445</id><published>2009-06-12T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:41:00.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Mafiaso</title><content type='html'>So I went to the ICPU annual prom (I guess). I actually go just for the sake of going. I even forgot that I have to go to the prom until people reminded me of that! I don't know why did I go, perhaps I have lots of time to spare. At least, I get to see some eye candies, pretty boys, pretty girls...&amp;nbsp; Oh, and killed some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-ZEGRk8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/leyExFat0xM/s1600-h/DSCN1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-ZEGRk8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/leyExFat0xM/s320/DSCN1240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My hair was cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, at least I really think it's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-B_IMcfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/APql5K_TwHc/s1600-h/444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-B_IMcfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/APql5K_TwHc/s320/444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Dougall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheerful, loud, friendly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-IzqSlvI/AAAAAAAAA80/7ETVfWiE25c/s1600-h/ffff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-IzqSlvI/AAAAAAAAA80/7ETVfWiE25c/s320/ffff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really like Yen Yee in her suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I could see her in dress, but she came with her smart looking suit LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-Dg9N8FI/AAAAAAAAA8k/26LcapV1ClU/s1600-h/aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-Dg9N8FI/AAAAAAAAA8k/26LcapV1ClU/s320/aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-E34uyQI/AAAAAAAAA8s/vNo4zDPGuW0/s1600-h/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-E34uyQI/AAAAAAAAA8s/vNo4zDPGuW0/s320/aaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I don't know when these pictures are taken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know they existed until it was uploaded on Facebook....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got to say, the photographer did a decent job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-L-mKyQI/AAAAAAAAA88/gfQqp9FiVlY/s1600-h/yyyt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-L-mKyQI/AAAAAAAAA88/gfQqp9FiVlY/s320/yyyt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-OSidZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/K4QuL0CH_hg/s1600-h/hhh%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-OSidZ3I/AAAAAAAAA9E/K4QuL0CH_hg/s320/hhh%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-Sn1PcMI/AAAAAAAAA9M/EzoY9qzHIjc/s1600-h/rrr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-Sn1PcMI/AAAAAAAAA9M/EzoY9qzHIjc/s320/rrr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shauyin's a cheerful sweet pie!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-u6Jm9sI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aZIA5szE96Y/s1600-h/%3B%3B%3B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-u6Jm9sI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aZIA5szE96Y/s320/%3B%3B%3B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aww, Weinny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have the best laugh ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-9182149113617706445?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/9182149113617706445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/mafioso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9182149113617706445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9182149113617706445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/mafioso.html' title='Mafiaso'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SjI-ZEGRk8I/AAAAAAAAA9U/leyExFat0xM/s72-c/DSCN1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-840473895803432746</id><published>2009-06-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:19:35.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's Grillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How often have I been talking on food? I'm actually craving for some good food right now, but I only have some pictures to share? Time to drool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before, I went to the Roadhouse Grill for some protein LOL! The trainer in California said I'm lack of protein...HELL! So, here's some protein and also CARBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jAckJ8HI/AAAAAAAAA70/3-XBwTKELdU/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jAckJ8HI/AAAAAAAAA70/3-XBwTKELdU/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gGsJOhtI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hYgAQ_F9aLE/s1600-h/P300509_16.20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gGsJOhtI/AAAAAAAAA7c/hYgAQ_F9aLE/s320/P300509_16.20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gIPUdiOI/AAAAAAAAA7k/DMvshbLSgts/s1600-h/P300509_16.20%5B02%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gIPUdiOI/AAAAAAAAA7k/DMvshbLSgts/s320/P300509_16.20%5B02%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gJ0-XOMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Wh3OWnBRjhE/s1600-h/P300509_16.21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gJ0-XOMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Wh3OWnBRjhE/s320/P300509_16.21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gE1en8KI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XkAYi6q8sns/s1600-h/P300509_16.14%5B01%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-gE1en8KI/AAAAAAAAA7U/XkAYi6q8sns/s320/P300509_16.14%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like the background of...RIFLES!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister who have been consistently obsessed with Gunz Online said it's shotguns!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still, I think those are rifles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Bonus for the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banana Leaf Rice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jI59fFoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VcMtbOnRCi0/s1600-h/ABCD0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jI59fFoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VcMtbOnRCi0/s320/ABCD0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jM8MyDtI/AAAAAAAAA8M/NHx8B3m2uqU/s1600-h/ABCD0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jM8MyDtI/AAAAAAAAA8M/NHx8B3m2uqU/s320/ABCD0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jEb3NaLI/AAAAAAAAA78/3SxxA-vU2hM/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jEb3NaLI/AAAAAAAAA78/3SxxA-vU2hM/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to have dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.s. I sincerely apologize if you are reading this in the middle of the night and is hungry =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-840473895803432746?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/840473895803432746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-grillin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/840473895803432746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/840473895803432746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-grillin.html' title='It&apos;s Grillin&apos;'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-jAckJ8HI/AAAAAAAAA70/3-XBwTKELdU/s72-c/ABCD0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7273771834550504499</id><published>2009-06-05T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:37:41.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>I Went to the Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to California Fitness and it is a freaking hell full of torture!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never get to understand the number of hours my brother spent there just for some freaking abs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd seriously rather starve than working out in the gym!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Done! I'm Done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still couldn't believe myself that I woke up early and went to the gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; *smack* *smack*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-Z1sIDBtI/AAAAAAAAA60/0X0gPAf-524/s1600-h/P030609_12.45.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-Z1sIDBtI/AAAAAAAAA60/0X0gPAf-524/s320/P030609_12.45.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-Z3hs1KfI/AAAAAAAAA68/WPZP2cQAl7s/s1600-h/P030609_12.46.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-Z3hs1KfI/AAAAAAAAA68/WPZP2cQAl7s/s320/P030609_12.46.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.s. Plus there's no hottie for some bonus eye candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7273771834550504499?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7273771834550504499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-went-to-gym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7273771834550504499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7273771834550504499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-went-to-gym.html' title='I Went to the Gym'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-Z1sIDBtI/AAAAAAAAA60/0X0gPAf-524/s72-c/P030609_12.45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5915572092493658215</id><published>2009-06-01T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:25:29.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>My Girls!</title><content type='html'>After a&amp;nbsp; whole week of holiday, I'm finally winding out a little bit and trying to take some time to update this poor little blog. I'll try to keep it brief and simple as there's a lot to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VbdCtX0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/G55XVchvtKU/s1600-h/P010609_21.46%5B03%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VbdCtX0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/G55XVchvtKU/s320/P010609_21.46%5B03%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VRAphqkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qd9wpGHgwok/s1600-h/P010609_21.46.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VRAphqkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/qd9wpGHgwok/s200/P010609_21.46.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VBqQCnUI/AAAAAAAAA58/dzac2iVKNUs/s1600-h/P010609_21.44.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VBqQCnUI/AAAAAAAAA58/dzac2iVKNUs/s200/P010609_21.44.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my last exam paper was on Monday, I went back home and called up my girls for a drink to catch up with them. As SOMEBODY wasn't there and fired a big bomb for calling him out, he deserves this! Haha! Think throughly and even more throughly before you speak to a girl like us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VVHYvw3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/Xlg8pDbrdTw/s1600-h/P010609_21.24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VVHYvw3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/Xlg8pDbrdTw/s200/P010609_21.24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VTxkvt1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/zaqSNHBYL9I/s1600-h/P010609_21.29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VTxkvt1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/zaqSNHBYL9I/s200/P010609_21.29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are.... well, as usual, Mei YeanT infectious public camwhore LOL! Oh well, when Mei YeanT is somewhere with you, you won't get enough of pictures taken on the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VW0ws91I/AAAAAAAAA6c/3TandiEt3ag/s1600-h/P010609_21.30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VW0ws91I/AAAAAAAAA6c/3TandiEt3ag/s200/P010609_21.30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love love love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind having to french kiss&lt;br /&gt;with them....but seriously??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5915572092493658215?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5915572092493658215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5915572092493658215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5915572092493658215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-girls.html' title='My Girls!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Si-VbdCtX0I/AAAAAAAAA6s/G55XVchvtKU/s72-c/P010609_21.46%5B03%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-619955369589904336</id><published>2009-05-25T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:59:36.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Check Point</title><content type='html'>Phew, finally I'm done with all the ISU and presentations, which sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start studying for the exam, which I don't want at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hate exams! Assignments are much better!&lt;br /&gt;But still, there is a 30% on exam =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do in this week...&lt;br /&gt;1. Exam&lt;br /&gt;2. Exam&lt;br /&gt;3. Relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do next MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;1. Movies&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet Mei and Poh Yee&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet other random friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Go for a honeymoon with Mei XD&lt;br /&gt;5. Play&lt;br /&gt;6. Movies&lt;br /&gt;7. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;9. Eat&lt;br /&gt;10. Anything&lt;br /&gt;11. Look for a boyfriend LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Look for a girlfriend (if I failed no. 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-619955369589904336?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/619955369589904336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-point.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/619955369589904336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/619955369589904336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-point.html' title='Check Point'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7198477003659482603</id><published>2009-05-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:15:02.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>MeiYeanTagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1. Besides your lips , where is the favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;I never said I like to be kissed on the lips did I? Well, somewhere near the lips then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'm going to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sgw1JJb3_xI/AAAAAAAAA50/Ymm9n4nalpA/s1600-h/P140509_14.28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sgw1JJb3_xI/AAAAAAAAA50/Ymm9n4nalpA/s320/P140509_14.28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;3. Who was the last person / people you took a photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;Sanjarna, Tam and Tar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Lemme tell you, this is scary. I'm even afraid of going for medical check up just because they will take my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;who WAS of the opposite sex? That mean, "he" is now a "she"? Err...No actually XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The person who created this tag just to pass it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;8. What does your last text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;9. What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying for tomorrow's exam and doing my ISU instead of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1o. Do you want someone to be with you right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yes and No. I don't know what I really want now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;11. What was the time you went to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;3 am T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you buy the tee you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Sg. Wang I guess, was like 5 years back???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;14. Who was the last person who text you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Black aka Kah Chun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;1.Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2 You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;3. Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;4. Wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;5. That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;6. Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;7. Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;8. Isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;9. Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #e06666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;10. Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;XOXO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7198477003659482603?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7198477003659482603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/meiyeantagged.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7198477003659482603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7198477003659482603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/meiyeantagged.html' title='MeiYeanTagged'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sgw1JJb3_xI/AAAAAAAAA50/Ymm9n4nalpA/s72-c/P140509_14.28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4021627070095151191</id><published>2009-05-13T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:18:33.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>The Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKsiV2cBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/W15y7qTWTCM/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKsiV2cBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/W15y7qTWTCM/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I experienced something I've never expected for my whole life. I went to the Ti-Ratana Welfare Center to fulfill my community service hours. So that was what I did on a fine Saturday morning with some college mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exploring a huge building which looks bright and cheery on the outside, there's nothing close to that in the building accommodating around 100 children from 3 to 18. Once I entered the compound, I've never heard of a good news. Firstly, I was crushed to know that a child with mental problems living there. In fact, his parents are still alive. What can we expect? Some people just couldn't take their responsibilities on what they have done and its too cruel too kill a baby. They don't realize that once these children call an orphanage Home, they are already killed (in the heart). I get the chances to interact, talk, sing, play and cuddle some of the kids there. They were so desperate for a warm hug, a warm hand and heart to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKiJ-NZLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CEc7emmB3ms/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKiJ-NZLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/CEc7emmB3ms/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was literally crushed for a several times within 2 hours. I didn't know I could be so emotionally involved with them although I have only interacted with them for less than 100 minutes. First of all, a 5 year old girl came into my arms. She was smiling all the while with me, an external smile. She couldn't laugh from deep within her heart. She wanted a pen from me so much, I gave it to her. Then, desperately, she scribbled her name twice together with her age on a small piece of paper she found on the ground. 15 seconds after that, she told me, "I'd like to tell you my dad's phone number." Slowly, she scribbled on the paper again, with 10 number digits. Imagine a 5 years old girl, calling an orphanage her home, could remember her dad's phone number. Isn't it heartbreaking? Another 8-years-old girl lied on my lap, and she said, "Jie, why is your lap so chilly? I like it!" Then, each and everyone of them wanted to lie against me, to feel my unusual body temperature. She kept telling me about her family, which I don't want to know. It's really heartbreaking to learn about an orphan's family. She has some other siblings but she and her brother were both given up to the orphanage. The other siblings of hers live a happy life with her parents. Deep in her eyes, she's looking for hope, she wants somebody to save her, she doesn't like a place with a bunch of children and are all craving for love. She's stuck with me, she showed me a message to bring her home and give her a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKdHXkzNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/sQuPdsHelvo/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKdHXkzNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/sQuPdsHelvo/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Physically, they look quite perfectly fine, but they are emotionally very unstable. They get upset and disturbed very easily. They looked like fine and fresh tofu, once crushed, they are still tofu but they can never turn back to what they initially were. They are crushed forever. Family love is God to them. Then, a 10-years-old girl came to me and showed me her palm. The tiny and smooth palm of hers is massively scarred. There are at least 20 cut scars on her palm, and she said, "I did it! Just for the sake of doing it!" She's only 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself, a family oriented person, loves my family very much and they are the most important thing in the world who have gave me the perfect life. These tiny children have taught me to appreciate them even more, love them even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4021627070095151191?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4021627070095151191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/children.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4021627070095151191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4021627070095151191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/children.html' title='The Children'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SgpKsiV2cBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/W15y7qTWTCM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7467576377999652857</id><published>2009-05-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:17:05.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Musical Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfsU9wJfAfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2bc_gAVWQLc/s1600-h/music-notes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfsU9wJfAfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2bc_gAVWQLc/s320/music-notes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, I wished to have a little bit of musical &lt;strike&gt;talent&lt;/strike&gt; skill. When I was young, I was a very fast learning piano student. Unfortunately, I stopped at Grade 3 when I moved to my Granny's house. Then, I started to learn Chinese and never bother about piano lessons anymore although I missed those time in the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast that I don't even realize that now I'm quite old to learn it again. No one's too old to learn, but time does matter. I wanted to spend more time on my studies and avoid distractions. Tasks in college are fast compiling and unending. I am quite positive that piano lessons at my age really need continuous attention and hard work, especially when I have no talent at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, piano is not currently my passion anymore. I'm attracted to violin. If I did not work hard at it, I'm sure those who listen to my violin performance will suffer from terrible and annoying noise produced by the friction between chords. Since I was young, I never stayed with one passion or interest. They changes constantly that I myself became confused with what I want. In the end, I will just let this attractions, passions and interests come and go like the sea waves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, i still don't have any musical talent. I'm unable to play musical instrument, compose lyrics, sing and dance. Oh Oh! I just missed out something! I still can sing some nursery rhymes! Yay (applause) ! I'll see if I will be really passionate on one particular musical skill and learn it well someday in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7467576377999652857?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7467576377999652857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/musical-talent.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7467576377999652857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7467576377999652857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/musical-talent.html' title='Musical Talent'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfsU9wJfAfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2bc_gAVWQLc/s72-c/music-notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4697518006841363985</id><published>2009-05-01T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:37:24.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Short Term Memories</title><content type='html'>I didn't really realize how and when did this started to happen, but having short term memories is really awful. I used to be active and energetic, I can remember a lot of stuff in my small brain. However, in the recent years, my memories started to fade, I forget about some people I met, I forget about the places I went, some conversation I went through with people, and my studies! Could it be lack of oxygen supply to my brain or something??? Although this is something really awful to happen on a teenager, sometimes it can turn out funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my short term memories scenarios go like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sfpwv4A8ZPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Fft8R4IoLtg/s1600-h/on-empty.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sfpwv4A8ZPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Fft8R4IoLtg/s320/on-empty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene one&lt;br /&gt;You will start a conversation with me...&lt;br /&gt;You: I went to Sunway Pyramid the other day and I saw this really cute dress! OMG! It's really nice!!! It's pink and with black polka dots!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow! Did you buy it?&lt;br /&gt;You: No...They don't carry anymore of my size... Sucks right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah, speaking of that, I hate it too whenever I go to a store with cute clothes but there's no suitable size.&lt;br /&gt;You: Aw man, I forgot to take a picture of it...I wanted to show it to you so much! I think I can bring you there to have a look at it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, Yeah. But, its ok...&lt;br /&gt;You: I think you can fit in it! Try it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh??? Fit what? Try what?&lt;br /&gt;You: #%*wth#%^&amp;amp;*omg#%&amp;amp;*speechless#^&amp;amp;%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;I will be studying in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : 1 + 2 = addition&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : 3 - 1 = subtraction&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : 10 / 2 = division&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : 5 X 5 = multiplication&lt;br /&gt;The Next Day....&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : We're going to do a revision on have we learnt yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Oh my Oh my, what was she talking about yesterday?? I can't remember.....*&lt;br /&gt;** Actually I'm better at Maths than anything else, because I don't have to memorize facts and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;In the morning...&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Oh, I remember I have to bring this to class later, I better remember it*&lt;br /&gt;5 Minutes later....&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot about it....&lt;br /&gt;Then.....&lt;br /&gt;I remembered again when I was on the way to class....&lt;br /&gt;But that couldn't help anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that when somebody like me have a blog, it comes in handy, because at least a little bit of these past still existed in words. Well, things aren't too bad now, at least I am still remembering most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4697518006841363985?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4697518006841363985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-term-memories.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4697518006841363985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4697518006841363985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-term-memories.html' title='Short Term Memories'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sfpwv4A8ZPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Fft8R4IoLtg/s72-c/on-empty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5361845573732360281</id><published>2009-04-28T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:08:33.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Facebook Clones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_1240846809573" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfXXzOPOcgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/2FKZuoKojyg/s320/5457-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tradebit.com/usr/dondada1/pub/9001/5457-1.JPG"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, Do you Facebook?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, Do you Ruumz?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, Do you People?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, Do you Facetropia?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, Do You StudentFace?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, Do You .............. ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every now and then, somebody will come around and tell me about all these Facebook clones. Seriously, how do we need all these clones for? Other than the purpose of adding somebody, stalking on their status, enjoying their party pictures, the random group they joined and tons and tons of quizzes, these stuff actually make no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that all these social networks flood up most of my email spaces? What the hell? Every time I check my mail, the first thing I saw is : "Somebody has commented on your photo", "Nobody has also commented on your photo", "You have 3 NEW matches" and "You received a message from Anybody". If I am a Facebook (and its clone's) avid user, I WILL GO ONLINE AT LEAST EVERY WEEK to check it, you don't have to flood up my mailbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I go on Facebook (and its clones), there's tons more of similar announcement. Somebody got 34% on one-of-the-millions-random-quizzes on Facebook, Anybody has tagged you, Nobody is now friend with Somebody. Oh my, oh my..... Facebook oh Facebook (and its clone), if you are to make so much announcement on the "profile page" then please don't send all these emails to me. I can check either of them, reading both is unnecessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to like Facebook, and I didn't understand the craze over it. I used to have my account since last year, but I'm only using it frequently now just to keep in touch with some friends-become-acquintance people. I used to hate the email notifications AND the announcement from and on Facebook, but now, I'm quite used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is bad about Facebook and its clone though, at least, because of all these endless and uncountable emails sent out by Facebook (and its clone), most email provider expand the capacity of our mailbox! Thank You Facebook (and your clones) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I''ve joined the malaysian Facebook - Ruumz, which is not much raved(What's with the name? Is the ownder of it a hardcore party guest or something?). Thanks to Kamil, but sorry, I don't really spend time on it. I would also like to mention that, I never logged into it YET. Wait until, someday, Somebody, Anybody, Nobody and Everybody joined it, I'll be starting to use it (I guess). Hope Big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5361845573732360281?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5361845573732360281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-clones.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5361845573732360281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5361845573732360281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-clones.html' title='Facebook Clones'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfXXzOPOcgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/2FKZuoKojyg/s72-c/5457-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-106253719959808920</id><published>2009-04-24T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:36:37.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Morning Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfGoe9ISTgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Nltvt3vwULI/s1600-h/monday_morning_blues_tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfGoe9ISTgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Nltvt3vwULI/s320/monday_morning_blues_tn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever experienced morning blues...every morning? I do, and I hate it. Every weekday morning, I look and feel like I got up from the wrong side of the bed, no matter what. I'll end up looking like a zombie. Why is this happening? I just simply hate to wake up early in the morning for class. I can't bare the feelings of waking up and the sun is not up yet. However, the commotion from the several alarm I have(the alarm clock and the phone) and early class time, I have to wake up early everyday. Did I mention that I have a least 5 alarms in sequence every morning just to wake me up, and sometimes I can't even hear the noise, I slept through the time and got up a little bit too late for class. Well, why does this happen to me? I'm not really sure, but some of these reasons might fit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. I sleep way pass midnight every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. I need 9 hours of sleep in order to get fully recharged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. I am not a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. I have dream disturbances every single night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. I have a really comfortable bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. I have hearing dysfunctionality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. I overworked and got too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; 8. I didn't have naps in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. I drank too much water at night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. I am just plain lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I myself think that most of these reasons in the list are potential answers. However, I can't change this habit yet. I tried but it just doesn't last (lasted less than a week). I think what I should have done is, not taking early morning classes, I can't really absorb anything into my brain anyway with the morning blues and drowsiness. Hey, I think night classes can even work better for me, I don't know why I work a lot better at night. But, I can work in the morning too, without one whole night of sleep. What I mean is, I can think actively with I am exhausted but I never went to sleep. However, my brain will not work no matter how long I slept throughout the night. So, I think I work best before bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you work best before bed or after bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-106253719959808920?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/106253719959808920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-waking-up-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/106253719959808920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/106253719959808920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-waking-up-early.html' title='Morning Blues'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SfGoe9ISTgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Nltvt3vwULI/s72-c/monday_morning_blues_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-637932760853646142</id><published>2009-04-22T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:48:17.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day 09'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Se8qzKKGEoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/LUtBj37HjPA/s1600-h/earth-day-and-kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Se8qzKKGEoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/LUtBj37HjPA/s320/earth-day-and-kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Earth Day!&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up People....Wake Up!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what we can do on Earth Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hug a Tree, but be careful of the ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Plant a Tree and Water it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DON'T FART today! It's polluting the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing an Earth Day song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't write anything in school! You're using papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't buy take-out food today! The containers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink Coke today and recycle the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Just stay at home and sleep, you don't have to drive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Play Rock Paper Scissors.... Rock Paper Scissors.... Rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't complain about the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-637932760853646142?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/637932760853646142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day-09.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/637932760853646142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/637932760853646142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day-09.html' title='Happy Earth Day 09&apos;!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Se8qzKKGEoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/LUtBj37HjPA/s72-c/earth-day-and-kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5626108203780874934</id><published>2009-04-15T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:36:03.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>I'm Sick of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SeU5u5-1bpI/AAAAAAAAA18/xZL7qeqdz0k/s1600-h/f_Dreaming2i_eaf8m_3be66be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SeU5u5-1bpI/AAAAAAAAA18/xZL7qeqdz0k/s400/f_Dreaming2i_eaf8m_3be66be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725612436614802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="www.zorpia.com/bertjoy/journals/date/2007/09"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zorpia.com/bertjoy/journals/date/2007/09"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Everyone is talking about dreams, how they dream they can go for a nice holidays, how they dream they would have the hot girl next door as their lover, how they dream they could just lay around at home instead of going out to work. How I wish I could STOP dreaming. I'll say, the dream as in when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely have a good night's sleep. No matter what, no matter when, no matter where, I'll have dreams whenever I'm asleep starting from the second I'm falling into it. No matter how long I have slept, I can never wake up feeling refreshed because of these annoying sleep interruptions. Never a day, an hour, I can sleep peacefully, a really deep sleep. Everyday, I wake up knowing what has happened during my sleep. Some strangers I've met, some awkward scenes, some lovely occasions. But, I don't want this no more, I want to get some sleep without realizing myself is actually dreaming through the night. I'm really sick of it! I'll be thankful and thrilled if I wake up someday, realizing that I did not have a dream the night before, but that only happened for a few finger counting times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is to ask me, what's your dream for the future? I dare to dream no more. I'm sick of dreams, I don't even want to wonder around having another dream that haunt me until I reach it. If my dream is to be a doctor, so what? 10 years later and I'll be one, whats next? Stop dreaming or get another haunting dream? If my dream is to be a mother, 10 years later I'll be one, now what? In the future, I'll be telling myself, now I have my DREAM JOB, I have my DREAM FAMILY, what should I dream about next? Retirement? Lifelong happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams make my life harder than what it supposed to be. I used to dream that I'll finish high school, go to college, get a job, meet the perfect mate, get married, raise children, travel the globe, rest and die (realistic?). Now, I realize that life is more than enough. Things never go the way we want, there's always something that will change our dream. If we change our dream every other anniversary, what's realistic? Now, I can finish high school, I am going to college. Two checks in my life. Wait! Perfect mate don't really exist, plus, now I'm starting to get sick of them. So I'll cancel this out of my dream? Oh, cancel the next too, I don't want to have children anymore. If I am to have all this dreams, everything gets messed up when one doesn't work. Why not just life my live now? Aren't I busy enough with life to bother about imaginary dreams? Things will come and go the way it is. "What goes around comes around". I'll go get a boomerang, I'm sure it will clearly show me the meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, no one knows how long I can live anyway. Why not just live today as if it's the last? Why bother wondering and dreaming? Why worry about what job and guy I'll meet? A Degree couldn't guarantee these if I don't have the luck and fate. I'll just do the best for now and that's it. I'd be glad to live with God's blessings. Then, I can wake up any other day, and realize I've had a dream last night, its gone, now live with life. Oh no, I'm late (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5626108203780874934?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5626108203780874934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sick-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5626108203780874934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5626108203780874934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sick-of-dreams.html' title='I&apos;m Sick of Dreams'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SeU5u5-1bpI/AAAAAAAAA18/xZL7qeqdz0k/s72-c/f_Dreaming2i_eaf8m_3be66be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6926028783625069088</id><published>2009-04-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:38:38.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA68EdCmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/06dXK3mW2Xk/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA68EdCmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/06dXK3mW2Xk/s400/ABCD0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321215078527994466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YooHoo..... I'm now 18 years old and it's actually nothing special to me. I had a great time on that day although I was to sit for my OSSLT test the next day! It was a long day! Of course, I went to class as usual, if it was the OLD me, I would have skipped the classes, but I didn't...Hmm, I wonder why? I've changed, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy Mei planned and invited some close friends to have a dinner outing AND they paid for everything I ordered including the big round birthday cake (I should have ordered lobster, even if it's not available)! So, I actually ate pasta, cheese cake AND black forest cake for dinner! My brother bought me black forest cake!!!!! I was super duper full until I nearly threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll let pictures to do the talking, I have to turn back to my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA71Td_MI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SvR0Vjvxu7c/s1600-h/ABCD0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA71Td_MI/AAAAAAAAA1k/SvR0Vjvxu7c/s400/ABCD0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321215093891792066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA7HjSc5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/WNaGkijoQkQ/s1600-h/ABCD0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA7HjSc5I/AAAAAAAAA1M/WNaGkijoQkQ/s400/ABCD0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321215081610113938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA7tsQ_tI/AAAAAAAAA1c/yCq3dl4qFZk/s1600-h/ABCD0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA7tsQ_tI/AAAAAAAAA1c/yCq3dl4qFZk/s400/ABCD0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321215091848314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA7DM1ECI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ldDkLujn5Uk/s1600-h/ABCD0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA7DM1ECI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ldDkLujn5Uk/s400/ABCD0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321215080442171426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjBZd6GxyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/S40qdHWP5f0/s1600-h/ABCD0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjBZd6GxyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/S40qdHWP5f0/s400/ABCD0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321215603007473442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks You People for the Birthday Wishes be it early or late... I don't mind =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6926028783625069088?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6926028783625069088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/18th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6926028783625069088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6926028783625069088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/04/18th-birthday.html' title='18th Birthday'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SdjA68EdCmI/AAAAAAAAA1E/06dXK3mW2Xk/s72-c/ABCD0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7882445525951568543</id><published>2009-03-30T09:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:17:36.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>The April 1st Game - Truth Revealed</title><content type='html'>As far as I could remember, I've not played the "April Fool" game for a long time since I've been fooled with cockroach years ago. Revising back to those days, I realized how fun it was being in school with friends and try hard to fool each other every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to play the game again......with YOU! I'll tell you a few things and you'll guess which one is NOT A LIE! Here we go.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was the "60 earth hour" two days ago, I was so eager to be a part of it, I told my whole family that we'll stay in dark for 2 hours instead of 1. So we did, and we lighted up lots of IKEA candles and put all around the place. But, the clumsy me fell down near the stairs and some candle wax poured on my leg. Sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was taking care of my baby cousin (he's super cute!) and I was humming and talking to him while a guy asked me if that's my baby. He even thought that I am elder than my elder brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't got my chicken pox! I hope I won't ever get it, it's gonna be bad, really bad. There will be scars leftover all over my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I followed and held a stranger at a mall. He was a total stranger, but I thought he was my brother because they wear the same colour, same hair colour, same height and size. I kept following him in Suria KLCC until I realize somebody keep calling my from behind. Then, I turned around and saw my brother, errr.... so who's beside me??!! I looked up, he's not my brother, but he's cute! He smiled at me, out of embarrassment, I turned around and run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I peed in a bottle. Do I have to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So, Which one of these stuff is REAL?&lt;br /&gt;Any Ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Answers to be revealed on&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The Day After April Fool Day!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So The Answer is......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GOTCHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7882445525951568543?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7882445525951568543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-1st-game.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7882445525951568543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7882445525951568543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-1st-game.html' title='The April 1st Game - Truth Revealed'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6371557790353951771</id><published>2009-03-20T04:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:06:53.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Please Say Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't get the point whenever I pick up my phone with some rude people on the line. I don't get it at all! Aren't we supposed to reply a "hello!" or some greetings before starting a conversation on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/ScKzcVWoWJI/AAAAAAAAA08/iy_pnKKEfqM/s1600-h/phone+shout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/ScKzcVWoWJI/AAAAAAAAA08/iy_pnKKEfqM/s400/phone+shout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315007809600379026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a million times my phone rang with "private no." OR some random numbers stated on the screen, where you seriously, deeply does not know who is it on the other side of the radio waves and you are digging your phonebook to find the possible person there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pick up the phone with a gentle and warm "Hello" with exploding amount of curiousity, there goes a voice going "Hey, you know what the bortymamasuperduperyummyliciousholytoyotaandpeanut............." for 30 seconds. That person don't even stop when you say the second and third "HELLO" and continue with "....and.....and I saw Britney Spears with Paris Hilton's chihuahua in Malaysia over the other day and I'm like so excited, and I actually saw it online.......................................bla bla.........bla ............bla..............." Finally, after one minute of wastage and brain damage, you get to start asking them who are they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/ScKzcQ8OpzI/AAAAAAAAA00/QIFEo-n_W6s/s1600-h/angry+on+the+phone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/ScKzcQ8OpzI/AAAAAAAAA00/QIFEo-n_W6s/s400/angry+on+the+phone.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315007808415901490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I would just LOVE to give that person a big fat slap and cut the call off. Don't these people even care What you are doing? Where you are? Are you busy? Are you sleeping? They just talk as if they're the boss, in fact, they are asking you for a favor to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I HATE answering phone. Don't call me up unless you are in urgent and text me whenever you like(I only reply if nessesary). I'm sorry for I'm not interested in catching up with your celeb gossips and how you feel about your favourite porn, and I'm sorry for I'm not that kind of NICE girl that can take so much time talking nonsense with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY, DON'T CALL ME UP IF YOU LEFT YOUR HELLO IN YOUR MAMA'S WOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6371557790353951771?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6371557790353951771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-say-hello.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6371557790353951771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6371557790353951771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-say-hello.html' title='Please Say Hello!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/ScKzcVWoWJI/AAAAAAAAA08/iy_pnKKEfqM/s72-c/phone+shout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2090315437619642497</id><published>2009-03-03T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:01:28.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>12 Things You Might Not Know About Me</title><content type='html'>These are some facts YOU can't miss! I think it's interesting to write some facts about myself which I just realized. I didn't know I can write so much about myself because most of the time I'll just have "don't know' as the answer for everything.&lt;br /&gt;So if some guy come to me and ask, what's your favourite colour/food/drink?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just slam him with "READ MY BLOG!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.....Now I know no guy will ever want to court me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE LOVE LOVE black forest cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVE Berries!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 2 noticeable birthmarks but people can't see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I enjoy doing assignments than  having nothing meaningful to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can relax and enjoy life even though my untouched works are reaching deadline (that's why I'm blogging now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to save tissue paper. In fact, I'll try to share 1 tissue with somebody in case I don't need a large piece of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I enjoy being with family than being anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm a totally different person when I'm with my family and my friends. (This doesn't mean I'm pretending, its just the way I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I think everyone is smart, so I'll get pissed off when people ask unnecessary questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate searching for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Things in green colour will make me say, "Go Green!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't want to reach 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! I'll make Part 2 if I have more to tell! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2090315437619642497?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2090315437619642497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2090315437619642497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2090315437619642497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='12 Things You Might Not Know About Me'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8843078578877928336</id><published>2009-03-01T12:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:29:16.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Now I Can Look Yonder!</title><content type='html'>I mentioned earlier that my eyes are getting blur, so I went to get a pair of new spectacles, or else I'll be learning nothing in class.  Surprisingly, both of my eyes have to increase the power of around -1.0, which is commonly known as one-hundred-degree.  One hundred add with my current two hundred sums up to a 3.0 a.k.a three-hundred-degrees.  I know some of you have like super-duper eyes, don't even get what's 1.0 and 3.0, so I'm explaining like an idiot now, I'm sorry but I've tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't look good at all with spectacles on and I don't like the hassle of wearing contact lenses, or maybe I should say I don't have the gifted ability to fit a lens onto my eyeball.  Yeah, so now I'm the short-sightedness-girl-next-door to my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear my spectacles 24/7, I only wear them when I have to see words or really far stuff. Complimenting that, my life is mostly blur and dull. I see greens on a tree instead of leaves, I see lights out of my neighbor's windows instead of the fluorescent bulb, I see an animal from far wondering if its a dog or its a goat, I recognize people with their clothes colour instead of face from far, I couldn't see, that's why. In contrary, I can see as if I owned everything with my spectacles on, I hope I don't have any eye defects like what people around me are, then I can minus the hassle and plus the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sav67riUtpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bLS-jGurMpo/s1600-h/ABCD00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sav67riUtpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bLS-jGurMpo/s400/ABCD00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308612488992175762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lastly, I'll show you my new boyfriend I bought, hope he'll help me out over circumstances and don't cheat. His name's Edwin, ahhhh how sweet! Let's looka' yonder darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8843078578877928336?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8843078578877928336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-i-can-look-yonder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8843078578877928336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8843078578877928336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-i-can-look-yonder.html' title='Now I Can Look Yonder!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/Sav67riUtpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/bLS-jGurMpo/s72-c/ABCD00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6224043982118190159</id><published>2009-02-27T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:44:11.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>SPM 2008 Result Day</title><content type='html'>HI friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know that SPM 2008 results are releasing around the end second week of March. So please take note, and get your heart supplements ready! Gosh! Time passes really fast. I hope I don't have test on the result day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) results will be released in the second week of next month.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Students can obtain the results from their schools towards the end of the second week,” said Education director-general Datuk Alimuddin Mohd Dom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The results have been released around this time for the past few years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A total of 442,936 students sat for the examination last year.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/2/27/nation/3356364&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;, February 27, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;PETALING JAYA: The Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) and Sijil Tinggi Agama Malaysia (STAM) results will be released on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;March 12&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Students would be able to obtain the results after 10am from their respective schools, said Education director-general Datuk Alimuddin Mohd Dom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Private candidates will receive their results through the post,” he said in a statement yesterday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A total of 442,936 students sat for the SPM examination, while 6,240 students sat for the STAM papers last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Star, March 6, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hereby, I wish every 2008 SPM candidates Good Luck and All The Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6224043982118190159?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6224043982118190159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/spm-2008-result-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6224043982118190159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6224043982118190159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/spm-2008-result-day.html' title='SPM 2008 Result Day'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-1740602136179805379</id><published>2009-02-25T14:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:38:05.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Why I Don't Blog My Daily Life</title><content type='html'>It was ages since I post about my outings and daily life like I used to. I find them useless, they are senseless. They won't make me realize something that make me a better person, something that makes benefit. I'd rather do something that benefits me and YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of senseless stuff to blog:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to college and I saw this guy, he's like six foot tall, and he looks like he doesn't have boobs. I think he's so cute I wanted to greet him a hello but unfortunately, when I started to smile, he laughed at me because there's vege stuck at my teeth and I wanted to jump down from the D floor, after that, I went to the boring cafeteria and took my brunch, which always taste the same. Then I go to my International Business class and find that the temperature of the room was superb! Comfortable enough for me to sleep in. Then I was doing my English speech, I'm doing good but I was shaking for the entire speech! OMG! So, here I include the picture of the cute guy and myself giving my speech! Then I went shopping and I bought this, that, the bra, the deodorant, the perfume and finally the socks.&lt;br /&gt;[picture of him with 27 teeth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture of me crossing legs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture of bra]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture of boyfriend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture of ugly classmate]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it goes everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Every damn post!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting up my picture and the guy with no boobs!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I if write my blog this way, who would stay awake?&lt;br /&gt;Who would EVEN read it consistently?&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yean don't have to read my blog and will know what happens, so she'll act as if she reads it everyday, which she doesn't have to. I bet she'll feel like killing me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if, I show everybody my MSN chatterbox?&lt;br /&gt;Just to show everyone in the Internet I understand the alienate MSN language: LOL, ROFLMAO, FU*K U, HAIX, You have just sent Pop a nudge. Pop has just sent you back a nudge, screw him now! and lastly, WTF. (I haven't tried posting up my chats, and would like to try if you don't mind knocking your brain on your keyboard.) However, I'm so happy MSN made me understand something my parents don't understand and always blame us wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Stay awake until I wrap this post up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Before I say bye, I'd like to include a few camwhore pictures of mine for you to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait! It's not finished yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 38]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture ...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 124]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! I'm so sorry if the pictures won't load! Because there are too many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: follow my blog and I'll post up 136 photos tomorrow again for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[picture 125]&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.p.s: I'll still blog about my vacation and interesting life stuff guys! Don't worry, I won't be alienated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-1740602136179805379?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/1740602136179805379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-dont-blog-my-daily-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1740602136179805379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1740602136179805379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-dont-blog-my-daily-life.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Blog My Daily Life'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2975372389113204077</id><published>2009-02-21T11:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:04:41.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>The Man-Best-Friend's Rights!</title><content type='html'>I myself am an avid lover of dogs. Why do I love dogs instead of any other animals? It's much related with life interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll clearly state why I love dogs:&lt;br /&gt;1. I find them extremely adorable,&lt;br /&gt;2. Loyalty is vital in a relationship, same with mastership. If I have to love something/someone, he/she/it better be loyal to me. There's no doubt that dogs are the ideal partner of mine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Appearance more or less will count, I don't want to bring a cold blooded creature home and sleeps with me and ugly creatures can give me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to be held during down times. I can see that dogs could understand their master's body language, at least better than most men.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dogs are smart asses. I don't want to be with something really idiotic and give myself troubles.&lt;br /&gt;6. Best of all, dogs obeys to people very well. ( well, that depends on their intelligence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I let you know how much I love this creature, I actually have not bought any, mine just found its way to my house and make it her home then breed here. I don't know why, whenever I go to pet shops, the puppies are cute but I don't feel like having them. You might be glad that you have one with you at home. However, have you ever wondered where did your pet friend come from? How they came into this world? What they have experienced and see? Don't you want to know these if its your boyfriend/girlfriend? Then why don't you check these out about your pets too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your oh-so-adorable-smart-ass is bought in a pet shop, its most probably from a Puppy Mill. What is wrong with Puppy Mill anyway, it sound nice, you might say. Puppy Mill is a breeding place of dogs, where they are tortured, starved, cramped, and misused for breeding purposes. Yes, I mean ONLY for breeding purposes. The dogs in the Puppy Mill undergo the laboring and breeding process 10 times in their lifetime and that's it! They won't get to live anymore, because they are useless to the Puppy Mills. Imagine yourself delivering 10 babies back-to-back, it's awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think, a bitch's job is delivering babies, what's wrong? You most probably haven't seen a dog's pregnancy and the laboring process. If a dog is fairly taken care of such as given adequate food and warm and clean shelter, they still look bad after pregnancy due to the milking process and taking care of her babies. Can you ever imagine how those dogs survive in a Puppy Mill now, I will prefer hell if I'm in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE6rg_PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kQBO6DTnPpc/s1600-h/puppymill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE6rg_PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kQBO6DTnPpc/s400/puppymill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306021098769415410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job Puppy Mill have done besides breeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE_GV7PI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hKpZY46pmFQ/s1600-h/TuscaMill08Hound1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE_GV7PI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hKpZY46pmFQ/s400/TuscaMill08Hound1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306021099955678450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the human, the cause for Puppy Mill existence, should take this lesson and save them! We are the reasons why Puppy Mills run, we can't totally blame on those who run Puppy Mills. Well, we better not try blaming, it's ridiculously endless, instead, solve the problem on the way you can. If you are blaming on owners of Puppy Mills, they are going to blame YOU dog lovers, and who is to blame in the end? God for creating you in such a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE50l9KI/AAAAAAAAAzo/a-HhmDL07A4/s1600-h/petadoption.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE50l9KI/AAAAAAAAAzo/a-HhmDL07A4/s400/petadoption.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306021098539054242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are how puppies from rescue shelter looks like, isn't it much more better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! We have to take action! Never buy animals from pet shops anymore, they are most likely supplied by Puppy Mills. Moreover, puppies from a Puppy Mill won't be healthy and joyful like any others as they are born in a filthy, dark, awful place with mom's unhealthy milk. There are many pets waiting for your love in the animal shelters! Lots of them! Go to the shelter and get one you love! They need your help too! You are helping 2 dogs at once you you get it from the shelter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are stubborn enough to insists on the breed you want, look for home-bred ones, where the mother of the puppies are well taken care of by their master. I'll share my experience, there was once my daddy bring me to his friend's house, he LOVES animals! He have a top breed Golden Poodle which looks some kind like Golden Retriever but BETTER, a Parsi cat, and lots of fishes(in a large pond and 100 fish tanks). Don't ask me how these live together. I got to know that the Golden Poodle is a all round champion and VERY well taken care of. Its live can be compared to a human's. It looks extremely healthy and friendly. Right after I step into the front yard, the dog started to follow the visitors around and stop when we stop. I squatted down and take a closer look at her, she looks in my eyes back. Then, she offered me her hand, so I shake her hands. I wanted a baby from her so much, but they are all sold, with lower price than those in pet shops for a champion baby! Nothing is impossible, look for your neighbors, partners, friends, to see if their pet bred healthy babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, please do research on how to take good care of your new puppy if you are to get one, learn the ways to interact with them and allocate time to give them love. Let's all SAY NO TO PUPPY MILLS. Lets save live of those dogs in Puppy Mills, Lets all close down Puppy Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2975372389113204077?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2975372389113204077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-best-friends-rights.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2975372389113204077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2975372389113204077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-best-friends-rights.html' title='The Man-Best-Friend&apos;s Rights!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SaLGE6rg_PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/kQBO6DTnPpc/s72-c/puppymill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4367082989559438898</id><published>2009-02-20T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T12:31:24.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Wee Wii</title><content type='html'>Did I ever mentioned that I used to crave for a Wii? I'm like a girl who never ever indulge in technologies. I don't think I need iPod, I don't think I need a PS3 with the blu-ray, I don't need a LCD in my room, I never think that I want a particular super expensive phone, and I've never visited iTune's website. Exactly! I'm the kind of girl who doesn't really care about these kind of stuff. The phone I'm using is bought by my brother and he gave it to me, and the same to my computer. Then, maybe daddy think my life is too dull, for not having these stuff, he bought me HP Mini AND Wii on the same day last Sunday! Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like OMG and wanna shout at the mall to tell my dad I love him this much!&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm spoiled, you're totally wrong! With my dad's capability, I can buy anything I want, with the amount he gave me, I can own lots of funky stuff, but I didn't ask for it, I never roll on the ground and beg him for it. Even when he asked me if I want them, I'll reply,"Daddy, but it's expensive! It's ok to not have it." I don't know why, but I don't have the intend to ask him for stuff, I've already have enough to &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; live happily. However, he knows his girl have nothing much, he insisted to buy me these stuff because he don't want me to feel boring. I don't go outdoor, so he bought me Wii to at least sweat a little at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think Wii is the best word EVER? It sounds so nice! No?&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing it since the first day Wii existed at home. I had muscle cramp for like a whole week! By the way, I'm happy to see my whole family gather together to play Wii. It's not something only the spoilt sons use, its for the whole FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I feel like crying! I don't want to get married so I'll live with them forever. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I love my family like nothing else. We don't celebrate CNY eve like any other people because we gather together every damn day, and we have family day every weeked. I don't mind if everyday is family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4367082989559438898?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4367082989559438898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/wee-wii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4367082989559438898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4367082989559438898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/wee-wii.html' title='Wee Wii'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7056929622969305724</id><published>2009-02-18T23:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:38:41.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>I Couldn't See What's Ahead?</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you treating me this way?&lt;br /&gt;I trust on you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you don't look the best&lt;br /&gt;Although you aren't worth the best&lt;br /&gt;But, still after all these years&lt;br /&gt;We have gone through so much together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've went to school together&lt;br /&gt;We've been sleeping together&lt;br /&gt;We've been entering college together&lt;br /&gt;We've been going to movies together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you protect me from falling deeper?&lt;br /&gt;The reflection on you made me a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Now without you, I couldn't step out of house to class&lt;br /&gt;Now without you, I couldn't see what's ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep you well with me&lt;br /&gt;I care you well so I don't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I love you well so you are not neglected&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still, why? Why? Why?!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*bangs wall and 0.98 litres of &lt;s&gt;blood&lt;/s&gt; pee squirted out of my body and is suffering from dehydration*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SZwrKQVapvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2rZTb6F6V7A/s1600-h/1_671274647l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SZwrKQVapvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2rZTb6F6V7A/s400/1_671274647l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304161916319082226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm actually talking about MY PAIR OF SPECKS and my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fish&lt;br /&gt;What the chicken&lt;br /&gt;What the duck&lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; crab&lt;br /&gt;What the prawn&lt;br /&gt;What the lala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short-sightedness is getting worse! I couldn't see what's in front the class even with my spectacles on! They are already deep enough to kill me from an unexpected road accident.&lt;br /&gt;My gosh! I'm going to start taking good care of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with.............&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Online more?&lt;br /&gt;Squint my eyes more?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep more?&lt;br /&gt;Eat more?&lt;br /&gt;Drink more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is going for the laser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: the pair of specs in the picture above is not mine. Those are bombastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7056929622969305724?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7056929622969305724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-couldnt-see-whats-ahead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7056929622969305724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7056929622969305724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-couldnt-see-whats-ahead.html' title='I Couldn&apos;t See What&apos;s Ahead?'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SZwrKQVapvI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2rZTb6F6V7A/s72-c/1_671274647l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6680608395195709381</id><published>2009-02-16T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:38:54.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>War of B vs. O</title><content type='html'>What seriously offends me in the public especially when I'm in crowded and warm places, or maybe school is Body Odour aka BO. I couldn't and will never get to tolerate with Body Odour. It's such a disguise. But, sad to say that there are actually many people out there doesn't know how deodorant work wonders. And I'm with even deeper grieve to say that, many commercial deodorant don't work really well and there's lots to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might think, "if I have BO I'll just have BO. If I put on deodorant I'll be sticky, staining my garment, smelling funny, and its smell interfere with my favourite perfume."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most people don't know how terrible they actually smell and people won't approach them and say "you smells like a rotten rat with stains of crap!" We should take action and try controlling the odour. For some people(or maybe most), no matter how many times they take bath a day,  how much perfume they put on, the odour is going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how some over health concerned people HATE deodorant because&lt;br /&gt;1. They are sticky&lt;br /&gt;2. They have smell that interfere the smell of their overpriced perfume&lt;br /&gt;3. They causes skin discolouration&lt;br /&gt;4. They smells funny after a long day of work&lt;br /&gt;5. They leave a rubbery film on skin&lt;br /&gt;6. They may cause allergy to some people&lt;br /&gt;7. They have aluminium ingredients which is pore clogging and believed to cause Alzheimer and breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that enough for you to avoid using deodorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fear no more because there's Smelly-no-more&lt;br /&gt;It's a mineral crystal stick made of all kinds of mineral salts EXCEPT aluminium salts.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that great? Is that not enough to convince you on how good it works?&lt;br /&gt;Hear what their company, Total Image have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SZmAbOrXySI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/CF9LEg2cXBU/s1600-h/SNM-7%28B%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SZmAbOrXySI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/CF9LEg2cXBU/s400/SNM-7%28B%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303411241490303266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The benefits of Smelly-No-More?&lt;/b&gt;                                                                                                                                               &lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;300% more effective than commercial                                   deodorant                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non sticky and non greasy                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does not mask body odour with perfume                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce perspiration without blocking your                                   pores                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does not contain any harsh chemicals,                                   perfume oils, emulsifiers, alcohol or                                   propellants                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completely safe and no allergic reaction                                 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They are NOT LYING! It works wonder! I've been using a small stick costing me around RM13 for more than a month and guess what, it doesn't seem to decrease much in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my experience:&lt;br /&gt;It's non-sticky and is naturally dry. Just put on some water and roll onto your skin, when it gets dry, it become a film of powdery feeling layer that you hardly see or feel unless you touch it with purpose. It lasts me more than 24 hours, when sometimes I'm out for a full day trip don't get to bath often and IT REALLY LAST and it doesn't have smell. I threw all my deodorants after I've met this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it if you have the chance, it's available in local drugstores and pharmacies. Or else, buy it online [&lt;a href="http://totalimage.com.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]. It's worth it. Deodorant don't walk, they couldn't come towards to court you, instead, make the move yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6680608395195709381?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6680608395195709381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/war-of-b-vs-o.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6680608395195709381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6680608395195709381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/war-of-b-vs-o.html' title='War of B vs. O'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SZmAbOrXySI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/CF9LEg2cXBU/s72-c/SNM-7%28B%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4793840819718518691</id><published>2009-02-13T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:07:10.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Girls, Poor Couples Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Valentine's!&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singles Awareness Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Singles awareness Day made me SO HAPPY! I just realized that being single FEELS SO GREAT! To all the singles and my darlings, We should feel great on Valentines............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to give 65% of our love to somebody else when WE CAN LOVE OURSELVES a 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to THINK of HOW TO REMIND HIM Valentine's arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to convince OURSELVES that work is much more important when he said HE'S BUSY WORKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to PRETEND THAT WE ARE SO EXCITED by the useless Valentine's roses and presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to PRETEND THAT WE ARE ACTUALLY NOT DESPERATE for a bunch of dying flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to WAIT ALL NIGHT for a peck on our lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to keep our attention on HOW OUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DON'T HAVE TO SPEND every 30 minutes running to the restroom to add more make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DON'T NEED TO WEAR extra high heels that we don't know how to walk on just because he likes girls WITH LONG LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could SAVE the Valentine's ultra-spending on our own PS3 games, make ups, clothes, LV, Shoes rather than buying something that you expect our significant other pretending to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We GIRLS don't have to order something WE DON'T normally order in the restaurant just because it's stated "Valentine's Day Special" and it costs 30% more than what we normally eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to get fed up because our boyfriends IS LATE AGAIN on the self-declared SPECIAL day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to say "ITS OK" even though WE ARE EXTREMELY fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to expect OUR BOYFRIEND to dress like HE'S GOING TO THE BALL even though we're sure they WON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to wonder if he'd already READY HIMSELF his condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We CAN STOP EXPECTING him to say the words HE WON'T SAY, "I LOVE YOU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we don't have to boast around to our bestie on how great is our Valentine's even though IT SUCKS because we know she'll start CURSING our BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To: Love Birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Happy Torturing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Hey, No offenses love birds! Just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4793840819718518691?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4793840819718518691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-girls-poor-couples-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4793840819718518691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4793840819718518691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-girls-poor-couples-day.html' title='Happy Girls, Poor Couples Day'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8586629697048220420</id><published>2009-02-12T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:02:52.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><title type='text'>The New Facebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The FACEBLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the reason you share your face in your blogs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, fellow bloggers, here's a good news for everyone! For us bloggers who's always treated as lifeless and nothing-better-to-do geeks in the real world, we can now get into OUR OWN WORLD! Since we, geeks, bloggers spend a significant amount of time facing the UV loaded monitor everyday, of course we should find a new life in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not talking about facebook, maybe those people there are much more "lifeful" than we do. I'm talking about Facebook-For-Bloggers *BloggerUnited where bloggers supposed to unite, I doubt. It's a website where bloggers could share and promote their own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By joining, you will get to:&lt;br /&gt;- meet bloggers around the world&lt;br /&gt;- find a hottie&lt;br /&gt;- share your posts&lt;br /&gt;- get voted&lt;br /&gt;-promote your blog&lt;br /&gt;- increase your blog's traffic&lt;br /&gt;- meet famous people&lt;br /&gt;- add new lovely gadgets to your BORING blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tempted now? I know I'm good at tempting people. hehe. By joining *bloggerunited you won't feel lifeless anymore and you'll love your new social environment because YOU WILL SEE a lot MORE PEOPLE are MUCH MORE LIFELESS THAN YOU DO! Wait what when you can show your friends you are NOT THAT LIFELESS? When you got famous in Bloggerunited someday, you can proudly tell your friends "So What? I'm more famous than you." XD&lt;br /&gt;No don't be mean to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your extra information, Bloggerunited is currently dominated by Malaysian &amp;amp; Singaporean bloggers, so its much more virtual than what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerunited.com/kelle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go to *bloggerunited NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND CLICK ON SIGN UP ON THE RIGHT CORNER IMMEDIATELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*and don't forget to add me as your friend in bloggerunited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8586629697048220420?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8586629697048220420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-facebook.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8586629697048220420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8586629697048220420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-facebook.html' title='The New Facebook!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6783595204695871884</id><published>2009-02-09T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:39:29.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>15 Days of CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On the first day of CNY, I learn to use chopstick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I'm Chinese, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I eat rice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I'm 18,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to use chopsticks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day of CNY, I watched some lion dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was starving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was noisy,&lt;/div&gt;I don't really like lion dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the third day of CNY, I did some gambling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all broke at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won some in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the fourth day of CNY, I went to Holy places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to some temples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to a gigantic mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; And I'm back to temple again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the fifth day of CNY, I went to Kenyir Lake&lt;br /&gt;Its huge like a Sea&lt;br /&gt;The water is emerald clear&lt;br /&gt;But I got all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of CNY, I get miserable&lt;br /&gt;By thinking college is starting soon&lt;br /&gt;And the undone assignments&lt;br /&gt;I wished they would be auto-done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of CNY, I slept pass noon&lt;br /&gt;And I wounded my legs&lt;br /&gt;For the itchy read rashes&lt;br /&gt;Caused by allergy to MUSTARD! (WTF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of CNY, I ate some nyonya food&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep well&lt;br /&gt;The firecrackers sucks&lt;br /&gt;I slept only 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of CNY, I went to cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;It's now very short&lt;br /&gt;Looks kinda awkward&lt;br /&gt;But everyone likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of CNY, I went to The Gardens&lt;br /&gt;To look for my new notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Wanted the latest Vaio P&lt;br /&gt;But decided to have hp Mini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of CNY, I ate some Mamee snack&lt;br /&gt;It's my childhood favorite&lt;br /&gt;Having headache&lt;br /&gt;Due to lack of sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of CNY, Nothing's at its best&lt;br /&gt;I have test next week&lt;br /&gt;And assignments due dates&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the thirteenth day of CNY, Went Bangsar Village&lt;br /&gt;I ate the best Tom Yam&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite food&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourteenth day of CNY, I went to the hot spring&lt;br /&gt;For the sixth time I guess&lt;br /&gt;This time it's different&lt;br /&gt;Because I fainted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifteenth day of CNY, It's Chinese Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the lonely moon&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that its not exactly alone&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm feeling the same&lt;br /&gt;What a cool way to end CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, never know a 15 days blog post can be this short! This is what an extremely lazy people can do. Amazed yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I bet you couldn't guess how many ang paos I get this year. I dare you to guess the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6783595204695871884?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6783595204695871884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/15-days-of-cny.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6783595204695871884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6783595204695871884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/15-days-of-cny.html' title='15 Days of CNY'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6189469423895008357</id><published>2009-02-07T12:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:39:43.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>10 Turn-offs</title><content type='html'>This particular post will seriously turn you off for sure, so don't read it if you &lt;s&gt;are trying to&lt;/s&gt; like me. I'm serious because I'm posting up my BAD HABITS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I just want to keep a good image of mine for just one more minute so let me write some rubbish first. Hmm, do you know that rubbish are spelled R.U.B.B.I.S.H and habits are spelled H.A.B.I.T.S and I'm spelled as S.T.U.P.I.D? For goodness sake, why am I telling you my bad habits to turn off every hot guy that will come across here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of my BAD HABITS, I'll change it to RANDOM FACTS. Don't that sound better? You won't even realize its a bad habit then. hahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Facts about ME!&lt;br /&gt;1. I am Random. (Isn't that obvious enough?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am silly(Do I have to say more?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I collect boxes. (no matter its a toothpaste box, perfume box or tissue box, I'll collect them in my drawer thinking that they'll come to good use but seriously, I seldom make use of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I HATE oranges and papaya. For goodness sake, they have the same colour XD It's actually not because of the colour but the texture, the SMELL &amp;amp; the TASTE! Eww me off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I knock against everything! I don't know what's wrong with me, but I tend to knock my legs and hands against anything near to me(table, bed, pillar, wall, fences, etc.) OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I laugh when I hurt myself. I'll laugh 'ROFLMAO' style for 10 minutes after I knock my tiny toe against the stupid table/chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't own any plushy. Those that girls have to accompany them to sleep that shaped like a mushroom, kitty, doggy, dinosaur, turtle, ah lian's doll etc. I didn't get the point of it, but I don't own any since I'm small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I mis-looked stuff. I'll be wearing my specs and find it everywhere like a mad person. More ridiculously, I tend to hold something in my hand and still look for it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I lost control of my legs. They keep shaking shaking shaking when there's music. I have no music talent so did my nerves, so my legs don't shake according to the music tunes. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I can do the lazy eye. Like this....ops sorry, you couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What? Didn't I just said 10? So that's all, don't be too greedy or you'll regret to know too much stuff about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, I'll show you my lazy eyes to cut your crave towards it k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SY0QXidWW6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/4KxUH23aMxY/s1600-h/IMG_8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SY0QXidWW6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/4KxUH23aMxY/s400/IMG_8135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299910333057883042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6189469423895008357?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6189469423895008357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-turn-offs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6189469423895008357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6189469423895008357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-turn-offs.html' title='10 Turn-offs'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SY0QXidWW6I/AAAAAAAAAy4/4KxUH23aMxY/s72-c/IMG_8135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3287394683082575945</id><published>2009-01-24T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:13:43.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>Hello~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just finished my assignment and I found that everyone is writing about Chinese New Year. I didn't even realized that it's so near, it's next week. Basically, I don't have any special way to celebrate CNY, just traveling around with my family! &lt;s&gt;I get to rest for a few days.&lt;/s&gt; I am still bringing along my laptop to finish up my assignment there! What the?! If I don't do so, I think I couldn't finish them by the due date, which is very near. What the hell is my lecturer thinking? Can't she just give us a break? Ok la, I won't take forever to finish them up though. Normally, I'll just finish one in 1 day, without other entertainment. Haha, that's my habit. I don't care how much marks I'll get, I just want to get it done to not fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally, I'm going to shopping! Shopping shopping relax relax! That's the best thing EVER! I might not be blogging for the rest of the CNY week if I didn't get the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Not to forget, I want to deliver all of you my &lt;s&gt;inaugural speech&lt;/s&gt; CNY wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; to everybody no matter you celebrate it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Enjoy your nation-wide holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Please remember to &lt;s&gt;Play&lt;/s&gt; Drive Safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"GonG Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3287394683082575945?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3287394683082575945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3287394683082575945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3287394683082575945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8045176927886964981</id><published>2009-01-21T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:43:47.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Loaded</title><content type='html'>I don't have the time to blog much about my first day of college, basically, there's nothing special, nothing nice, nothing  fun, just study and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'm loaded with, you know, homeworks and assignments. It's like I don't even have the time to listen to songs, because I couldn't think with noises around me. I'm damn tired! WTF? I have to finish my assignment in just 3 days? I'm only given 3 days... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in Zu Ken's class! But there's not any! Arggg..... At least he could help me out sometimes. I'm going to turn dumb you see, I didn't have the chance to talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have to catch up with stuff, my life is reading, browsing, typing, writing, thinking, reading, reading, writing, thinking, reading, and there it goes. So, er... in short, I'm getting dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8045176927886964981?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8045176927886964981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/loaded.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8045176927886964981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8045176927886964981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/loaded.html' title='Loaded'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-1062952542108965864</id><published>2009-01-18T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:14:52.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>My Nerves!</title><content type='html'>I'm now finally a college student! I'm a Taylor-ian!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my first day, I know it's out of a sudden. I myself couldn't actually believe that i can put aside my laziness and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;Hereby, I'm dedicating 1000 thanks to Zu Ken for helping me a lot and 1000 more thanks to Mei Yean for encouraging me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, my brain is now stuck! I don't know what to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told most of my close friends that I'm going college for the March intake, but I got to know that the march intake's schedule is kind of a messed up one. So, since I got the last opportunity, I registered at the very very last minutes, right before the deadline of January intake. However, I'm still glad I have quite some friends studying there too! So, I hope I won't be a blur cake tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a nervous 7 year old going to school for the first time! Wondering what to bring, how people study, how classmates look like. I'm very very sure tonight will be a sleepless night! All kinds of thoughts will kick my brain plus today I've been sleeping almost the whole day! My nerves keep hunting me since the minute I registered myself in! Haha... I wonder am I only the one like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to calm down a little! And get ready for the assignments, exams, lectures, presentations, and blah blah blah for the rest of the year. I cannot cannot cannot! Hella cannot screw this thing! I wanna pass all my exams and skip retakes! And my brother calls me a nerd &gt;.&lt; Maybe I am one, I didn't know I'm like a nerd except the specs I have which looks kinda nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my sister is going to kill me for keep blogging. So, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-1062952542108965864?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/1062952542108965864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-nerves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1062952542108965864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1062952542108965864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-nerves.html' title='My Nerves!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4218148046524511423</id><published>2009-01-16T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:41:49.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You......</title><content type='html'>You.....&lt;br /&gt;are always waiting for me to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.....&lt;br /&gt;are always by my side but uncatchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.....&lt;br /&gt;are always there with me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.....&lt;br /&gt;eats supper together with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.....&lt;br /&gt;whisper to me when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.....&lt;br /&gt;exotically kissed and suck my soft skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.....&lt;br /&gt;left me love bites the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I have tried to &lt;s&gt;kill&lt;/s&gt; hurt you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I shouted at you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I never loved you...&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have disappeared, I'll miss you....&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive you for hurting and annoying me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW8mr89STTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/p9tjQ7hr-cg/s1600-h/mosq.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW8mr89STTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/p9tjQ7hr-cg/s400/mosq.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291490623723031858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*ROFL at my drawing* XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You! Yeah You Babe! Freaking-big-fat-annoying-ugly-smelly-stupid-idiotic-evil-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOSQUITO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You are gone eternally! I will not see you anymore! By the way, REST IN PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the 1...2..3....4...10 love bites on my legs AND 1..2..3 on my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4218148046524511423?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4218148046524511423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4218148046524511423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4218148046524511423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='You......'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW8mr89STTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/p9tjQ7hr-cg/s72-c/mosq.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7423588392731286694</id><published>2009-01-15T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:01:26.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Widg....What?</title><content type='html'>I just changed &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; some of my widgets because I think they look better and sleek! Appearance does count sometimes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exact, I changed my Chatbox and live traffic widget. I've added some widget from bloggerunited and a Tagcloud. Fistly, I think it looked so cute and I thought it works like the label, but to my surprise, when I first tested on my blog, I bursted out laughing and my poor screen, full of saliva, sorry lol. But you really have to see what i saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW8ItFqKDSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/7AzlkO8bboM/s1600-h/lopl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW8ItFqKDSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/7AzlkO8bboM/s400/lopl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291457657889754402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click to enlarge perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7423588392731286694?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7423588392731286694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/widgwhat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7423588392731286694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7423588392731286694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/widgwhat.html' title='Widg....What?'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW8ItFqKDSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/7AzlkO8bboM/s72-c/lopl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5400417263943616960</id><published>2009-01-15T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:35:04.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Damn The Love</title><content type='html'>This is just another sickly love post. I don't exactly know why I keep thinking about this question, but I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to blurt it out and get it outta my freaking mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's just do this damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was &lt;s&gt;small&lt;/s&gt; really young, I used to get attracted to guys, or maybe I'd call that puppy love, which means it just make no sense at all. Until, I fell in LOVE, there's this question fucking my mind, "Is this just another puppy love that make no sense since I fell into him just 2 months after we know each other?" This damn thing isn't any love at first sight since I've had bad impressions about him the first time I met him actually. Me myself couldn't figure it out if it's LOVE. I considered it a potentially puppy love, which is another senseless thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I've lost everything about him, EVERYTHING! I realized that, it's a true love, yeah babe, rock it, IT IS A DAMN TRUE LOVE. I thought I falls in love easily, because it took me only 2 months. No, I don't fall in love easily. I'm single for half a year, and none of any hot guys out there can make me fall for them because HE IS STILL FUCKING MY MIND. No matter what he have done to me, I tend to put those aside easily. This is so damn wrong, I pissed some people off for not hating him. I've tried to hate just to actually forget him, but I just couldn't because I don't know what exactly hate is. Maybe, someone who have experienced love will not experience hate. Since they are 2 totally different thing? Ok, total crap, people just won't agree with me. I guess this situation only happened on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part, what will happen to me if someday, he's dating another girl, or sleeping with other girls? Well, that's not exactly my business, but I'll be the one watching how much he love another girl. I'm terrified to know that this would happen to me, seeing the person I love to much loving another stranger. Damn this love thing! Damn you LOVE for mind-fucking me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go somewhere far, really far from this place, where I don't get his news easily, where people here couldn't find me easily to avoid this happening to me. This way, he can't even send me his wedding invitation! Cool isn't it? I'll consider going somewhere with lots of &lt;s&gt;angmoh&lt;/s&gt; hot guys for some &lt;s&gt;mind&lt;/s&gt; eye distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: I'm so sorry for the F-bombs I've been dropping due to my mood, maybe you should just refer to my "about" page, I've mentioned 'read on your own risk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5400417263943616960?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5400417263943616960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5400417263943616960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5400417263943616960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-love.html' title='Damn The Love'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6779456636812101590</id><published>2009-01-14T08:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:27:08.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Uncle Streamyx</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! For heaven's sake, How could the Streamyx connection get dumber day by day. Eh, uncle, you also will grow old and slow down your working performance eh? When are you going to &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my mind and I'm going to drop a damn lot of F-bombs! By the way, have Bush dropped this bomb yet?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection is &lt;s&gt; very&lt;/s&gt; fucking slow every night! I've been running like a fucking hungry child to my mama and I asked, "Mama, myspace and facebook is not loading, it says 'try again later' "! Why is the connection so dumb?", and mama said "because it couldn't talk stupid girl!" I collapsed straight away, having a nightmare that Streamyx talking to me eh! Streamyx actually looks like a half-bold, fat and short, with beer belly and wears a pair 60's big brown glasses, he can barely pronouns Hello because he has no teeth near his purple lips! "enno, enno!" he said. I thought he was a fucking retarted cartoon character in Cartoon Network. Despite that, he smells like burning wire, which almost suffocate me to death. Then, I asked him why he work so dumb dumb and he replied, "I'm not given enough of Oomph!" Eh, WTF?! Then I chose to leave that retarded &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; uncle singing Womanizer alone like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes, its already morning and I was so terrified by the tiny but fat uncle I've met! I just fucking wanna load my Facebook, Myspace, Youtube, Friendster,Multiply, MSN, Yahoo! etc. etc! But, what the fucking fuck only Blogger works! I bursted into tears! Then my MSN have been signing in for ages finally got it! But, for god's sake, only 2 of my contacts are &lt;s&gt;alive&lt;/s&gt; online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW048BHJvQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e8qqVI-rxYI/s1600-h/wlm.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW048BHJvQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e8qqVI-rxYI/s400/wlm.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290947740971941122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, after I met uncle Streamyx, and just blurly woke up from my dream, and blogging. I just needed 30 seconds for uploading pictures instead of 30 minutes because of................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW07VTTBnWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qunLTfzkm9E/s1600-h/conn.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW07VTTBnWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/qunLTfzkm9E/s400/conn.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290950374373563746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow! Uncle Streamyx is having his &lt;s&gt;erection&lt;/s&gt; orgasm! Can his &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; girlfriend just do this to him every night? Don't do it in the morning la, since you have already seen above, Malaysians are hyperactive at night and are &lt;s&gt;lifeless&lt;/s&gt; sleepy in the morning. I'll be super duper outrageously overjoyed &lt;s&gt;and can die peacefully&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Ineedtodownloadsomething. Ineedtodownloadsomething. Ineedtodownloadsomething.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6779456636812101590?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6779456636812101590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-god-for-heavens-sake-how-could.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6779456636812101590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6779456636812101590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-god-for-heavens-sake-how-could.html' title='Uncle Streamyx'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SW048BHJvQI/AAAAAAAAAxE/e8qqVI-rxYI/s72-c/wlm.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-1788670009482188423</id><published>2009-01-13T08:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:35:29.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blogging Excitement Triggered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh? Kelle Why updating so much recently? Can't wait to die izit?", that's what in your mind right now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah la, maybe I could just live 1 more day. Who knows when I get out of my house, a freaking diseased pigeon might land on me and gimme a warm morning shit, then I'm infected and get buried 6 feet under the ground? If this could happen then u will miss me for the rest of your blogging life because you won't get to see me updating talking about my &lt;s&gt;useless&lt;/s&gt; boring life and the sims. The last video below will be my will. Then, one of you must take over my responsibility to take good care of my JoJo, or I'll haunt your &lt;s&gt;steamy sex&lt;/s&gt; sleeping nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell I'm not waiting to die now, I just wanna blog just for the sake I'm in the mood. Who says blogging cannot be a few at a time?&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm still to young to die.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't get drunk,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't smoke pot,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't see snow,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't earn $$,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't master singing,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't meet Vitas,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't reproduce,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on a plane yet,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't....why should i tell you so much btw?&lt;br /&gt;Look at my miserable life then you'll know how much I don't deserve to die yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell am i so random right now? Probably too much excitement from the chest pain just now. It triggers my excitement to get up and blog about particularly nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, I think I'm deficit of &lt;s&gt;cholesterol&lt;/s&gt; calcium. I mostly am because I am &lt;s&gt;lactose&lt;/s&gt; milkiness intolerant. I don't drink milk or yogurt or dairy food with HIGH calcium. I don't see how high can C.A.L.C.I.U.M be. It is just as HIGH as THIS. Fine, no matter how HIGH  or low it is, I still have to take it because I.... I'm not going to explain much to bore you. Too bad, I HATE i mean H.A.T.E milk because I think it is &lt;s&gt;rotten&lt;/s&gt; smelly. My hatred towards it is even HIGHER than how CALCIUM can be. So, what other food can provide me calcium? Com'on, tell me before I suffer from the underaged osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWvl6WL7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Yu6iQX00ZIU/s1600-h/Picture1cfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWvl6WL7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Yu6iQX00ZIU/s400/Picture1cfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290574977827554146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe if I said a &lt;s&gt;retarted&lt;/s&gt; picture of me smiling would increase traffic of my post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;s&gt;double&lt;/s&gt; triple ROFL if u believed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-1788670009482188423?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/1788670009482188423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-excitement-triggered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1788670009482188423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1788670009482188423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging-excitement-triggered.html' title='Blogging Excitement Triggered'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWvl6WL7Q2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Yu6iQX00ZIU/s72-c/Picture1cfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-686797213298396044</id><published>2009-01-12T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:16:56.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Silly Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling not so well right now, while I'm penning this down.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my close friends will know this little &lt;s&gt;crazy&lt;/s&gt; silly case about my heart, I was once told by a doctor to take a medical checkup because he suspect something not right about my heartbeat. It was about 2 years ago. I didn't go for the medical checkup and I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 week ago, I feel this little pressure on my heart. It feels something like when you meet your boyfriend for the first time on a date, nervous and confusing heartbeat, you can feel every beat clearly. The difference is mine occurs when I don't see my boyfriend or something, it just happen in a sudden and it last quite long, until I punch my chest area. It only happen these days, and now I'm feeling a little breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just read from the internet, I'm having some symptoms of a heart problem. I don't know what exactly it is, but it's described as "a hole in the heart", due to not fully developed cardiac muscles. =(  It's a rare heart disease but I see most of them are girls who got it during their teenage years, and the healing process is depending on luck or operations. I hope I'm not getting that because there are many alike symptoms between different diseases right?! Maybe its just something minor like anxiety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my dad about it and he wants me to go for a medical check up. I know I've been having not so good health all these while, but they are mostly minor problems. I would like to go on a medical check up, but I'm nervous, really nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seemed like my starting of 2009 isn't so fine, so is this a bad year to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's persisting for a  few hours now, and listening to Vitas does ease the uncomfortable chest a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-686797213298396044?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/686797213298396044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-heartbeats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/686797213298396044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/686797213298396044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-heartbeats.html' title='Silly Heartbeats'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-9077547348766909742</id><published>2009-01-11T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:19:50.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Blog Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nk5jbXpAuqs&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3A3A3A&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;loop=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nk5jbXpAuqs&amp;amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3A3A3A&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nk5jbXpAuqs&amp;amp;fmt=18"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch if the video above is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many "so", "um", "ok" and "well" did you notice in this one single video? It's funny I &lt;s&gt;have tried my best but&lt;/s&gt; still couldn't stop myself from saying those few words. Or else, I might end up reading a script.&lt;br /&gt;To those who have been missing me, I'm doing this video to let you know I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a pair of eyes, a pair of ears(in case you didn't see them), a pair of nostrils and a pair of beautiful lips of mine. But, I'm tanner. So yeah.... the tanned Chinese girl from nowhere reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you have questions like this...&lt;br /&gt;a) You read your previous posts?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do, when I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Why are you keep making videos of your ugly face?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's interesting, and not so.....um....boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Anymore questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-9077547348766909742?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/9077547348766909742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9077547348766909742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9077547348766909742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-confessions.html' title='Blog Confessions'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5847052026113277252</id><published>2009-01-10T00:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:58:47.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sims 2'/><title type='text'>Sims Family: Ryan &amp; Lynette Lewis</title><content type='html'>As I promised, I will write my Sims Family stories, I'll just hope they don't bore you. I'll cut long story &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt; shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Lynette are one of those Sims I first created so I cherish them a lot and hope the family to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBujGe-TI/AAAAAAAAAug/vBfI3GPpS7E/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a3d740_55a3d741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBujGe-TI/AAAAAAAAAug/vBfI3GPpS7E/s400/snapshot_d5a3d740_55a3d741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289338924066339122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige is a single mother who raised her both son Ryan and Greg alone. Ryan is the elder son so he brought his family to a little town in Riverblossom Hill. Ryan is the family guy who wish to meet his true love and build a family with 3 children. Whereas, Greg, is a playboy who loves romance and freedom, thus, he doesn't want to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBuiFwj-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/OY655cvzLKU/s1600-h/snapshot_f5a3e5fa_55a3e5fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBuiFwj-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/OY655cvzLKU/s400/snapshot_f5a3e5fa_55a3e5fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289338923794862050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Lynette and Ashley Vivanco are sisters, they  have totally different dreams. Lynette is the kind-hearted girl next door that hopes to get married, have a steady job and raise her own children. She works in the education industry hoping to help youths in Riverblossom Hill, and she adopted a lost teenager, Katelyn. Ashley on the other hand is less matured and loves to meet new friends. She gets attracted to boys very easily and always end up with love troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBvMkspvI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nqlPwm79nIo/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a3d740_f5a61cd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBvMkspvI/AAAAAAAAAuw/nqlPwm79nIo/s400/snapshot_d5a3d740_f5a61cd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289338935198918386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan started his work as a businessman, and one fine evening, he met Lynette in a restaurant. He is very attracted to Lynette and decided to go after her. Surprisingly, the chemistry between them are very strong and they get bonded almost immediately. Ryan then proposed Lynette and is happily accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBvYG5pHI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XsB5nPvCV9Q/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_75aa5392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBvYG5pHI/AAAAAAAAAvA/XsB5nPvCV9Q/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_75aa5392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289338938295166066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's hard work paid off when he finally able to purchase a house of their own to start a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBveXCq8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/BsABLiuDq-A/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_55aa4ca7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBveXCq8I/AAAAAAAAAu4/BsABLiuDq-A/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_55aa4ca7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289338939973479362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Lynette finally got married. (the girl behind in the picture is the adopted child of Lynette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCopvEF4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/VzFt71WC16c/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_5620ae95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCopvEF4I/AAAAAAAAAvY/VzFt71WC16c/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_5620ae95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289339922279569282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is not so lucky in his job as he always faced troubles and going ups and downs in his career. Lynette initially raised their children - Chloe, Vincent and Victoria, and then worked hard on her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCpPxXowI/AAAAAAAAAvo/0Ogpt49fYns/s1600-h/snapshot_f5b72e1f_760a39ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCpPxXowI/AAAAAAAAAvo/0Ogpt49fYns/s400/snapshot_f5b72e1f_760a39ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289339932489786114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all those smelly diapers, dirty shirts and playful children, all her three children grew up well and is well educated. After graduation, Chloe met Anthony, a police officer and got married to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDblC_GxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/K4USyn8rqqg/s1600-h/snapshot_f5b72e1f_7672c08b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDblC_GxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/K4USyn8rqqg/s400/snapshot_f5b72e1f_7672c08b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289340797194279698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and Anthony started their family with two sons, Michael and Matthew. Finally, Anthony is promoted and earn high pays. Chloe stopped from working and take care of her two hyperactive sons at home. However, that doesn't slow her down. Chloe is a fine lady who loves knowledge, thus she loves writing and selling novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCoq-VI-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/z6Nua2I6TU0/s1600-h/nsnapshot_55b6037d_b656f224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCoq-VI-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/z6Nua2I6TU0/s400/nsnapshot_55b6037d_b656f224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289339922612036578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vincent and Victoria on Graduation Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDbDxkgUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Le-uH5UlBf8/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_9620b42f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDbDxkgUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Le-uH5UlBf8/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_9620b42f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289340788262863170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Ryan and Lynette celebrated their golden year birthday together. Their hard work also made them the Richest Sim in Riverblossom Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDa4GWNuI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YfstgjF1Hkg/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_9620c2d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDa4GWNuI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YfstgjF1Hkg/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_9620c2d4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289340785128781538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They retire and took a break on a summer Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCodRl1_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Bzn-odbTlBk/s1600-h/snapshot_7658fa65_9658fa7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCodRl1_I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Bzn-odbTlBk/s400/snapshot_7658fa65_9658fa7e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289339918934726642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Victoria graduated and got married to her long time boyfriend, Terry Fletcher. Victoria has a very strong degree but she wanted to raise her children before she start working. Terry is an architect, who does not earn very much. They do not have much money and is struggling with economic problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCod6_9tI/AAAAAAAAAvI/dZo0gknQWyM/s1600-h/Screenshot.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeCod6_9tI/AAAAAAAAAvI/dZo0gknQWyM/s400/Screenshot.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289339919108404946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and Terry have two children, Clarence and Adelaine. Clarence loves to be alone and is very active. Adelaine loves to be around her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDbaN3U9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/7MXwQHGxS2E/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_5671175e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDbaN3U9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/7MXwQHGxS2E/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_5671175e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289340794287117266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there's only Vincent left to live with his parents. He is very close to them. Without him, the mansion will be very quiet and lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeD_Pg4ngI/AAAAAAAAAwY/eRdfeN1IVsI/s1600-h/snapshot_f6715947_56715c7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeD_Pg4ngI/AAAAAAAAAwY/eRdfeN1IVsI/s400/snapshot_f6715947_56715c7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289341409889394178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he finally decided to get married and move out on his own. Vincent got married to Shanna, his on-and-off girlfriend since teenage years and wanted to earn money on his own although his family is very rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDawSKnnI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ss3VPYBvdTM/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_9671189d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeDawSKnnI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ss3VPYBvdTM/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_9671189d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289340783030869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all her children got married and moved out, it is very quiet in their huge mansion. Lynette decided to adopt a little child, Caryl. This will help her to spend her time on and she loves to take care of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeD_aXytTI/AAAAAAAAAwo/OiTuwyRsRgk/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_76712135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeD_aXytTI/AAAAAAAAAwo/OiTuwyRsRgk/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_76712135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289341412804048178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Ryan and Lynette will throw parties at home for family and friends reunion. They have very high reputation in town and have a lot of friends. Whenever they hold a party, polices will give them trouble by breaking the parties off. And you know, that is very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeD_UaDxHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TIAoffO83IM/s1600-h/snapshot_f6715947_5671adbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeD_UaDxHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TIAoffO83IM/s400/snapshot_f6715947_5671adbf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289341411202942066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Ryan and Lynette are expecting their... fifth grandchild from Vincent and Shanna. What name do you think I should give the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5847052026113277252?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5847052026113277252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/sims-family-ryan-lynette-lewis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5847052026113277252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5847052026113277252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/sims-family-ryan-lynette-lewis.html' title='Sims Family: Ryan &amp; Lynette Lewis'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWeBujGe-TI/AAAAAAAAAug/vBfI3GPpS7E/s72-c/snapshot_d5a3d740_55a3d741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4385922185345155898</id><published>2009-01-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:08:19.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>What am I doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWXIFGoKMdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/vJ8bM6BvKPg/s1600-h/aaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 63px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWXIFGoKMdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/vJ8bM6BvKPg/s400/aaa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288853327420469714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's my reply to you Kelvin since everyone is curious know a little about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've been doing nothing special except staying at home and going for vacation with family when my dad have holidays. I love to spend my time with them. I know I will miss the time I'm having today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As I grow up, I'm not as close to my parents as when I was small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I didn't give them goodnight kisses before slamming my whole self onto my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I didn't say thank you to my mom for cooking me dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I didn't say thank you to my dad who always buy me things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I didn't sleep on the same bed with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I didn't teddy hug daddy like I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Daddy is so busy these days, he didn't sleep well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He's sleeping late at night and wakes early in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he's smoking more and more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm so worried about his health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why am I so useless! I'm still too young to help him out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If only I'm old enough, I could help him with work and he can slow his pace down a little to rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the working thing, I might be going for holidays with them again this coming CNY! I would like to go for holidays everyday, since daddy don't have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing my Simmy Sims (that's how I call my The Sims 2) almost everyday, lifeless, that's why there's nothing much to blog. Expect most stuff about my Sims in the coming period of time.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would you people even read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;, I might be enrolling into the March batch so I'm currently just chilling at home, gaining weight. But hey, how many times in years to come I can have long holidays like now? I'll just enjoy it before I start to study again then work like a cow until, say retirement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4385922185345155898?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4385922185345155898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4385922185345155898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4385922185345155898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWXIFGoKMdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/vJ8bM6BvKPg/s72-c/aaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4165173520802339826</id><published>2009-01-06T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:08:00.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sims 2'/><title type='text'>Sims Family Stories</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I've mentioned in my About page, I am an avid player of The Sims 2. I've been spending years playing it! Well, today I'll introduce some of my Sims couple to you! I have to say they are among my favourites! Every couple in this post already build their own families their very own way! I can write long long posts about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzbcV40tI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Kkg3goXe8Ps/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a8b363_f5aa3b8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzbcV40tI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Kkg3goXe8Ps/s400/snapshot_d5a8b363_f5aa3b8f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478777741464274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* This is Ryan Lewis and Lynette Lewis(Vivanco)! They are my first Sims and have the largest family tree and is very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzcJgTgPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aJ736afO-64/s1600-h/snapshot_56588bc6_f658d2ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzcJgTgPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aJ736afO-64/s400/snapshot_56588bc6_f658d2ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478789864751346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spencer Beckett and Anne Lurvey. Spencer is a default Sim, I didn't create him, he's ready made. The first family I make with a default Sim, since he really have good genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzcMBDy2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/-XAXiZHZx9Y/s1600-h/snapshot_d5a5e2e7_d634faec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzcMBDy2I/AAAAAAAAAtY/-XAXiZHZx9Y/s400/snapshot_d5a5e2e7_d634faec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478790539004770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ken and Kim Okuma. Japanese looking mother. They have really adorable babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzbpgsqdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/j9q612BbGNE/s1600-h/vivanco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzbpgsqdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/j9q612BbGNE/s400/vivanco.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288478781276465618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ashley Vivanco and Davis Schwaski. Below them are one example of beautiful babies they have, Vanessa. I love to make beautiful babies this way! Vanessa is among the most beautiful baby I have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to know more about their stories? I can post full post about them! Just tell me which story you would like me to tell you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Click on "follow this blog" at the lower right if you would like to follow more of my sims stories! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Simmer&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4165173520802339826?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4165173520802339826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/sims-family-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4165173520802339826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4165173520802339826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/sims-family-stories.html' title='Sims Family Stories'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SWRzbcV40tI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Kkg3goXe8Ps/s72-c/snapshot_d5a8b363_f5aa3b8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-1518289167656528895</id><published>2009-01-03T22:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:21:53.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Great Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my not-so-long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;I went for cuti-cuti Malaysia for around a week.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a update just to keep things alive.&lt;br /&gt;My vacation was really fun! I went to Penang for the #th time and this is the best! I've got no idea why but I really feel happy and I enjoyed everyday I had there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that really makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;1. I shopped and shopped, I don't know how much things I've bought.&lt;br /&gt;2. I ate and ate, I'm not sure how many meals I've eaten.&lt;br /&gt;3. There's not too much traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;4. The bodyguards are really really funny!&lt;br /&gt;5. I do not have to sit in the middle seat of the car! Usually that's my seat because they said I'm the smallest in size and that seat is the same too! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;6. My chapped lips cured!&lt;br /&gt;7. We stayed for a week FOC!&lt;br /&gt;8. Gurney drive. Why is it dried up BTW?&lt;br /&gt;9. The singing rojak man in Gurney Drive hawker's centre. You have to go check him out as he dances and sing while servicing you. I feel like a jakun as I laughed like a I-don't-know-what that night! Rojak rojak.....rojaakk rojaakk! OMG! It's still haunting me!&lt;br /&gt;10. I slept early and wake up early everyday! Hahahahahahaha... I'll try to keep up on that!&lt;br /&gt;11. I've found out that The Ship does not allow reservations and serve on "first come first serve" basis.&lt;br /&gt;12. A really BIG shark was caught at Teluk Bahang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's late now, I should be sleeping as I've been sleeping early for a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll succeed in sleeping early! I will! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again k?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-1518289167656528895?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/1518289167656528895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1518289167656528895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1518289167656528895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-vacation.html' title='Great Vacation'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4292347681999430986</id><published>2008-12-28T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:44:55.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>New Year Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know I'm weird that I'm ranting about the coming new year. What can I rant about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm just being emo here, you can actually ignore this post because i just want to pen down my emoness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For the past 2 years, new year meant the world to me because I don't celebrate New Year on new year. I celebrate my anniversary. Yeah, It was so special I started my relationship with Mr. Tan on new year. This year will never be the same as i thought. You told me "there are more to come..." last year didn't you remember? It's not true again, I feel cheated. I thought this time we'll definitely get to really celebrate it, but it's nothing there to celebrate anymore, didn't we?  Do I really need to go celebrate just the arrival of 2009 with you anyway? It's nothing special to me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;There's so much i want to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the day you left me, I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the month you left me, I realize that you don't belong to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On that night I wanted to cry, but tears never drop because I don't want to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the month after that night, I couldn't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On these sleepless days, problems keep pouring in but you're not there for me to share my feelings anymore, I wanted to talk to you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the day after tons of sleepless nights, I told myself to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the day after that, I started to try hard to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the day I thought I've already forgotten, I started to miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the moment I started to miss you, I felt lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the lonely Christmas night, I spent it the way the spent our first, facing my computer with my MSN appearing offline because I know you will not be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On the day after Christmas, I hope new year's night will never come, because I will be emo like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;With these loneliness, I felt sleepless even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Whenever I close my eyes, I wanted you to be with me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The tears I wanted to drop on that night I realized you left me eventually drop everytime i think of you. This costs me even more tears than there should be as I cried almost everytime I thought of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;With all these sleepless feelings, I've tried twice never slept for 36 hours in a single week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It doesn't feel good, but lying on bed with you haunting my mind isn't feeling any better anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Now, I am again with sleepless night, staying up for another 36 hours just because of your haunts and is penning down this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Everyone is asking me why don't I hate you as the opposite of love is hate. It's because I've not experience the opposite of love yet. I felt a little of hope whenever you chat and talk to me nowadays, it felt so right and so wrong at the same time. That's why i forced myself to write something not so pleasant to you so that I won't be feeling so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;These days, my situation is getting worse because I felt you are there sleeping beside me in order for me to fell asleep. I even talked and whispered to myself just like what happened when we were together. Am I too haunted or what? Now, I felt like we were together again whenever I go to sleep. I'm facing physiological problems as these imaginations might make me think they're real someday and I will suffer for the rest of my life seeing you loving and marrying another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I might sound tough and have forgotten everything, but I'm not and I wanted to be one tough girl so much. I'm trying to be tough, I forced myself to listen to songs similar to "survivor" and avoid anything related to love depthness. Sigh. Still I'm not tough enough to face it because you were the toughness of mine for 10% of my lifeline and now I'm facing problems because I felt missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Ranter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4292347681999430986?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4292347681999430986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-ranting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4292347681999430986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4292347681999430986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-ranting.html' title='New Year Ranting'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3599778142989611857</id><published>2008-12-27T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:43:45.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Wish(es)</title><content type='html'>Well, I'll be going for my vacation starting tomorrow until 4th of January. I'm not sure if I'll get connection to blog, so check out often. If there's no connection then I might be updating my Pacmee. I don't know why but I couldn't put my widget on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So check out at my Pacmee Page at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelle.pacmee.com/"&gt;Kelle's Pacmee &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to wish those who are going for NS tomorrow. Good luck and have a good tan.&lt;br /&gt;To that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; person who skip NS tomorrow, you know who you are, I don't know if you are reading this but I wish you gain 5 kg for doing that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2008 PMR candidates good luck on your results on 30th December 2008. My sister is one of those PMR candidates but didn't get to take her results as she's not in KL.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3599778142989611857?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3599778142989611857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3599778142989611857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3599778142989611857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishes.html' title='Wish(es)'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3392764575609488857</id><published>2008-12-26T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:41:21.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Please Flush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDP-BIZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/FlpuIoBv1QI/s1600-h/pg4one_col.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDP-BIZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/FlpuIoBv1QI/s400/pg4one_col.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284062723406111122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Retarded people who are not well potty trained since they were small are annoying to me. Seriously, what's with not flushing your pee or poop down the toilet bowl after you let go? I'm saying about those toilets who work not those "rozak" ones because I understand your situation for that. And please don't use those who are already stated "rozak" since you know you can't flush it down. It's not like you don't flush at home or you are so desperate to save some water for the earth, please don't do it in a public toilet. Public toilet means a toilet used by the public. Do you know how many people are there in KL and most of them uses toilet? Some have phobias of using the public toilet because they encountered too much stuff like that. If you want to save water why don't you do it at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDVGwZPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/gXmdTF8_MO0/s1600-h/DSC03469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDVGwZPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/gXmdTF8_MO0/s400/DSC03469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284062724784940274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's true that the public toilet have a tremendous amount of bacterias or fungus or whatever you think might harm you health. But hey, a large area of your skin on your butt have touched the seat of the dirty place, why not flush it down and soap your hands after that? It's not like you will get HIV when you flush, the seat have a higher possibilities. Many girls might prefer the squat ones instead of the dirty seat, so you didn't touch your butt skin on anything yet huh? Still, you could flush it don't you? Soap your hands after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDVNRkMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rZuf90_iNjc/s1600-h/potty_time_girl_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDVNRkMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rZuf90_iNjc/s400/potty_time_girl_250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284062724812280002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from: &lt;a href="http://www.smartkidspublishing.com/"&gt;smartkids publishings&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a better idea if you are really phobic to minor bacterias that are washed off 1 minute later, hold a tissue in your palms or bring your rubber gloves along with you to  anywhere and use it to cushion your skin from touching the button and throw it afterward would you? How much time and strange could flushing take you anyway? If you think you still can't handle that, why don't you just wait and go home to do your business? You are more health obsessed doesn't mean you don't have to pay your responsibilities on public facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find these people who don't flush really annoying, its not like 1 or 2 persons, it looks like around 6 person have used the toilet and its not flushed. When I press on the button it works, so I flush before and after using it. Hey, what's the point of giving other people so much trouble and smell pollution? Your pee ain't smelling better than mine, it's not like you're a pure vegetarian and your pee smells purer than most omnivores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDD1r-QFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Xk24k-QlILE/s1600-h/Please_flush_toilet_lid_plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDD1r-QFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Xk24k-QlILE/s400/Please_flush_toilet_lid_plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284062733530972242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victims who always encounter problems like me maybe we could try asking the person who comes out of the toilet store and you didn't hear any flushing sound, "Please flush, would you?" before going in. They should be taught a lesson that their mama should have taught. Even the public need to do mama's ob nowadays! How busy people in city are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3392764575609488857?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3392764575609488857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-flush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3392764575609488857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3392764575609488857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-flush.html' title='Please Flush'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SVTDDP-BIZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/FlpuIoBv1QI/s72-c/pg4one_col.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8791987316296884127</id><published>2008-12-26T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:41:34.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Pinky Pink</title><content type='html'>Ha! I changed my layout AGAIN as the last one was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; themed!&lt;br /&gt;It's over now so I changed it to something simple and new! I'm working on it to customize the widgets and icons, it may take some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering why am I keep changing my layouts the answer is I've got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering where the hell did I get so much free time to do this, then just consider I got those time from hell because I am abnormal. I didn't spend my time go singing and lounging around Starbucks, I'm just a geek that face my computer almost everytime I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering how much time I used to do this then the answer is DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering how I find these layouts the answer is Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering why its pink then the answer is I like pink alot! Everything pink makes them look cute and attractive to me. Everytime I saw something cute and is pink I will go "oh! It's pink!" Then my sister to reply me, "Yeah, it is pink, so?". I'll say, "Then It's cute!"&lt;br /&gt;Pink looks good on almost everything except a bright pink on a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you might be saying that I'm so typical because I like pink like any other girls.&lt;br /&gt;DUH! I'm just a girl wut! So just expect to see something typical because I don't have a penis, two tongue, three boobs, four nostrils and five brains. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8791987316296884127?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8791987316296884127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/pinky-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8791987316296884127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8791987316296884127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/pinky-pink.html' title='Pinky Pink'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7193087594116444455</id><published>2008-12-25T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:40:55.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>25122008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really celebrate Christmas as I stayed home and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, really, even if I'm celebrating I don't know how to celebrate it though. Who would actually spend their night having dinner with me until 12?&lt;br /&gt;I actually countdown in my bedroom with my sister, I stepped out of the bathroom at 11.59 and click on some Christmas songs just for the mood, and were shouting with my sister Merry Christmas around the house, only my dad and mom was with us at home! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the refrigerator and saw these mango puddings I bought last week untouched, so I took out a few and hand it to dad and mom, and I told them, "Here, our Christmas Meal!"&lt;br /&gt;At least last year we went to Victoria's Station for some not so good Christmas turkey set which bursted my stomach, this year we didn't because my bro went out so we're not gonna celebrate without him. I hope I get to go somewhere for dinner tonight as daddy do not have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another boring post because I'm not in the mood to blog. You know, just to keep this alive to not disappoint any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7193087594116444455?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7193087594116444455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/25122008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7193087594116444455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7193087594116444455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/25122008.html' title='25122008'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8672906252246701718</id><published>2008-12-21T09:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:49:19.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Why I'm Not Driving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone is learning driving and some have got their P license, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Reasons Why I Still Haven't Learn Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd rather sleep at home than spending my time at the undang lecture hall because that's so not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Everyone is learning it&lt;/span&gt; which means everyone is going to flood the road (even more). Hello! The traffic is bad enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love the Earth and petroleum is finishing, however, I will not be one of those to contribute towards it (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I live in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thus, the traffic is always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Terrible&lt;/span&gt; which makes me feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People become rude and aggressive in a traffic jam, so there's tons of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;annoying honking&lt;/span&gt; sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Traffic is even worse during school holidays because people from all states wants to shop in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There's no parking lot available even though you're in the parking bay for 1 damn hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Traffic lights&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;traffic police&lt;/span&gt; don't work efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 118px; height: 70px;" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8672906252246701718?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8672906252246701718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-im-not-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8672906252246701718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8672906252246701718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-im-not-driving.html' title='Why I&apos;m Not Driving?'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3242685304786396750</id><published>2008-12-18T19:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:39:11.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Bolt</title><content type='html'>I watched Bolt in 3D finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo4ytEwSLI/AAAAAAAAArc/0XYm8tJXfNk/s1600-h/ABCD0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo4ytEwSLI/AAAAAAAAArc/0XYm8tJXfNk/s400/ABCD0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281095956789479602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This 3D specs gives me breathing difficulties! I wore my glasses before wearing the 3D specs on, so it's like on my nose canal, blocking it, its as if I clipped my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo1zq99doI/AAAAAAAAArE/RoEEW4MPafo/s1600-h/bolt-firstlook-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo1zq99doI/AAAAAAAAArE/RoEEW4MPafo/s400/bolt-firstlook-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281092674869098114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bolt the american dog is so super-duper-ultra-adorably-cute! The super dog, super bark, super whatever it is, is CUTE! Bolt is another Disney's masterpiece! Err...What breed is he?&lt;br /&gt;Hippo the Hamster is so funny though! But I guess its a little bit obese, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo2IahTwtI/AAAAAAAAArM/LB2V2u9ptb8/s1600-h/bolt-surfers-clip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo2IahTwtI/AAAAAAAAArM/LB2V2u9ptb8/s400/bolt-surfers-clip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281093031231210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the begging for food part! You'll understand if u have watched it!&lt;br /&gt;"tilt your head...tilt more....put your left ear back...right ear...both...smile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds so familiar! Hmm.... Aren't I doing it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo2xrtdbxI/AAAAAAAAArU/cnzfOnDLAb4/s1600-h/1_671274647l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo2xrtdbxI/AAAAAAAAArU/cnzfOnDLAb4/s400/1_671274647l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281093740220215058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tilted my head, you can't see my ears, and I'm smiling! Aww!&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging for you to read this, you did!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3242685304786396750?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3242685304786396750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3242685304786396750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3242685304786396750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt.html' title='Bolt'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUo4ytEwSLI/AAAAAAAAArc/0XYm8tJXfNk/s72-c/ABCD0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7196764598548738743</id><published>2008-12-18T06:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:38:27.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>100th Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hi my beloved readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;First of all, I'm sending my most sincere apology due to inaccessibility to my blog for the past 2 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you notice, my domain name has changed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.kellemah.co.cc&lt;/span&gt; and my blog is down due to it, there's some business between my new domain provider and blogger in order to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new domain of mine is unusual or weird you may say, why not get a www.kellemah.com instead of the lousy co.cc. Well, here I'm telling you why. I got this domain FREE OF CHARGE. I'm paying nothing for that and it's shorter than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.summergurlz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I want something fresh and different! Don't worry if you linked me at www.summergurlz.blogspot.com because you will be redirected anyway! However, if you want to re-link me, copy and paste this -- http://www.kellemah.co.cc&lt;br /&gt;This domain doesn't work without the www. and I got no idea why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUmIcfiE1xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/t36TY9LvzLY/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUmIcfiE1xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/t36TY9LvzLY/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280902061150754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This is my 100th entry! It's a cool thing that I'm posting my first 100 entry with my new, short, personalized domain! Till now, you should have read 100 different things about me! Time passes real quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7196764598548738743?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7196764598548738743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7196764598548738743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7196764598548738743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/100th-entry.html' title='100th Entry'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUmIcfiE1xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/t36TY9LvzLY/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-75119297583106597</id><published>2008-12-15T07:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:37:56.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Randomizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just recently started to use the new template format, XML.&lt;br /&gt;For your extra information, I've been using the old HTML format all this while and just started when I changed my Christmas layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the new template is cool! I didn't know I could play around with those widgets!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to it right now!&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of my time looking for blogger tricks, widgets and layouts!&lt;br /&gt;It's a good time killer LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here I have a really good timekiller to recommend to you!&lt;br /&gt;It's very new and kills time very well!&lt;br /&gt;It's my another blog! It's basically just to kill my time (and yours)&lt;br /&gt;There's some people telling me that I am so LAME and RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;But hey! That's who I am, call me a geek I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing some really random stuff just because it's me!&lt;br /&gt;Now you can call me random and I will request you to read my random blog!&lt;br /&gt;And please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bookmark&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; follow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Randomness&lt;/span&gt; k?!&lt;br /&gt;I might me updating my randomness more often than my personal blog as my personal life is not so happening these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUWTDA2-6LI/AAAAAAAAAow/8NhvP2H3dgs/s1600-h/random.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUWTDA2-6LI/AAAAAAAAAow/8NhvP2H3dgs/s400/random.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279787818141280434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a screenshot of my Random Blog. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Remember to link and bookmark me!&lt;br /&gt;Following me results in less hassle =D&lt;br /&gt;Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohrandomizer.co.cc/"&gt;Oh! Randomizer!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;http://www.ohrandomizer.co.cc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(please make sure u include www. while linking me or it won't work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Click on "Follow This Blog" on the right if you visit my blog frequently! Do It Now k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j46/summergurl1991/CAF24EF9C389F847678DDDD5A1589B37.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-75119297583106597?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/75119297583106597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-just-recently-started-to-use-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/75119297583106597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/75119297583106597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-just-recently-started-to-use-new.html' title='Randomizer'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUWTDA2-6LI/AAAAAAAAAow/8NhvP2H3dgs/s72-c/random.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5184420521144826720</id><published>2008-12-12T04:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:37:29.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Piece Of Meat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before grabbing another piece of beefburger or maybe ordering steak, have you ever wondered how much your meal has undergone before a lil part of it is on your plate?&lt;br /&gt;Today I was browsing through for a new layout after the Christmas ones and I clicked this ads which looks kind of yummy. The content is kind of disgusting, you might not wanna eat meat anymore. The website is by Peta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be sure that you are really ready before clicking on the link and you are not eating your burger right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUF3s0YnEuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/wNjcd-1gLaY/s1600-h/meat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUF3s0YnEuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/wNjcd-1gLaY/s400/meat.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278631850114749154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://meat.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I watch this, I have been thinking of giving up taking meat.&lt;br /&gt;Only vege and seafoods.&lt;br /&gt;But I failed!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll become more determined to give up meat after watching this!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'll succeed?&lt;br /&gt;Hardly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think you will give up eating Turkey this Christmas???&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I will because I don't really like turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5184420521144826720?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5184420521144826720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/piece-of-meat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5184420521144826720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5184420521144826720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/piece-of-meat.html' title='Piece Of Meat?'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUF3s0YnEuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/wNjcd-1gLaY/s72-c/meat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2518899711896378671</id><published>2008-12-11T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:36:59.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Kid's Tales</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering about these Disney's fairy tales or cartoons or whatever comedies it is for days, actually these aren't so good for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course kids watches these as their daily entertainment but I found a few problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel and stuff like that makes little girls go after hot guys when they grow up (like me) because there's all these 'happily ever after' endings and Prince Charming. So, we girls watches it since we were a lil kid. Ever wonder why the Prince Charming don't look something like Charlie Chaplin? I don't know the reason, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff Girls influences girls to fight at school. Flying, superpowers, kicking, punching. WOW! Lucky I don't really watch powerpuff girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana make all these girls dream to grow up and sing on the big and bright stage, having their own label and stuff. Oh no! What will happen if every girl growing up only wanna be a singer like Hannah Montana? Haha, I just had imagination that only guys works in office 9 to 5! Guy secretary with the boss affair! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;(I've got no idea why but I just plainly dislike Hannah Montana!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've just favourited Enchanted as the best Disney's movie ever! Amy Adams' voice is so breathtaking, so sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2518899711896378671?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2518899711896378671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-wondering-about-these-disneys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2518899711896378671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2518899711896378671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-wondering-about-these-disneys.html' title='Kid&apos;s Tales'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2730678174175145056</id><published>2008-12-04T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:36:04.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Merry Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Xmas Wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(MeiYeanT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My daddy is always out to work, I just hope he's fine and comes back home safely every evening. It's ok even if you don't bring home enough money for me to spend daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958907769380258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 284px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/STf4rGMm3aI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FFQXuAXH86I/s400/Healthy%2520Living%2520Logo%2520A.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;2. I want everyone to be healthy! Daddy, mommy, granny, brother, sister, friends, JoJo, Obama, Britney Spears, Brad Pitt, Prince William, Jay Chou, Vitas, babies, oldies, he, she. Ok, transvetites too! And gays, lesbians, bisexuals ( god bless you ppl from HIV k?) Now, lastly me myself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958930207096226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/STf4sZyLPaI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hwp_aCZwff4/s400/snow_buddies_still.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;3. I hope to keep really really in touch with my buddies! I don't want to be forgotten by them. What if I'm invited to your wedding party 10 years later and I don't even recognize u because U gained too much weight during every Christmas?! Now u people know what to give me on Christmas? Just give me your number. I would rather have that than something else that I don't really need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958921123154034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 313px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/STf4r38ZSHI/AAAAAAAAAns/ijG72cIdO8M/s400/Exemode-DV580HD-camcorder.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;4. I really really want a camcorder and a supa dupa camera =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958924205480162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 160px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/STf4sDbR2OI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0mPSfW14fBc/s400/extended_home_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Ok, I've been worrying about this, but i really really hope my first year in college turn out right and rocks! Did you hear me Santa Claus? I'm the of those good kid who doesn't ask you for trains, barbiedoll house or kachings on Christmas, so I think my wishes should logically be granted XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;*Oh god! Did you just notice that I didn't mention anything about relationships, lust and boys in my wishlist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;This is obviously showing that I'm totally normal coz I'm not in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;You don't know how good it feels to escape from such a spell!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275958910497908466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 337px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/STf4rQXI5vI/AAAAAAAAAnk/4awkysn0hUw/s400/cbf47887e677084a369e4930860f5bcf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;People I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AiSing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;KnY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Karena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bryant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kay Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2730678174175145056?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2730678174175145056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2730678174175145056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2730678174175145056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-tag.html' title='Merry Tag'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/STf4rGMm3aI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FFQXuAXH86I/s72-c/Healthy%2520Living%2520Logo%2520A.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3625517367872279787</id><published>2008-11-30T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:34:57.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it because I'm out of things to blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea what to blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, my brain is not functioning well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my life after SPM isn't that good as I am just starting to figure out my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the next worst thing is my stomach sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somedays, I have diarrhea and mild gastric attacks any other day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got no idea why but it started like 2 days before SPM finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Don't tell me I have tapeworm, I feel fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, maybe my its a Missing-High-School-Symptom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living a life trying to fit myself into the adult community is not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, there's full of lusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we're one of the grown ups someday, just that....uh its weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't hope there's big impact on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm adding something to my lifetime to-do-list: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;travelling to all beautiful places =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;places of the earliest civilization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;places with perfect weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;places out of crowds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;places with breathtaking sceneries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhh..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's see if I'll have the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3625517367872279787?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3625517367872279787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3625517367872279787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3625517367872279787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-728908751335106602</id><published>2008-11-27T16:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:34:25.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Graduated 08'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like finally I posted about this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've just graduated today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just did my last SPM paper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So just enjoy some memoirs on my graduation day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've graduated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No more High School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna rot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;*bear with my eyebags! They're going to fade coz its holidays!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273257015557386546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fURWicTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Kr468e-2cBE/s400/ABCD0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My pretties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273257011224395714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fUBNeP8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/x0QlqTn-U7U/s400/Picture1dfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I'll miss both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273257027381367138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fU9ZmEWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/n8a0FQg3rIM/s400/Picture1dfgedr.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; LKY! Suka hati-lah I like to take only half of ur head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610541941617234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS-g2NwvclI/AAAAAAAAAeo/PwceqncNoJQ/s400/PA310011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610533709150962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS-g1vF9-vI/AAAAAAAAAeg/e9H5TnOjSPw/s400/PA310009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOL....credits to my previous class monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273258015135634706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5gOdEkFRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/94FcYE2dPss/s400/ABCD00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I think I'm always the odd ones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273258013546115554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5gOXJl8eI/AAAAAAAAAeI/yoVt28ADucY/s400/ABCD0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look! My skin undertone is VERY yellowish compared to other chinese and I got no idea why! Told cha I'm odd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273258013075007810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5gOVZRaUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/WX2KSw5M8vg/s400/ABCD00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thanks Vincent for teaching me &lt;s&gt;LOTS&lt;/s&gt; TONS of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273286025907659026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS55s5VB4RI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lygi7h0UVkg/s400/Looks+Who+Higher+%C2%AE%C2%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll miss you very much Azmi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fUjCCVYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CCFbnV632EY/s1600-h/Picture1oii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273257020303234434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fUjCCVYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CCFbnV632EY/s400/Picture1oii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her cussing skill is fascinating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273258007338447090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5gOABkcPI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TkxSd0Sc-Po/s400/Picture1fgd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; He loves to sing and He's cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273257027934597794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fU_dfsqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nrURj36jSWQ/s400/Picture1cvb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The only thing I know about him is "Balls". ~Football &amp;amp; Basketball~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273258016399748098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5gOhx87AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Pt1W_faSZLg/s400/22233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610550833303666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS-g2u4r0HI/AAAAAAAAAew/50RUfg_thng/s400/PA310033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll MISS ALL OF YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;MAKE SURE THESE PEOPLE IN THE PICTURE READS MY BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;XOXXOXOXOXXXOOOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-728908751335106602?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/728908751335106602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduated-08.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/728908751335106602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/728908751335106602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduated-08.html' title='Graduated 08&apos;'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SS5fURWicTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Kr468e-2cBE/s72-c/ABCD0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6057906466302916510</id><published>2008-11-25T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:32:08.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Study No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh...... It's like finally I've graduated and finishing my SPM in just 1 more day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It felt so excited to end SPM and the shitty life I've lead for 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I have the routine feeling calling me to study again eventhough I don't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's due to the daily heavy studies I've done for one damn month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I feel life after SPM is just plain BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing I can do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll better head to college life a.s.a.p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Education Fair 08'&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll post up my graduation pictures in my next post k?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm not having them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I should get a real camera and camcorder to do blogging efficiently!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I have one question to ask you people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;describe my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;strong&gt; ONE&lt;/strong&gt; WORD??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee..............Be serious ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be very useful for me to get something new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me first and you would know what is it for in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;XOXOXXOOXXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s : I want you people to spread about my blog to all our mutual friends because we're graduating and I hope all of you could follow me on my blog to at least get to know what's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't talk doesn't mean we don't care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6057906466302916510?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6057906466302916510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/11/study-no-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6057906466302916510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6057906466302916510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/11/study-no-more.html' title='Study No More'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5639304038810302322</id><published>2008-10-17T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:31:36.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I was killing my time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm jobless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I love nagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been thinking to switch to Wordpress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Professional VincentChow says it's good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I hate the word spaces between lines after I upload pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I don't really like the confusing html and xml thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I freaking want a "older post" thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that thing only exist if I use the new format&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm using the old html format for my template&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;So it's really something bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I have to choose one all over again!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to bring all my post from blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I switch to Wordpress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a lot of job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I killed my time today!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I will regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm so lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm very easily distracted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I did this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257792712208024658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SPdunWHMBFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_ac7jGSJHso/s400/anime.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257792717245793874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SPduno4SRlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/R2yoveMMf18/s400/animee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you like it, you can go to &lt;a href="http://http//foxrichards.deviantart.com/art/FaceMaker-52755515"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Did you just notice the annoying spaced between lines again!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It happens everytime I upload pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really hate it, because I can't fix it in anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I just wasted some time to fix some of it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5639304038810302322?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5639304038810302322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/killing-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5639304038810302322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5639304038810302322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SPdunWHMBFI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_ac7jGSJHso/s72-c/anime.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6959851564135422954</id><published>2008-10-16T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:23:24.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>So True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a loyal reader of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and may stop soon because I find it not as interesting anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, from all the issues I have read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really love this issue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because of the horoscope reading in this issue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have bad camera that it can't show out the words in the pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, umm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna quote it here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the most true reading I've ever read in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;March 21-April 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Ever since you got rid of the last guy, you've really wanted to change your look. The sun pushes your impulsive Aries side to take charge on October 22, and you'll decide to go for a shorter hairstyle. Everybody (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;including your new crush&lt;/span&gt;) will flip over your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than the date, it's all so true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I've already had my haircut earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I would get a haircut again on this coming 22nd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No idea what would I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't do the Rihanna's haircut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every of her hairstyle is everywhere an its disturbing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, my new crush???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6959851564135422954?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6959851564135422954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6959851564135422954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6959851564135422954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-true.html' title='So True!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3196320078497438513</id><published>2008-10-09T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:22:20.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Idoitic Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was randomly tagged my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ariff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;KnY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E S E L F&lt;br /&gt;[01] Name: Sook Foon&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Kelle&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: Unmarried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Aries&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: SMK Seri Permaisuri&lt;br /&gt;[08] College: i'll tell u next time kay?&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: 160 only lar! Don't ask me bout my height anymore!&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: 46-47 kg&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: I'm the best human exist on Earth =D&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: 4our&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: 3 left 1 right&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak : Beauty freak =D&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: Short and dark&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Olive tanned&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: Nope...I have perfect antibody =D&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: What a dumb question!&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: Sing =D&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: Getting Married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E F A M I L Y&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with : Daddy, mommy, bro, sis, cats, dogs, bunny, mice, lizards, ants etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(included you): 3hree&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: brother&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: sister&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Family is almost everything to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E L O V E&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: Nop! Need to do lots of trials and errors!&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: -&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: The-rich-good looking-bachelor-which-is-loyal-and-honest-and-a-lovable-family-guy.&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: 4 and more to come&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): Not really!&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): If not where the relationships come from?&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: I've been a too-perfect-lover!&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: Will you believe if I said no? (this tag is really IDIOTIC!)&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: -&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: Straight&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: -&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: -&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: -&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E F R I E N D S&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: Mei Yean&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: That-particular-bitchy-slut!&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most: All of them!&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1only): refer to 42.&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: Quite a few!&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend: Not revealing!&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: bitchy+slutty+trashy+rude+materialistic&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: jackass who didn't fucking know the freaking way to respect + liar+ all time curser + filthy + undedicated&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: No&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: I don't wanna be best friends with LOSERS&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: Curse him/her INFERTILE&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: betray them trice&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover : Woo a better guy!&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: ahaha...that's actually a weird feeling!&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: Then I'm lesbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E S T U D I E S&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: I don't judge myself&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: Pergi mampus!&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: miss pakia&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: yeah! =D&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: 5 science&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: No&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: Jason&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: both&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: KY lar!&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Lots of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E P E O P L E&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people : Me&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people : I don't really call people stupid&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: Almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: U know i know enough la....&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: Vincent&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: baby cousins!&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: I don't wanna pollute my blog, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: Mei Yean, Poh Yee, Siew Mun, KnY, Jeremy, Wooi Ken....&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: Walao! Too many to mention, the person who sit behind me is already are one of them...&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: common-looking-but-with-brains-kind-of-average-sweet-loyal-and-lovable-girl = PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E P R E F E R&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: Both!&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: Both! I'm greedy&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: Both would be find as long as the personality is Brighter than the Sun&lt;br /&gt;[79] hesitant or spontaneous: both!&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: talker and listener&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Both!&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or Good Father: Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E F U T U R E&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: 26-27&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): a boy and a girl&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: business tycoon&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: I'd pay myself!&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: No Idea yet&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: ******************&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: tons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E V I C T I M S&lt;br /&gt;Ikmal&lt;br /&gt;WeiWei&lt;br /&gt;Kay Yan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3196320078497438513?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3196320078497438513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/idoitic-tag.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3196320078497438513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3196320078497438513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/idoitic-tag.html' title='The Idoitic Tag'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-487736836317106931</id><published>2008-10-09T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:13:36.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Can You Keep a Secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;KnY Tagged me.... 2 summore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never see the questions before you arrange the names&lt;br /&gt;1. Mei Yean&lt;br /&gt;2. Kok Yang&lt;br /&gt;3. Poh Yee&lt;br /&gt;4. Wooi Ken&lt;br /&gt;5. Azmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 1?&lt;br /&gt;- In school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.On scale of 1 to 10 rate your frienship with 1&lt;br /&gt;- &gt;10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.How long have you known 4?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 years I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you know 3?&lt;br /&gt;- We're classmates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Where's 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Gaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.A fact of 1&lt;br /&gt;- Super Duper friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Who is 4 goin out with?&lt;br /&gt;- As I know, no one right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What does 1 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;- daddy's-wallet-screwer XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Would you live with 3?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What do you like about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- hardworking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you miss 5?&lt;br /&gt;- OMG! Oh, YES I AM! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Would you make out of 4? (make out of OR make out with?)&lt;br /&gt;- Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What's your opinion on 2?&lt;br /&gt;- He don't get tired of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What's your favourite memory with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- The random LOVE LETTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What will you do if 1 &amp;amp; 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;- screw KY! XD...No la, I wanna be their light bulb =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Ever had a long conversation with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Not even a short one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Have you ever slept at 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;- No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you hang out with 3 alot?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Who have you known the longest&lt;br /&gt;- Mei Yean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What will happen if 1 &amp;amp; 5 have a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll be SO SAD! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.How often do you talk with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Every damn day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- When he's too free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- A relative =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Would you go on a date with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- ahahaha......Umm...Yes, if he would talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Do you dream about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, quite a number of times and I got no idea why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.What did 4 did to you that you can never forget&lt;br /&gt;- He's such a flirter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.What have you done to 1 that person never forget?&lt;br /&gt;- Baking together! haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What's 3 hobby?&lt;br /&gt;- err....sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Tag more people&lt;br /&gt;- Bryant&lt;br /&gt;- Wei Wei&lt;br /&gt;- Ariff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-487736836317106931?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/487736836317106931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-keep-secret.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/487736836317106931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/487736836317106931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can You Keep a Secret?'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5543753360619935538</id><published>2008-10-08T23:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:11:44.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Nake It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*kinda adult contents*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, I was just wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Why are there thousands of porn sites for human?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Some&lt;/s&gt; Most human enjoys looking other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;being sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825375669581954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzj1oF-eII/AAAAAAAAAbw/fI1nhs8Aa-A/s320/Bikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a sexy ads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it is way better than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzm0fGxRTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/C-9kbOGGtSE/s1600-h/pamela_anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254828654612006194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzm0fGxRTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/C-9kbOGGtSE/s320/pamela_anderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trashy stuff you see on human's daily nets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pamela Anderson is SO TRASHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would actually squeeze their silicons as if they're squeezing their orange juice in the morning on the television screen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would actually insist of wearing bikini on their own wedding day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Baywatch lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Now which one makes you drool human?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if there's lots of &lt;s&gt;trashy&lt;/s&gt; sexy animals on the net&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your lovely pet could get some enjoyment just like you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's some of it that your pet might enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825385039035234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzj2K_0-2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/pAa_ibOgT5Y/s320/shaven-pussy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Naked cats for your kitty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Well shaved pussy for Garfield!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825375329529778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzj1m05r7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/LBzWQq8tdL4/s320/cc-swmst-bikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sexy bikini for your doggy's refreshment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825386262297282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzj2PjeesI/AAAAAAAAAcA/U0GoNpCMTok/s320/chinese_crested.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Something sexier for your heaty bitch at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzkpMbeymI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qYsOyk970F0/s1600-h/siamese-cat-online-img115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254826261596785250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzkpMbeymI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qYsOyk970F0/s320/siamese-cat-online-img115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Check and see whether your kitty drools like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This cat obviously is enjoying his naked kitty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! You have no kitty or doggy at home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What bout some sexy birds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A huge one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825383124969346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzj2D3ep4I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/pkWfHPCdl9w/s320/040906naked_chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Tan your bird because it's darn sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzkpF5DeLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NcCy9SnSGsA/s1600-h/picture_5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254826259841775794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzkpF5DeLI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NcCy9SnSGsA/s320/picture_5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I've found out that there's a large collection of naked babies pictures on the net! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Why are naked adults classified as pornografic and babies are happily exploited? Weird huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Babies growing up looking like you and me too right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It'll feel damn sucks if I grew up and found out that my naked baby picture is all around the net! I was so lucky because my parents only surf the water not the net when I was a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;What a poor thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, define sexy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's how I define sexy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzkpL2SKqI/AAAAAAAAAco/RpZtEn2kSAg/s1600-h/angelina_jolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254826261440768674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzkpL2SKqI/AAAAAAAAAco/RpZtEn2kSAg/s320/angelina_jolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Angelina Jolie looks darn sexy even with clothes on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;She brought up her strong look with loads and loads and loads of confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;She's smart and dedicated too! And she a family kind of woman! How heavenly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Sexyness comes from the personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Learn a lesson people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Please don't simply shave your pet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;They looks darn &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TRASHY&lt;/span&gt; without fur on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5543753360619935538?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5543753360619935538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/nake-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5543753360619935538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5543753360619935538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/nake-it.html' title='Nake It'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOzj1oF-eII/AAAAAAAAAbw/fI1nhs8Aa-A/s72-c/Bikini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3873807045560790286</id><published>2008-10-01T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:10:40.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Clam-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; When I was in Italiannies with Bro and his friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were talking about those lala-ness you can find in sungei wang and ts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All three of us could not figure out what's nice about being so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;clamful&lt;/span&gt;...oh! I mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;LaLaFool&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they imagine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; being a clamful person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229466673896594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOOq31fv3JI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u6ZrbMWTKaA/s320/Picture9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;How could they imagine this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; me as a clam??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmm...I couldn't figure out how I will look like a clam...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I searched all the pictures I've been taking all this while....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nearly a thousand of them but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I couldn't find any clam-ness photo of mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stressed up and I try to take some clamful pictures....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221897649315826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOOj_QrqX_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Bib4C4nXj40/s320/Picture7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Still I look too &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lastly, I figured out how to take a clamful picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Lalafool&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very the clamful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would only do that for only once in my lifetime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Epic&lt;/span&gt; you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So U better open your eyes and see properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252221905328323858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOOj_tSevRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/BOF_oFl6ags/s320/lala.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The conclusion is: I can be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;most CLAMFUL&lt;/span&gt; of all if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;REAL CLAM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Share Of the Day: Do you like to see ME as a CLAM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3873807045560790286?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3873807045560790286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/clam-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3873807045560790286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3873807045560790286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/clam-ness.html' title='Clam-ness'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOOq31fv3JI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u6ZrbMWTKaA/s72-c/Picture9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8945678812023691417</id><published>2008-10-01T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:09:51.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;to all my friends who celebrates it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know wat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I freaking went for class for 6 hours yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 to 10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it's over la, not that suffering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's this guy in class, He's SO CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He merajuk'ed in class because my teacher made fun of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find guys CUTE and ATTRACTIVE when they manja a.k.a merajuk a.k.a being cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only one in a while! If it's often then its annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8945678812023691417?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8945678812023691417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8945678812023691417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8945678812023691417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya.html' title='Raya'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3698123097423718205</id><published>2008-10-01T02:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:07:50.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Bake Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Mei's place because she wanna bake cookies =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I have nothing better to do then I search for the recipe and go to her place in the morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met her at Leisure mall to buy the ingredients...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjIdXXaI/AAAAAAAAAag/6ZXmsyOnvYs/s1600-h/ABCD00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887162870685090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjIdXXaI/AAAAAAAAAag/6ZXmsyOnvYs/s320/ABCD00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we wanna start gathering up stuff she saw this and goes HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She want me to show this to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ai Sing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Icing&lt;/span&gt; sugar direct translated to BM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what happen in Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when were chilling after baking she goes HAHAHAHA again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn evil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she said "I baru realized there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CSR&lt;/span&gt; over there"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiyo!!! This CSR thing is.........*speechless*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won't understand anyway XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjVy67XI/AAAAAAAAAao/UVcSftbkkCw/s1600-h/ABCD00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887166450756978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjVy67XI/AAAAAAAAAao/UVcSftbkkCw/s320/ABCD00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dough.... She keep adding in flour flour flour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjsUTwRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uoSsBEdjKw0/s1600-h/ABCD00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887172496376082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjsUTwRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uoSsBEdjKw0/s320/ABCD00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjzAFLQI/AAAAAAAAAa4/C0k_z8GN6lI/s1600-h/ABCD02019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887174290582786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjzAFLQI/AAAAAAAAAa4/C0k_z8GN6lI/s320/ABCD02019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at that! See la! First time baking you can't skip this part!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzj457lDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2sEkWFebRf8/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251887175875400754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzj457lDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2sEkWFebRf8/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It ended up yummy! I finished up mine! She's giving most of them out! Ken wanna eat this so much but he couldn't because there's cashew nuts in it! He keep asking about it so I have to convince him not to eat! Ended up he didn't eat but he want me to make it again next time!            I will la...I sayang him lotz okay! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251891835779034306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJ3zIZiLMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/3rmnWZU66xo/s320/ABCD00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was 6.15 but her clock, time are 6.41????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not to be late mar! LOL...I made mine like that too but just 5 mins forward XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251891836746824514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJ3zMARe0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/NjwvSRUjaiM/s320/ABCD00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you eat the cookies we made....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You will be this happy looking! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3698123097423718205?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3698123097423718205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/bake-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3698123097423718205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3698123097423718205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/10/bake-craze.html' title='Bake Craze'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SOJzjIdXXaI/AAAAAAAAAag/6ZXmsyOnvYs/s72-c/ABCD00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-5781576628239950537</id><published>2008-09-21T03:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:02:29.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I don't really celebrate Mooncake Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't play tanglungs anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No candles anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't really enjoy eating mooncake because I feel its too sweet and sticky to my liking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Leisure Mall and got this Animal Candy which is mouth blown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't eat it but played with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248188275135365074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVPbh3QP9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tXFkkyOLJZA/s320/ABCD0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248188279263107890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVPbxPYmzI/AAAAAAAAAaY/u89O7F3eh3k/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I have nothing better to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We're so random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFxOxtWsaHA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-5781576628239950537?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/5781576628239950537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5781576628239950537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/5781576628239950537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVPbh3QP9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tXFkkyOLJZA/s72-c/ABCD0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-1486483354260567878</id><published>2008-09-21T02:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:01:45.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Coffeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Poh Yee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248179647122939954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVHlUAyoDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8qzSbIk4SoE/s320/ABCD00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YKSl4B0GkM&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-1486483354260567878?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/1486483354260567878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1486483354260567878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/1486483354260567878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffeeeee.html' title='Coffeeeee!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVHlUAyoDI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8qzSbIk4SoE/s72-c/ABCD00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4242762240253121854</id><published>2008-09-21T02:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:01:05.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny Jojo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>JoJo Is One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pUUxYe4Xd6w&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Timeline as he gets older..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248184808675284642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVMRwSxFqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_XyAtQQkz1Y/s320/ABCD0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248184818340773554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVMSUTMvrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/a3Eni86X0gs/s320/ABCD0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248184820039053090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVMSaoGbyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DGmZlhhV9JM/s320/ABCD0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185822988792178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVNMy588XI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CzyAHAhR1yk/s320/ABCD0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248184821740267442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVMSg9s57I/AAAAAAAAAZY/V32nz0CXQRw/s320/ABCD0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248184829706059826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVMS-o5QDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/usXL4Ev6ofI/s320/ABCD0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185836339253266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVNNko80BI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dXUjD4fvyeA/s320/ABCD0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVNNAcfa7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/zNjPD4lbHVs/s1600-h/ABCD0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185826623318962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVNNAcfa7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/zNjPD4lbHVs/s320/ABCD0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185840333631650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVNNzhSMKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Yv3AvUQVVmY/s320/ABCD0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185846706202178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVNOLQn5kI/AAAAAAAAAaI/o7HyIOYk-Gs/s320/ABCD0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4242762240253121854?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4242762240253121854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/jojo-is-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4242762240253121854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4242762240253121854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/jojo-is-one.html' title='JoJo Is One'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVMRwSxFqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_XyAtQQkz1Y/s72-c/ABCD0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6963978035511116892</id><published>2008-09-21T02:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:00:15.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Bro~ Bro~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 20th Birthday Bro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248181265647282594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVJDhfEKaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9yoKbU9EAD4/s320/ABCD0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-enCHxLQ38&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6963978035511116892?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6963978035511116892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/bro-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6963978035511116892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6963978035511116892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/bro-bro.html' title='Bro~ Bro~'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SNVJDhfEKaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9yoKbU9EAD4/s72-c/ABCD0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-235247722859341862</id><published>2008-09-09T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:58:08.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Yen Yen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;~YEN YEN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243687399478941970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVR6FciWRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wOt1YGG4LyE/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Here's A Dedication Video to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSiHQYrsiag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSiHQYrsiag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And Some Pics from t.g.i just to fill up the blanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691925475651250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVWBiGPbrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/3nThshKIyiQ/s320/ABCD0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691933080764610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVWB-bcQMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/3g4iixrhxFw/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691938477099474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVWCSiBydI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DkSxMpbkYHk/s320/ABCD0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691935815132386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVWCInXZOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hPZ9IT3ALkQ/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691923895459602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVWBcNfnxI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OL3FZgCKbzo/s320/ABCD0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, Let's share some love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wish my sister a belated birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You can leave it on this post or on cbox on the right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-235247722859341862?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/235247722859341862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/yen-yen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/235247722859341862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/235247722859341862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/09/yen-yen.html' title='Yen Yen'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SMVR6FciWRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wOt1YGG4LyE/s72-c/ABCD0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4327835521461020446</id><published>2008-08-22T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:56:39.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SK7fLG51ddI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RX4MGZ1kQWY/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237368798603212242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SK7fLG51ddI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RX4MGZ1kQWY/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to SOMEONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which was a close person to me some years ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because I dissed this person on internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;due to my childishness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lost this person as a friend for some unknown reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and also dissed him at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After I get to know the actual reason of these stuffs happening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to say a huge &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to this friend of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now we are both different from years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We grew, learned and got matured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And realized that we were too childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been forgetting what happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope I will be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I learned that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS are &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;one of the best thing&lt;/span&gt; on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that God have given me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish that I have the chance to appreciate every single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;TRUE FRIEND OF MINE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I wish him Best Of Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4327835521461020446?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4327835521461020446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/08/apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4327835521461020446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4327835521461020446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/08/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SK7fLG51ddI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RX4MGZ1kQWY/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-4534950125153032475</id><published>2008-08-17T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:56:02.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Burp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Tony Roma's last weekend and the food really creeps me out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean the portion of the food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really hungry so just wanna take a few bite of food, so I ordered Club Salad and sis' Roma's Burger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the salad I was like almost fainted!&lt;br /&gt;It's like 4 person's portion, and I almost finished all of them!&lt;br /&gt;And I was full for 10 freaking hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235434806141428418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SKgAN7jGosI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xabt8Rr8BTk/s320/10082008843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WTH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235434809691580226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SKgAOIxhp0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/8Y1ff74jOmc/s320/10082008846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And SIS' burger, very yummy but, can't finish too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love the chips!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-4534950125153032475?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/4534950125153032475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/08/burp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4534950125153032475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/4534950125153032475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/08/burp.html' title='Burp!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SKgAN7jGosI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xabt8Rr8BTk/s72-c/10082008843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-405866284175977210</id><published>2008-08-01T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:55:11.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mei Yean!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SJNybkNEm6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vneSqaIIWJs/s1600-h/30072008735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229649410207816610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SJNybkNEm6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vneSqaIIWJs/s320/30072008735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Happy 17&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LVDc2uTnqGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LVDc2uTnqGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-405866284175977210?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/405866284175977210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-mei-yean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/405866284175977210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/405866284175977210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-mei-yean.html' title='Happy Birthday Mei Yean!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SJNybkNEm6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/vneSqaIIWJs/s72-c/30072008735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-7977347666296930916</id><published>2008-06-13T16:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:54:46.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;My freaking oesophagus bursted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;due to one whole week of over throat itching &amp;amp; unnecessary coughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;*Joking la*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the school hols, I went to Melaka bcoz dad wanna work with something and have a short trip there!&lt;br /&gt;Believe or not, we only have about 45 mins to travel there in order to rush for the freaking government short office hour! Dad drove his S class 320 &gt;160 km/h and I am still alive! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jonker Walk for 3 times! wtbuck!&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of meat-to-meat moments in Jonker Walk but what I like bout it is all the cute handmade stuff! There's a lot! I got some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290387161320466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI4_xwojBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6ioF2p-ZZLo/s320/06062008394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those are not my fav fishballs! The chicken ice ball which sux! I wonder why everyone said its a must try bcoz i couldn't swallow it more than 1 ball! The coarse crushed dry rice? 30 cents for 1 summore? wtb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucking swear I won't take a single lick on it anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290397606610674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI5AYq_BvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/90e1N0rXKdo/s320/06062008400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Severe meat-to-meat moments~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290409477368530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI5BE5MatI/AAAAAAAAAU0/3CcTpzkHw9s/s320/06062008407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290400802510434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI5Akk8lmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kjyztaD84fo/s320/06062008406-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211290415232762850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI5BaVYw-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/DHixCOVNqdw/s320/06062008408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Handmade stuffs~! Who would go home without getting any of these?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I seriously walked around the Chinatown for 2 days!bcoz of the petrol $$ rising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures during the walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211292992205622194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI7XaTmC7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/SVbe_xrTCxI/s320/06062008412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211292994479730626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI7XixyL8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/2tuqmreOZpY/s320/06062008414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293012369078850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI7Yla7-kI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vJJmMSK-62I/s320/07062008446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211293004674843458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI7YIwfQ0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/t9urUbGonpk/s320/06062008415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this is the Sg. Melaka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad: Its Smelly River larh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;True oso! Coz it smells like sewage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211299004427492658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFJA1Xk_XTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/5QQCkg2lBYg/s320/07062008451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's really cool double deckers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211299013693746994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFJA16GPLzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/GTwO-qSgFYQ/s320/08062008461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211299016945435538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFJA2GNgA5I/AAAAAAAAAWE/oRSFKFa6kOY/s320/08062008463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is y I love my tee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211299021228880402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFJA2WKwMhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8sqDOlMfN38/s320/08062008464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The retarded Tigger HATES u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211299001124090274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFJA1LRZcaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oA2sk0qJCMA/s320/07062008433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Sleep time, Bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-7977347666296930916?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/7977347666296930916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/06/melaka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7977347666296930916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/7977347666296930916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/06/melaka.html' title='Melaka'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SFI4_xwojBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6ioF2p-ZZLo/s72-c/06062008394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-9073986091009388626</id><published>2008-06-06T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:54:05.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Lunch With Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally Mei, Carmen, Ai Sing, Kelvin &amp;amp; Me get to go out for lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we wanna order for food in Wong Kok but there's no waiter there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei: "Eh, how you do the sound? the squeaking sound!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *swt* *&lt;em&gt;squeak&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this chubby looking waiter get it and he keep smile at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH! Damn pai seh! I think he's actually laughing at me la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I memang sa kai 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His laughter won't stop me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei Yean was asking for old shoolmates numbers....It's like EVERYONE's number..&lt;br /&gt;Carmen za dou....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked "Why she keep ask for numbers ar? It's like everyone's number oso she wanna know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Ai Sing shrugs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, she is STILL ASKING FOR NUMBERS.....LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a good question to ask you people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are women and men really come from different planets?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why, when Kelvin talks bout something we girls won't get it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave really really blur face kat him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I really don't get the point...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How peaceful will the earth become if all men &amp;amp; women have same thoughts in mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's like totally opposite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we walk tanpa hala tuju....&lt;br /&gt;And finally 5 of us sat on 1 bench...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those aunties with their brownly dyed curly hair which has gray grownout at the root, &lt;em&gt;stare&lt;/em&gt; at us everytime they pass by us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are on their 1.5 inch heels and a 3 year old kid beside them, they too &lt;em&gt;stare&lt;/em&gt; at us whenever they pass by us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysians &lt;em&gt;LOVE STARING&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They either stare at your butt, your boobs or your face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will even stare at your hair, your shoe, your dress, your bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some even worse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stare then stare la! Where's your manners?! Do &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; ever stare at people looking from top to toe and toe to top again! Very ANNOYING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this 13 year old looking girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were walking.... Ai Sing was walking with Carmen walked together and Mei was talking to Kelvin! So I walked behind Carmen la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bitch &lt;em&gt;stares&lt;/em&gt; at me like I'm some kind of alien top my hair root to my bottom of my nike ballet flats! And keep looking from my hair to my shirt to my Levi's to my Nike! Geram betul man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like she's a pretty girl trying to critisize my way of dressing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah la wat she wear is like....just back from the wet market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I told Mei after the aunties passed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Stare wat stare! Din't see before &lt;em&gt;leng luis&lt;/em&gt; ar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei: Yeah La!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Our size are not like you lar! We won't break the bench! Don't worry lar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei: *staring at the 3 metres away XXL butt* &lt;strong&gt;sedar diri pun&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then whenever there's these single and not so old guy which look not that bad passed by, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will tell me "eh eh....Do your trademark!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My I don't know wat you call that sound which sounds like mice squeaks! =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to do lar! I'm the only one there which can do it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the guys look around for that sound! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s : something's wrong with blogger picture uploader! Picture next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-9073986091009388626?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/9073986091009388626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunch-with-buddies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9073986091009388626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9073986091009388626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunch-with-buddies.html' title='Lunch With Buddies'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2387745268150050941</id><published>2008-05-24T23:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:53:11.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Hometown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Long contents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, for the first time ever in my life I went back to my mom's hometown, Kampar to stay overnights. Seriously, I thought there's just cheapo hotels I have to stay for 2 nights! (which my bf tried b4) It's his hometown too! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, I got so excited to get to see a nice built 3 star hotel! Hahahahaha...........&lt;br /&gt;Happy giler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know wat, I bubble bathed in really hot water the 1st night until my sis asked me why am I so blushed like I'm sunburnt LOL&lt;br /&gt;What to do, bubble bath is my fave! But I DO NOT have a bath tub at home! So I'll go crazy when i meet a bathtub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days, I have pimple keep popping out! AND wonderfully, I didn't bring my pimple gel! I walked around with my big red pimples! Can U believe that? I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 1st dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg8Gq-0xqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nr9vJLACKOo/s1600-h/17052008252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975454741284514" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg8Gq-0xqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nr9vJLACKOo/s320/17052008252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Only Chicken PORT Rice! LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I was really boring... So we went to yum cha near by...&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't understand why, people in Kampar are in slow motion all the time!&lt;br /&gt;They can do things real slow! We waited 30 mins for just Heineken, iced chocolate and iced lemon tea...WTF...&lt;br /&gt;And what is even worse and really pissed me off is her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhE-K-0x2I/AAAAAAAAATU/WD_cynogI_8/s1600-h/18052008263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985204317046626" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhE-K-0x2I/AAAAAAAAATU/WD_cynogI_8/s320/18052008263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was playing her phone game the whole night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She left me alone talking talking talking for 1+ hour...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she press press press press press and press!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If killing is legal she's the first I'll kill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we're ready for caving and on the way to Tempurung Cave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg8Hq-0xsI/AAAAAAAAASE/o1eeeaHh2FA/s1600-h/18052008267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975471921153730" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg8Hq-0xsI/AAAAAAAAASE/o1eeeaHh2FA/s320/18052008267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is still fucking playing with her damn game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll squeeze her boobs the next time I see her doing this! I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Tempurung Cave is such a Holy Creation of God!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of weird stuff waiting to be discovered...&lt;br /&gt;The patterns of the chalk rocks in the cave form anything u can imagine of....&lt;br /&gt;From monkeys to monks to warriors to naked woman XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now you all guys wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;Here I have some snapshots to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_EK-0xuI/AAAAAAAAASU/14-0AEHUplk/s1600-h/18052008277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978710326494946" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_EK-0xuI/AAAAAAAAASU/14-0AEHUplk/s320/18052008277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_Ea-0xvI/AAAAAAAAASc/Rg1nx-PpwXg/s1600-h/18052008279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978714621462258" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_Ea-0xvI/AAAAAAAAASc/Rg1nx-PpwXg/s320/18052008279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_FK-0xxI/AAAAAAAAASs/WZQIDRx8UNA/s1600-h/18052008292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978727506364178" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_FK-0xxI/AAAAAAAAASs/WZQIDRx8UNA/s320/18052008292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the dark creepy wind tunnel, I got no idea how such strong wind cold wind can come from the middle of a cave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you are awaiting to see the naked woman I mentioned right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok la....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open your eyes bright....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real bright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_E6-0xwI/AAAAAAAAASk/cEnBjoWPBAU/s1600-h/18052008286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203978723211396866" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg_E6-0xwI/AAAAAAAAASk/cEnBjoWPBAU/s320/18052008286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just me with my clothes on and my giant zits and sweaty skin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not satisfy you that easily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go c by urself! If not tak shiok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least you get to see my zits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do Not complain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we went to some watever caves....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just enjoy the pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhBw6-0xzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/C8wycHAvSHw/s1600-h/18052008307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981678148896562" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhBw6-0xzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/C8wycHAvSHw/s320/18052008307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Views you cant see in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhBwq-0xyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CytvmO-uno0/s1600-h/18052008299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981673853929250" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhBwq-0xyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/CytvmO-uno0/s320/18052008299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fed this OLD friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhBxq-0x0I/AAAAAAAAATE/SLhJ0cWYnEI/s1600-h/18052008310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981691033798466" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhBxq-0x0I/AAAAAAAAATE/SLhJ0cWYnEI/s320/18052008310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom demanded me to freaking pluck this for her from the pond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For God's sake...I ignored her demand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhByK-0x1I/AAAAAAAAATM/FFyv2vjnRHw/s1600-h/18052008313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981699623733074" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhByK-0x1I/AAAAAAAAATM/FFyv2vjnRHw/s320/18052008313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I'm so excited to find a playground with no annoying kids there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed playground so I asked her to go play with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT... you see readers! Don't she just piss me off???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is still pressing the phone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I make her take a video for me.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f610c7453e47d81" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f610c7453e47d81%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330336771%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F95CD8E012BDA378A8C0B3477C4D3494E71EB4F.4FDF81EFFF5B27BC9A8B98D45EA375D759D50318%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f610c7453e47d81%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzK4g2B34zvBcTWglo6LEltENiEA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f610c7453e47d81%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330336771%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F95CD8E012BDA378A8C0B3477C4D3494E71EB4F.4FDF81EFFF5B27BC9A8B98D45EA375D759D50318%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f610c7453e47d81%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzK4g2B34zvBcTWglo6LEltENiEA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She really do react like Britney Spears being stalked XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BTW, this video is really random and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ready to head back home the last day, I slept in the car....&lt;br /&gt;Seriously tired because I was lack of sleep for 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;Then We went to the Lata Kinjang (Or Jinjang?) waterfall...&lt;br /&gt;It's a real wow!&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt get to play in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhHyK-0x3I/AAAAAAAAATc/4Eqk24xpcEI/s1600-h/19052008156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203988296693499762" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhHyK-0x3I/AAAAAAAAATc/4Eqk24xpcEI/s320/19052008156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will go there again for the sake of dipping in the heavenly waterfall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhLfK-0x6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Rv78AzS1Kuo/s1600-h/19052008324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203992368322496418" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhLfK-0x6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Rv78AzS1Kuo/s320/19052008324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The long awaited hot springs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really hot!&lt;/div&gt;Steaming hot water which made me hardly breathe in the water....&lt;br /&gt;There's a cold site at the hot spring park too!&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is....&lt;br /&gt;Those guys there swims in their underwear not swimming trunk...&lt;br /&gt;SWT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was swimming alone and this group of guy threw my their ball&lt;br /&gt;So we played with the kinda old soccer ball which floats XD&lt;br /&gt;I know all soccer ball floats...&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is...&lt;br /&gt;I felt like being watched all time...&lt;br /&gt;And they don't want the ball back when I give it back....&lt;br /&gt;They asked me to keep...&lt;br /&gt;I end up leaving the ball there...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna bring something I don't use back home...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no snapshots of the hot spring because my phone can't get wet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally got home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to get ready for school and exam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhHzK-0x5I/AAAAAAAAATs/7jBojFcsxdg/s1600-h/19052008325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203988313873368978" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDhHzK-0x5I/AAAAAAAAATs/7jBojFcsxdg/s320/19052008325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was still playing on the game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hate that now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2387745268150050941?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9f610c7453e47d81&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2387745268150050941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/hometown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2387745268150050941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2387745268150050941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/hometown.html' title='Hometown'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDg8Gq-0xqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nr9vJLACKOo/s72-c/17052008252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2433685256843802557</id><published>2008-05-24T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:51:49.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Deadly Disasters</title><content type='html'>It's sad to get to know so many disasters strucking.&lt;br /&gt;Cyclone in Myanmar, is a real sad case!&lt;br /&gt;Then, 1 week after that, earthquake in Sichuan China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i have to say the victims of the earthquake is kinda lucky because people from China, Hong Kon, Malaysia, Taiwan etc etc are having programmes to collect charity for them. I watched the charity shows, most of the shows collected charities much over their targets! Now, the victims have enough food, drink and have temporary shelters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Myanmar? Since the shows collected so many extras, why don't they donate some to Myanmar? Both the disasters cost thousands of lives, but everyone seems willing to help China than Myanmar! Why? Because of the language and skin colour?&lt;br /&gt;Even weeks after the cyclone, there are still rotten corpse floating everywhere! For weeks thay have no clean water! Who is doing the donation? Shows? Where r the shows? Campaigns? How much can little campaigns do?&lt;br /&gt;However, all these situations got better after some time, Myanmar's condition is alot better.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these people from Hong Kong and Taiwan racist or looking down on Myanmar?&lt;br /&gt;No matter from which country they are, a rich or poor ones, when they need help, why not we help? Y only China and not Myanmar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pity for those victims in Myanmar, but I'm not a billionaire... If I am I will try putting on Newater system in Myanmar so they will get cleaner water... It feels really bad when there's no clean water to consume u know?! I've tried being a day without clean waterbecause of no water supply and my mom cooked the muddy water! Eww... I ended up sipping a lil of ice and fridged water XD&lt;br /&gt;Tricks of Japan &amp;amp; Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope God will forgive Human for being against His will.&lt;br /&gt;God help your helpless human...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2433685256843802557?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2433685256843802557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/deadly-disasters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2433685256843802557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2433685256843802557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/deadly-disasters.html' title='Deadly Disasters'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-9067772382587480338</id><published>2008-05-24T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:50:32.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny Jojo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Jo Love Me</title><content type='html'>My Jo is now a Man! Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll do anything for his dark green leaves....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially Xiao Bai Cai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it too! Kkaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGVa-0xkI/AAAAAAAAARE/62hR3X9Hrjw/s1600-h/15052008241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203634859539744322" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGVa-0xkI/AAAAAAAAARE/62hR3X9Hrjw/s320/15052008241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGV6-0xlI/AAAAAAAAARM/pY2evZHTEzI/s1600-h/15052008239-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203634868129678930" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGV6-0xlI/AAAAAAAAARM/pY2evZHTEzI/s320/15052008239-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGWK-0xmI/AAAAAAAAARU/1qcm1G-WiDc/s1600-h/15052008233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203634872424646242" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGWK-0xmI/AAAAAAAAARU/1qcm1G-WiDc/s320/15052008233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll do anything for his fav vege!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGWa-0xoI/AAAAAAAAARk/bbjR2eCMfUo/s1600-h/05052008207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203634876719613570" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGWa-0xoI/AAAAAAAAARk/bbjR2eCMfUo/s320/05052008207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunk LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcJtK-0xpI/AAAAAAAAARs/bgN6fY57u4I/s1600-h/05052008205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203638566096520850" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcJtK-0xpI/AAAAAAAAARs/bgN6fY57u4I/s320/05052008205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big feet Jo learnt to play dead!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But his feets will vibrate O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-9067772382587480338?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/9067772382587480338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/jo-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9067772382587480338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/9067772382587480338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/jo-love-me.html' title='Jo Love Me'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcGVa-0xkI/AAAAAAAAARE/62hR3X9Hrjw/s72-c/15052008241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-3299823672165153503</id><published>2008-05-22T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:49:09.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Penang (again)</title><content type='html'>OH well......... &lt;div&gt;It's like ages since I last updated my bloggie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know ya all missed me ALOT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm Back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the busyness with exam....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lots of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was...I forgotten when, I had 4 days of holidays so daddy wanna go Penang again....&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Sunway Hotel with lots of foods right outside....I ate like... 4 to 5 meals a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Goddess Of Mercy (Kuan Yin's Temple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, this old man is real weird! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He INSISTED me to visit all the spaces....&lt;br /&gt;INSISTED me to listen to his stories....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INSISTED me to touch the lion statue....&lt;br /&gt;AND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcDMa-0xgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/09_Kk85p5bY/s1600-h/02052008169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203631406386038274" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcDMa-0xgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/09_Kk85p5bY/s320/02052008169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INSISTED to take this picture with me with his POSE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laughing hard by the time this picture is taken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the largest aquarium shop in Malaysia...It's really HUGE.... With Koi Fish, Clown Fish, Corals, and SHARKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sharks really creeps me out coz they looked really hungry&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the washroom and saw this notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203631419270940194" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcDNK-0xiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NhlUSE4Azng/s320/04052008204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piss AND bemoist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just write PEE! We understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this notice is really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had difficulties to pee that time because of laughing too hard =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcEfK-0xjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8d9zG0I0tRM/s1600-h/03052008184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203632828020213298" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcEfK-0xjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8d9zG0I0tRM/s320/03052008184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this lobster is really Yummy.... But my fav is still the baked tiger prawn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-3299823672165153503?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/3299823672165153503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/penang-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3299823672165153503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/3299823672165153503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/05/penang-again.html' title='Penang (again)'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SDcDMa-0xgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/09_Kk85p5bY/s72-c/02052008169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8191663013851804048</id><published>2008-04-09T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:48:30.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Do Something</title><content type='html'>Your dearly yummy kelle is really frustrated now...&lt;br /&gt;My first as*hole exam sux~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the 1st so I've gotta do something...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do something...&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted to get straight As...&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am, I know how much i can do...&lt;br /&gt;I measured my abilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do something together with my friends&lt;br /&gt;At least I get more memoirs with them before I leave them next year...&lt;br /&gt;And at least I get more satisfaction...&lt;br /&gt;However, satisfaction is not food....&lt;br /&gt;How nice if there's fine food here now!&lt;br /&gt;Pizza~ Sushi~ Fillet-0-fish~ Fruity cakes~ Gummies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh Yee May Yi &amp;amp; Mei are going for NiE tomorrow! What the freaking hell!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be all alone... How could I live without their gossips....??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matilah aku&lt;/em&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8191663013851804048?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8191663013851804048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-something.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8191663013851804048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8191663013851804048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-something.html' title='Do Something'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-8441111089144586359</id><published>2008-04-02T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:47:28.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Yummylicious 17th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;It's my 17th Yummylicious Birthday XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm now too yummy for you to resist XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my license a.s.a.p&lt;br /&gt;Getting good results in SPM&lt;br /&gt;Longer legs&lt;br /&gt;more $ $ $&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-8441111089144586359?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/8441111089144586359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/04/yummylicious-17th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8441111089144586359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/8441111089144586359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/04/yummylicious-17th-birthday.html' title='Yummylicious 17th Birthday'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2243338278098407406</id><published>2008-04-02T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:46:41.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Tagged by WeiWei..</title><content type='html'>001. Name: Kelle Mah&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Mostly, ah foon...oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jelly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt; by sista O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Married: Wanna marry me?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female: Do u believe if i said I'm a dude?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. High school: SMKSP&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. College:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; somewhere someday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Short or long hair:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; medium length now XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a healthy freak:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Not really, except bout fats and oils and vitamins &amp;amp; minerals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Height: shorter than u are...happy?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: can I have crush while in love? O.o&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself: Oh yeah, absolutely! except here and there and these XD joking lar...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; 4our&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; the rare one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. Surgery: went to pull my teeth out XD&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. Piercing:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; 10 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. Person you see in the morning: my freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peanut&lt;/span&gt; sista.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. Award: 1st year in kindergarten.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. Sport you join: running&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. Pet: My pearly white wabbit &lt;missing&gt; :(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. Vacation: No idea...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. Concert: Jolin Tsai&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. Crush:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 2nd year of kindergarten's classmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eat:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; worm gummies&lt;/span&gt;, teddy bear gummies...&lt;br /&gt;050. Drink: water&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;getting fatter!&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; NOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not really yet... No one will marry me now...&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind: gynecologist XD&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes: I don't wanna choose...both are just too hot...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses: Don't make me choose....&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller: taller&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; a lil bit of both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud: loud&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Trouble maker or hesitant: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; wanna let me kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles: how does it taste like?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts: 3 years ago...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: never...oh, i mean not yet....&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; I am LOVING someone younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Liked someone older: I LIKED someone older&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: Maybe....I guess I did....&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested: Yeah! For being too HOT! XD&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: Didn't you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: Of course!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Sometimes...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Yeah, just  too beautiful to resist!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [c from books]&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Magics: not really...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: sometimes....&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer Truthfully..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be right now: Yes....&lt;br /&gt;Where's 098?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God: yeah.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.Tag 5 people: Anybody... Just wish me birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/missing&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2243338278098407406?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2243338278098407406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-weiwei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2243338278098407406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2243338278098407406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-weiwei.html' title='Tagged by WeiWei..'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-2875631323074803941</id><published>2008-03-15T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:45:33.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Booo~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boo~! Everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;I got new hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad hair cut except the fringe too short...&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting it to become longgggg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/R9q-8CjLKSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Pxlkaocbivk/s1600-h/DSC03534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/R9q-8CjLKSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Pxlkaocbivk/s320/DSC03534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177660660301637922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm beautiful XD *perasan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/R9q-8SjLKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OQR5ubJpW8Y/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/R9q-8SjLKTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/OQR5ubJpW8Y/s320/DSC03536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177660664596605234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-2875631323074803941?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/2875631323074803941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/03/booo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2875631323074803941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/2875631323074803941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/03/booo.html' title='Booo~!'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/R9q-8CjLKSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Pxlkaocbivk/s72-c/DSC03534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6332936029824323897</id><published>2008-03-14T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:44:59.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Ikmal</title><content type='html'>1. What is your dream when you were a small kid ?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a freaking teacher *OMG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the happiest thing in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;I've meet HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you wish to have right now ?&lt;br /&gt;I wish we'll be happy together like never before (is it still possible?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you horse laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;I never had a good laugh for such a loooooooong time my dearies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you realize recently ?&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong wrong wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which bad habit in you is the most unacceptable ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lies, promise breaking, unconcern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are unhappy , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;CRY CRY CRY and BABY CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you afraid of losing ?&lt;br /&gt;My dearest darling and weight(because he don't like me losing weight :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Within 5 years , which target is the most realistic ?&lt;br /&gt;If I save 1 buck for him everyday, how much will he have in five years huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you meet someone you like, will you profess or hide your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Hide and then profess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. List out 3 kind of people you hate the most ?&lt;br /&gt;Liars, Arrogant, Fakers(don't act as if you're always accepted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Define loneliness&lt;br /&gt;moody, tears, lack of being loved? (I'm freaking lonely right now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you satisfied with your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;If he's still right here with me then it's perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When is the most recent time you felt touched ?&lt;br /&gt;Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is the most beautiful place that you had visited ?&lt;br /&gt;I love Strawberry Park...I wish I get to go Japan and Paris :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A song that is playing in your mind recently&lt;br /&gt;枫 by Jay Chou...Actually I can only hear my darling's voice in the music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a wish that come true, what is it ?&lt;br /&gt;God don't bring our love away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have anything to be worried or scared recently?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Do he still care and love and wanna be with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the world is going to end, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;One passionate last kiss lasts forever ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you love the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone&lt;br /&gt;- Too&lt;br /&gt;- Free&lt;br /&gt;- To&lt;br /&gt;- Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6332936029824323897?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6332936029824323897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-by-ikmal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6332936029824323897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6332936029824323897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-by-ikmal.html' title='Tagged by Ikmal'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10635008.post-6019631571787883340</id><published>2008-03-13T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:43:05.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Very Freaking Pissed</title><content type='html'>Days ago, I went to JJ with family for some yummy Japanese Ramen,&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm so sad that even my new Nike ballet flats gives me blisters! At least it's better than cheap flats I got from Sg.Wang. So I got my blisters plasters which looks really cute! I haven't encounter plaster like that before XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the washroom and then stick on the very jellyish plasters. While I was standing aside, never blocked any bit*h, with my sister in front of me lending me a hand, there's this 40+ years old boobless bitch standing right opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even want to notice anything bout her. But then, this thousands wrinkle bitch is trying to really piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden she stare at me for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;Then she raised her damn flabby right hand and point her freaking coarse finger on me...&lt;br /&gt;And she start mumbling LOUDLY!&lt;br /&gt;I thought she's a Thai bitch trying to put a curse on me...&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her finger...&lt;br /&gt;She stare even sharper at me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm blurred...&lt;br /&gt;I look at my sister and told her...&lt;br /&gt;She look into the mirror and gave me a confirmation that the green and yellow monster is a real crazy bitch =D&lt;br /&gt;And said "She's just jealous of you!"&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know her, I didn't ever met her in my whole damn 17 years before!&lt;br /&gt;So I continued sticking on my cute plaster...&lt;br /&gt;That bitch went to the toilet cleaner and keep scolding and mumbling very loudly with her damn finger pointing at me!&lt;br /&gt;I was really blur and pissed!&lt;br /&gt;The cleaner then look at me with her blur face...&lt;br /&gt;Then I stare at the bitch sharper than ever...&lt;br /&gt;She stare straight at me and keep scolding...&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hands...&lt;br /&gt;Walk passed her cool as ever!&lt;br /&gt;I have HIGH EQ, I am well-mannered, I don't gave a damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT~!&lt;br /&gt;If I ever meet her again this way...&lt;br /&gt;I won't guarantee I can be as cool...&lt;br /&gt;Because my EQ is so logical, will let me give her two big damn slap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been as pissed before!&lt;br /&gt;And I swear she'll die in minutes after the 10th reader finish reading this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, is there really anyway for me to contact Jigoku Shoujo (hell girl)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngek Ngek Ngek......!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10635008-6019631571787883340?l=sfmah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/feeds/6019631571787883340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-freaking-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6019631571787883340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10635008/posts/default/6019631571787883340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfmah.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-freaking-pissed.html' title='Very Freaking Pissed'/><author><name>KeLLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11418914658131533819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUtIjP2fnNI/SUpJNk9nHhI/AAAAAAAAArk/HtwgwM0ZmrA/S220/ABCD0010-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
