<?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-18461704</id><updated>2011-12-03T17:37:48.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get PhuNkie Wi+H Mie</title><subtitle type='html'>^*\\~ where | ordinary | tales | are | phunked | up | in | style ~//*^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-115668839939617039</id><published>2006-08-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:25:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said goodbye..</title><content type='html'>i always knew i wanted you...&lt;br /&gt;i've been hoping to call you mine for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally got the permission to own you..&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was...&lt;strong&gt;INDESCRIBEABLE&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done what i needed to do..&lt;br /&gt;i've always been there for you when you're at your worst..&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i can never live without you ..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wasn't so right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 months is not long..&lt;br /&gt;neither is it short..&lt;br /&gt;through this period of time..&lt;br /&gt;i've grown fonder of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave you what you needed..&lt;br /&gt;i think i spoilt you rotten...&lt;br /&gt;but whatever i wanted..&lt;br /&gt;i never got it back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've ruined me in a way..&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't have the patience anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand you giving me shits in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;until i don't even know how to deal with you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me a lot of time to realise..&lt;br /&gt;that i don't want you around...&lt;br /&gt;you're splitting me from the end of dark lines...&lt;br /&gt;and i can't take it any longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if you're never prepared...&lt;br /&gt;neither have i thought of this...&lt;br /&gt;but things change as time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry i said goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally said&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO MY HAIR!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/darling.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/darling.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah..i was the one who supplied the black long thingy in the horror flick "The Wig"..Now u know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i finally cut my hair!!!! it feels so great...went to X' Track Hair Salon in Jalan Prima Setapak today...i like the hairdressers there cos' they are like super friendly and warm..and they actually think a lot before they cut your hair...which means they don't simply just hold the pair of scissors and flip around your crown... another reason X' Track gets my approval is because that if you're a student and no matter what hairstyle you cut, they only charge you RM 12....cheap right?? well...here's the process of how i lost my tresses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/firstcut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/firstcut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...Max (the hairdresser) snipped off the hair behind first...if you want his number, please come and take from me..X' Track's good...serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/2ndcut.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/2ndcut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he continued to cut the sides after much thought on how he should proceed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/onesided.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/onesided.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaarrgghh!!! one side's gone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/almostdone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/almostdone.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost done...he's styling my hair i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now...i look &lt;em&gt;bloodysnobbishthatyouwishyoucanjustkillmeonthespotrightnow&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kua ha mi??!!? $%*#@!!??!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/2ndcut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/darling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/darling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-115668839939617039?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115668839939617039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=115668839939617039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115668839939617039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115668839939617039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-said-goodbye.html' title='i said goodbye..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-115488081785356137</id><published>2006-08-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:17:25.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl named Sylvin..</title><content type='html'>hiya'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is mainly about this girl called sylvin from my hometown..i don't know her personally, but i think she can dance well for her age. She's around 16 or 17 this year and she really has the passion for dancing. she has been in countless dancing competitions and has danced for singapore's MediaCorp's charity shows..she's quite a babe if you ask me. recently, she's in this competition organised by samsung called the World Cyber Games Dance Competition. Her team's Fuse. I think they can dance quite well and you guys can vote for their team or anyone of the finalists &lt;a href="http://202.172.228.47/samsung/wcg/index.asp?s="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is their dance video clip...and if you wana see sylvin, here's her &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9903914"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt; account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PT5H_4Hl7Yo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PT5H_4Hl7Yo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, if i'm not wrong, she's the last dancer on your left at the beginning of this dance..enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-115488081785356137?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-115423286871497145</id><published>2006-07-30T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:14:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only A Woman Like You by Michael Bolton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This...is really a song worth listening...really worth listening..it just says it all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/qTo37M2a1WE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only A Woman Like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful, your honesty&lt;br /&gt;You cry when you need to&lt;br /&gt;You say what you feel&lt;br /&gt;You're never afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;You're always so open with me&lt;br /&gt;It's in your voice, I can hear it&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a woman in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a woman can love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Give you her life and give you her trust&lt;br /&gt;Not any woman can do what you do&lt;br /&gt;Only a woman like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's magical, your love for me&lt;br /&gt;It's more than a man could ever receive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man and it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;A woman like you could love me&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, I can see it&lt;br /&gt;The look of a woman in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a woman can love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Give you her life and give you her trust&lt;br /&gt;Not any woman can do what you do&lt;br /&gt;Only a woman like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I could find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't, so forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Cause you took the words away&lt;br /&gt;You answered every prayer I always prayed&lt;br /&gt;It's in your touch, I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of a woman in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a woman can love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Give you her life and give you her trust&lt;br /&gt;Not any woman can do what you do&lt;br /&gt;Only a woman like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only a woman can love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Give you her life and give you her trust&lt;br /&gt;Not any woman can do what you do&lt;br /&gt;Only a woman like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-115423286871497145?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115423286871497145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=115423286871497145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115423286871497145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115423286871497145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-woman-like-you-by-michael-bolton.html' title='Only A Woman Like You by Michael Bolton'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-115410448148336777</id><published>2006-07-29T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:34:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of italians and hot kitties..</title><content type='html'>i have to admit...im starting to become a party freak.. i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just within a month, and i've been to TWO parties, as in like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;REALLY HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; parties with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAKING HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crowd...and both are organised by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hotlink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;actually &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hotlink&lt;/span&gt; quite nice la..but too bad i betrayed them and changed to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt;..wahaha..but still hotlink seems to give me more than &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;digi&lt;/span&gt; does)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First, it was the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Finale of World Cup Finals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Bukit Bintang.. ooo...it was soo sooo soooooo much fun i tell you.. i sewed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flag weh..and i'm proud to say, it was &lt;strong&gt;hand-sewn&lt;/strong&gt;... and i actually saw four guys sitting down and sewing flags for the first time in my life...from 7pm-5am in the morning.. there's no stopping guys when it comes to football...Girls will &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt; be second as long as there is football&lt;em&gt;..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the football fever was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OUT OF MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUTRAGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...really.. for three days in a row, i was dragged by a few guys(mainly TWO) to go &lt;em&gt;"shopping"&lt;/em&gt; for jersey... and the way guys shop is unbelievable..this is the second time i see guys shop better than girls, and this time, the guys are so so so much better...or maybe worse... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(first was when the Kutu Malam gang went to 1Utama..Thomas was one of those guys!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;kok woei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;edwin&lt;/span&gt; decided to buy Italy's home jersey like a few days before the finals..and being the good girlfriend i am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(im always good la..in fact im the best...bwahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; i decided to join them, thinking that it'll not last long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my horror, it was the worst ever shopping trip in my &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/strong&gt; life..even my mom doesnt spend that much energy and time shoppingg for &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we started out from Times Square...scouted every single sports store and there was no jerseys..so we went to Sungei Wang instead.. went to Royal Sporting House, al-Ikhsan and blaa blaa blaa...and NO, there wasnt a single one.. and since the guys' semangat damn high, the planned to drive to 1Utama...all the way fromTimes Square, at 5pm...Peak hour..stuck in the traffic jam..reached 1U at around 7pm..walked almost the whole 1U and found nothing..so they gave up.... &lt;strong&gt;only FOR THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, edwin decided to bring me on a shopping spree again..this time, we started out from Midvalley..ok...looked around, found nothing...went over to Sungei Wang, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;!!... apparently, someone suddenly remembered that BB Plaza has freaking a lot of sports shop..so we went in search of them...finally found italian jersey..but it wasnt te Home jersey that they wanted...after much negotiations and discussions and calling the so-called "&lt;em&gt;tai yee long&lt;/em&gt;", they finally decided to buy the away jerseys..with the Home numbers...hehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought everything was over, they dragged me along the next day in search of Italian flag...sigh...so we practically went to every bookstore or whatever stores we thought might have the flag in Midvalley..sadly, we found none..like i said, these boys semangat tinggi sangat, decided to sew the flags themselves..we ended up i Kamdar choosing textiles and the next thing i know, we were back in kok woei's house sewing...with D-jack and sailoon too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was fun..it was crazy..i never partied like this before and it has been a really long time since i really had fun...and luck was really on our side, because not only did Italy won the Cup of Life, edwin won two &lt;strong&gt;Special Standing Tickets to Pussy Cat Dolls concert&lt;/strong&gt; on that day&lt;em&gt;...*yeay*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just three days ago, there i was, with my new roomie,Eliza, Edwin, Therese and Hui Munn, hanging out at Sunway Surf Beach..it was freaking fun!! the crowd was bad...especially the guys..they were totally NUTS when they saw PCD.they dont even care f they were stepping on someone else's feet nor if any girl has stripped not if someone in front of them fainted...basically, i was pushed hundred of times, nearly quarrelled with two dudes, got my foot stepped on by one &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and it was my left foot with the swollen toe..Ouch!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and i saw a lady with HUGE breast..whom therese calls "&lt;em&gt;Hantu tetek&lt;/em&gt;".. the concert didn't come without a price after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..watching those hot kitties strutting their stuffs on stage just gets people fired up..!!&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures, but couldnt get much clear ones..BUT, i did get one of Adam C...and boy, he's so cute man!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opening act was a lil'...wait...should be extremely slow and long...with reshmonu and his gang playing n dancing on the stage..but it was worth the wait since PCD did a nasty job in getting all of us high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wish i can publish the pictures here for you to see, but i dont know whats wrong with blogspot...i havent been able to upload pictures for the past few posts..so will make it up to you when blogspot allows me to put up the pictures k?just remember to remind me though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm getting forgetful these days..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what did i just say?huh? *wondering*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-115410448148336777?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115410448148336777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=115410448148336777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115410448148336777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115410448148336777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-italians-and-hot-kitties.html' title='of italians and hot kitties..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-115380602330081984</id><published>2006-07-25T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:13:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital daze..</title><content type='html'>edwin was admitted to Tawakal Hospital on 30th June at 4am in the morning due to hyperventilation and dehydration. It was a scary experience for me...watching him breathing so slowly with difficulties...his limbs all numbed...and he couldnt move. sending him to the hospital was my only option and hope when he came down with high fever and started to lose his consciousness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching the hospital, the medical officer put him on drip while i have to go through all sorts of documentation with his cousin brother. Sai Loon and Kok Woei were both walking up and down and looking after edwin at the same time. after around 1 hour, he was finally admitted to a 4-person room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/Image%281464%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he was sleeping like baby..and i wondered how much pain and worry i went through that night..but looking at him sleeping soundly, i knew it didnt matter as long as he was safe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/Image%281465%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;edwin sleeping like a baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i slept for a few hours and woke up to check on him a few times. the nurses came and do their rounds and one passed me a bottle which she said is for edwin's pee. they need the "specimen" to run tests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went back to sleep after the nurse came at 7am. slept till 9am.woke up when the doctor came. woke edwin up. he talked to edwin and told him what should be eaten and what not to be eaten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Doc: try to avoid drinking milk and eating vegetables and fruits. they will upset your stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;edwin: *face lighted up* Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dont know what to say except that edwin has this weird habit of not eating anything green and anything sour. to sum it up, he hates vegetables and he hates mangoes, yoghurt, apples(this im not sure why) and sour plums. he loves everything sweet...which i think he's a bit overdoing it! so you see, he WAS very glad to know that he was given permission not to eat any vege..for at least a week...so he was in "syiok" mode ler...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the doctor went, he continued sleeping, skipping his breakfast of pancakes with butter and jam..which i finished it for him... he wasnt feeling hungry..the drip was providing him he "food" he needed. so there i was, eating almost all his meals. the nurses were not told that he could not take oily food and vegetables. so for the first day, all they prepared were food he could not eat..but he didnt want to eat anyway..i told the nurse about his diet and they did something about his breakfast and lunch the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kok woei and the gang came in the afternoon to visit him. i bought newspapers for him...knowing the fact that he must be worried sick about the football matches he missed..so after the guys left, he started reading. it was a nice sight, to finally see him sitting up and looking better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he slept again while i read the book he bought for me just the night before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his right hand was swollen that night..that's the hand that was fixed to the drip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the next day, the doctor came and checked him and announced that he was able to be discharged that afternoon. he recovered really fast, cos right after he was discharged, he was already driving home to Klang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...the very next day, we were walking at 1utama,shopping with his cousin..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would have believed that he was really sick? you tell me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-115380602330081984?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115380602330081984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=115380602330081984&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115380602330081984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115380602330081984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/hospital-daze.html' title='hospital daze..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-115303108836072370</id><published>2006-07-16T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:24:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long..</title><content type='html'>i finally found the strength to blog it here..and it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lose someone so close.&lt;br /&gt;to have someone you love so damn much taken away.&lt;br /&gt;to not be given a chance to take one last look at him before he was gone..forever.&lt;br /&gt;to know that there will never be another day to look him in the eyes and talk to him about my little dreams.&lt;br /&gt;to know that i will never ever hear him call me anymore...eventhough i do not understand a single word he said.&lt;br /&gt;and to know that there never will be anyone who can take his place in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found the strength to speak out how i feel..after 1 whole month..but i still have not found the strength to talk about him openly..and i do not want to.&lt;br /&gt;for what belongs to the both of us, will forever belong to just him and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, darling..always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/apie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-115303108836072370?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/115303108836072370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=115303108836072370&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115303108836072370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/115303108836072370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-so-long.html' title='after so long..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114800743647392607</id><published>2006-05-19T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:57:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't that BAD...</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, i received my result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I PASSED MY FOUNDATION YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't any BIG celebration...but the contentment  was..oops! sorry, IS beyond description. you see, i never expected myself to pass. and i still think that it was mere luck. maybe i was just blessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but two days ago, i received an equally upsetting news too. Neeshaa didn't make it because of a stupid prgramming paper. I was so excited to start hostel life with Neeshaa as my new block-mate... now, everything has crashed. I was there to see how hard Neeshaa had studied for the exams, and i must say that she has put in equal, if not more, effort as everyone else who had passed the exam. she was so determined to do well and i just couldn't believe that this happened. i just pray and wish that somehow, Neeshaa will join me again in PJ really really soon...and we can continue to go crazy like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first evening at Millenium Court was quite okay. Neeshaa and i took our baths, and headed for KFC, which is situated just right beside MC. Had a nice meal and chatted quite a lot with Shaa. Then we headed back to my room, to change my ROTTING mattress. .. yeap! my mattress was rotten.. and i was planning to sleep on it until i get a new one this weekend until.. I SAW MY SAVIOUR!! well, it just happened that my ex-teacher in secondary school is staying one floor above me, and she has two really thick and new mattresses, and she decided to donate one to me. Hence, we took the mattress to my room and started to really clean the entire room. It was only then that it hit us so so so so freaking hard that we really miss those people misisng in our lives and our old hang-outs. The hostel gang...TBR...The benches...Canteen 1 &amp; 2...Setapak...&lt;br /&gt;we really felt like going "home"...looking out my room window, it just didn't seem like "home" at all without the usual big trees, the KLCC view and of course, the laughter of each and everyone back at "home"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scanning through each and everything and person that was in sight, it was a really diffrent view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A REALLY DIFFERENT VIEW IT WAS INDEED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW HALF-NAKED GUYS!!!!!!!!!!hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.... Oooh! there's too many to count... yes...and all of them was in my view..!! well, u see, just roght opposite my block is a all-guy's block. and well..guys like to be semi-naked...can't blame me... it was a feast for my eyes... and it was the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; entertainment Shaa and i had!! &lt;strong&gt;SO DO NOT JUDGE US&lt;/strong&gt;!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were giggling and getting high in the room when suddenly, we saw a guy is just his....&lt;strong&gt;TOWEL&lt;/strong&gt;!!and he was trying to put his underwear/shorts on with the curtains and windows wide open... Oooohhh... Sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to call Edwin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Don't ask. Eh, Pinjam me your binoculars!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Huh? What? Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Aiya, got-lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ooohh....WHY????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"You know-lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"DON'T WANT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"yerrr!!! Why cannot pinjam me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Cause you cannot look at other guys!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"They are there for me to see ma...and they are half-naked...OOooohh!! So sexy weh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"No need.. don't want and don't see!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..i enjoyed myself by torturing Edwin, and Neeshaa was enjoying herself listening to the converstaion...and of course, both of us continued our "viewing" after we made that call...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114800743647392607?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114800743647392607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114800743647392607&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114800743647392607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114800743647392607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-wasnt-that-bad.html' title='It wasn&apos;t that BAD...'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114779235684394653</id><published>2006-05-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:15:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of my foundation..Or Not?</title><content type='html'>phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long and lonely 9 weeks since the day i updated my blog. So much has happened. So much fun..so much tears..so much pain.. and so much laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the beginning of my first day in Petaling Jaya. I wonder if i'll be able to live through the life there with limited contacts..there seemed to be so much emptiness. Misisng pieces of my life back in Setapak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria, Vina, Thomas, Emily, Amelia, Sin Eu, Denise, Cynthia, Ting Wei, Caryn, Bani, Carmen, Brinda, Hui Fang, Li Ling, Jong Hui, Kuhan and last but not least, my gal gal, Jeremy... All these pals have been there for me through thick and thin when i was back in hostel. Now, There's only Neeshaa and I. But the good thing is at least, i have Joyce (Edwin's niece) and Lip Kee(my cousin brother) with me in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always always miss you guys.. You guys are really what i call TRUE FRIENDS that will never give up on me.. I love all of you...Now and always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ok? I'll come visit you when i'm free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to amelia... I will always be there for you when you need me ok?though sometimes im not the very best of friends u have, but i really want you to know that i do appreciate you and those gila moments we have in emily and my room. Miss you always. And God Bless You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i have this friend called &lt;a href="www.fuzzimuzzi.com"&gt;Cheng Yee &lt;/a&gt;who has just started his own blog. He's a good writer and a very funny guy. Do show some support by visiting his blog ok? His name, &lt;a href="www.fuzzimuzzi.com"&gt;chengyeelim&lt;/a&gt; is under my link. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114779235684394653?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114779235684394653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114779235684394653&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114779235684394653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114779235684394653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-of-my-foundationor-not.html' title='End of my foundation..Or Not?'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114506688591125893</id><published>2006-04-15T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T10:08:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a HARD semester...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Life's pretty busy lately. That explains why i almost didn't have time to sit back and relax and enjoy what i do most for some time....BLOGGING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well...i'm so sorry if i haven't update this page for such a long period of time. Some of my friends even asked me if i changed my blog again..well, here's a BIG NOOOO!!! to you...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;In a way, it's kinda nice to know that people do come and visit this lil' world of mine at times...especially &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kwang Ying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;She's forever so supportive of whatever i do..Thanks for reminding me i haven't updated for some time..haha..though u asked me like...eons ago???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thanks for always being so sweet..eventhough you're "oversea" now..(it's singular.."oversea" and not "overseas" cus she's just one sea away from me...wait!...is Selat Tebrau even a sea in the very first place? Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*thinking hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*slap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;okay...back to my senses...well, yesterday night i did some checking...i mean as in checking out my friend's blog...had a nice time reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thomasting.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thomas's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; blog...Haven't checked his blog for a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;then oni i found out that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Weiqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has already started blogging OPENLY too!! Kudos to the girl..it's nice to see &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Weiqi&lt;/span&gt; grown into such a sweet girl now..though i kinda miss the times we had..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hm...let's see... I just got myself a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rapsody EP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seven Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! It's quite a nice album..the songs inside will get you up in no time man!! Just for your information, Rapsody consists of 3 freaking talented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;(in my opinion, Kuhan's the best-lah...no need to ask why!!) guys in my college who can rap the shit out of anything at all.. Haha..these guys went far in Blast Off! ...it's quite a waste they didn't win..Though i've only seen them perform once on TV...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but i really think they are good!! For those of you who are interested, you can kindly email my friends at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:rapsody_kl@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;rapsody_kl@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; .... It's only RM10.. Listen to hitz.fm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Support the LOCAL MUSIC SCENE!!!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, things didn't turn out too well for a really good and close friend of mine in hostel this sem. There were a string of unhappy events... but i'm kinda glad that it's almost over now.. at least i know he's happy... to my "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;girl girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", this is for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall everyone sins&lt;br /&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;With the life held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;These hands are meant to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;Move along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So a day when you've lost yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;Could be a night when your life ends&lt;br /&gt;Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All the pain held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong we move along&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong, we move along&lt;br /&gt;Along, along, along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Move Along by All American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl Girl, i know you can do it...everyone of us will move along with you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114506688591125893?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114506688591125893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114506688591125893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114506688591125893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114506688591125893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-hard-semester.html' title='It&apos;s been a HARD semester...'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114126749875434048</id><published>2006-03-02T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:44:59.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!!</title><content type='html'>well, this is just a short post cos' im really really happy that i passed my 2nd semester examinations!!! Cannot really believe it myself.. I'm so so so happy......and i just wana thank Edwin for making me sit down and study...and for guiding me in Econs, Management and most of all, my Comp Programming laaaa......And to alvin too...for being there when Edwin seems to be clueless...hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to all the people who gave me encouragement and confidence to face this examination... Daniel, Thomas, mum, and sis...THANK YOU SO SO MUCH...you don't know how much this means to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114126749875434048?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114126749875434048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114126749875434048&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114126749875434048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114126749875434048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-passed.html' title='I Passed!!'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114076500607176061</id><published>2006-02-24T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:30:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/grandma&amp;i.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Well CNY is over..like ages ago...but I suddenly have the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt; urge to blog about it. So here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of CNY, we had a reunion LUNCH. yeap! I know most people have reunion dinner..but let's just say that the Ho Family is weird... we prefer to have lunch. We went over to my eldest uncle's house for lunch. Had fun with all my little cuzzies. They are just so sweet and cute. Can't help but join in the fun. Being the 1st and 2nd grandchildren in the family, Janice (my older sis) and I had to look after those rascals and make sure that they finished their food before they left the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Night time was a bit different. We had our own family steamboat in my own house. Then it was followed by the spring-cleaning of our house which we couldn't really finish the day before. I helped mum to put up all the CNY decoratives and "dressed-up" the lil' "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#ffffff;" &gt;ying liu&lt;/span&gt;" plant at the corner of the house. Climbing up and down the ladder was killing me but the fun I obtained was &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;. Seeing the smile on everyone's face just makes them ambience seemed so perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10pm, my lil' cuzzies came over to my house and we started taking a lot of pictures at my house porch...Well, this is kind of like a tradition ever since we got our own camera...every CNY eve, we'll have a photo session.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/sheng%26i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming Sheng and I. We have the same birthday!! March 10th..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/xuehua%26i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xue Hua and I. She looks like me when I was younger.. Just that her eyes are HUGE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/zhen%26i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming Zhen and I. She's very sweet and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;1st day, my late paternal grandma's Godson came over. We call him Kit Deh...which in Hainanese means "Small Uncle Kit" (Kit is his name)... took pictures with my "God-cousins" (i know there's no such word..invented them) Kenny and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/me.michelle%26hua.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Xue Hua, Michelle and I. CNY 1st Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/kenny%26i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kenny and I, In front of mum's "ying liu"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ah deh (small uncle) came over to my house. He lives just next door. After that, we went over to my nanny's house. My sis's &lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; friends came over at night and hung out till 12am plus and we decided to go mamak. So at the mamak shop, I was "&lt;strong&gt;interrogated&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;preached&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; "Kor kors" who are mys sis's best friends, on the topic, &lt;strong&gt;BGR&lt;/strong&gt;. According to these Kor kors, &lt;strong&gt;BOYS ARE EVIL AND CUNNING&lt;/strong&gt;. and one particular kor kor called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; kept repeating this line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lai, kor kor gen ni jiang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; (come, big bro tell you this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew that i'm in a relationship now and are quite worried. Can't blame them.. they are 5 years my senior...Of course they worry about me...especially when they are quite close to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/max%26i.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maximillan and I. He looks blur!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th day, i was in Batu Pahat. Took hundreds of pictures there. My Ah yee and Ah teo came back from singapore. so i took the opportunity to take pictures with them since i seldom see them. Then there was Terence Kor kor, My Fave Cousin Bro of all time... Then there were Danzell, my sweet lil' nephew... Daniel, my lil' cousin bro who has outgrown me... my third uncle, Uncle Peow, Aunty Irene, Ah ma, Uncle Hong...Lil' Johnevan... it was hell of a fun having such a big family gathering....we haven't done that for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/babydanzellme2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby Danzell and I..He's my 1st nephew!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/grandma%26i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Ah Ma and I!! She's already 87 this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;On the 6th night, my eldest uncle(dad's big bro) invited us to "low yee sang" at a restaurant. everyone was there...another BIG family dinner. It was fun...having everyone around, sharing stories... And mum was telling everyone about &lt;strong&gt;Edwin&lt;/strong&gt;...so all my uncles and aunties officially know I have a boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th night was my own reunion with friends. Not many of them turned up as most of them have gone back to their respective colleges. I managed to take pictures with the gals...and 2 guys...the other guys refused to take pictures...so it was a total waste!!! They were gambling..so they refused to budge to take pics...Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh yeah.. Edwin's mum invited me over to his place on the 15th to join them for steamboat. It was his father's Chinese Birthday as well. But i wasn't able to make it as i've said it before, my dad still "bellieves" that i don't have a boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All in all...i guess and i feel and i conclude that i have had a wonderful CNY this year..all those gatherings and stuffs really made me feel happy and contented!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Though i miss someone so dearly that i keep dreaming of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;well....wat can i do?!?!?!!?&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/18461704-114076500607176061?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114076500607176061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114076500607176061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114076500607176061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114076500607176061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/02/cny-updates.html' title='CNY updates..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114070861699083888</id><published>2006-02-23T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:30:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where am i?</title><content type='html'>lately, i feel like im invisible again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so transparent. not everyone sees me. not everyone seem to care what's going on in my little life. sometimes i wonder if im thinking too much. maybe the excessive time that i have ever since my source of "entertainment" is gone made me feel this way. or maybe i don't get any more entertainments anymore. or maybe i'm just going throught a phase i havent been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what is it... i just know that im feeling very shitty and rotten for now. and it is a terrible time for me. a horrible pain in my heart. a heart that aches for a reason that i myself am not even sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know me personally, and is reading this, i just wonder... where do i stand in your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114070861699083888?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114070861699083888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114070861699083888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114070861699083888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114070861699083888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-am-i.html' title='where am i?'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114051882632325200</id><published>2006-02-21T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:47:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Has A Job..</title><content type='html'>Edwin told me yesterday that he got the job. I was so excited for him when he told me! In fact, I still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of thoughts have been going through my mind.. What is it gonna be like? Is he going to do well? Will the people there give him trouble? I think I'm beginning to sound like a mother to him soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, I just hope he'll do well! Tomorrow's his first day at work..and I know he'll do well. I have faith in you!! Always will...Hmm.. Just wish he'll take more care of himself.. He has grown thinner lately.. kinda worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at home is pretty the same. BOREDOM RULES my life now...nothing much to do except waking up every morning, do the laundry, sweep the house, fold the clothes, wait for dad and mum to come home, go for lunch, feed the cats, go online, bathe, eat dinner, watch some shows and then go to bed....I'm freaking rotten now...D-E-C-O-M-P-O-S-E-D!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... there's still 17 days to go...and im still wondering how i'm going to live through it!! but i know i will!!  Besides rotting at home, my other job is to worry how to make people around me happier......Mum. Bro. The Cats. Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Edwin's in a pretty foul mood...hopefully i did manage to live up his spirits a lil just a while ago....and i think some tennis tonight might do him good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if my entries are getting very boring...don't blame me.....im rotten!!my mind's a blank......cant think striaght now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOOHhhh.....anyway, just a notice to all........im currently in love with Korean Dramas and Actors...so cuteee.....n romantic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza Aza Huaiting!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114051882632325200?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114051882632325200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114051882632325200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114051882632325200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114051882632325200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-has-job.html' title='Someone Has A Job..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-114010475964152258</id><published>2006-02-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:45:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you're nearer and nearer to doing something that you've always wanted, and yet deep down inside, you feel that you're actually getting further away? I've been feeling like this  since yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the distance. Maybe it's  not. Maybe it's the fact that I know that the time I'm going to spend and to see him will be lesser and lesser. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was celebrated alone..Not really..I had my sis with me. But alone as in without him. He made me something sweet and practical..which i personally think is enough to make my day.. But somehow, it still feels empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went for a job interview this afternoon. Everything went well and I hope he gets the job.  I know how it feels like to be stuck at home for months and be left with nothing to do but rot. A job would be nice.. At least there's something to take care of when he's free...But in a way, i know the time we have for each other is going to be cut down tremendously. Luckily, there's still weekends for us to spend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year hasn't been a really good year for us... Being apart, facing my dad who's still reluctant to accept the fact that i have a boyfriend, facing a dad who refuses to let me meet him for Valentine's, him getting a job soon and working from 9am-6pm, and not being able to really spend my birthday... But i've taken things into my stride and am learning to accept them as part of life and part of growing up. I can't expect Love to be forever peaceful like a ship sailing without storms; a plane flying without turbulence; or learning how to cook a simple plate of fried rice without failing a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies...and im still counting the days that im going to finally see him. It doesn't matter how hard or tiring it is...it doesn't matter if people opposes it...because someway somehow, i'm gonna live through it. And hopefully when the 3rd semester starts, I'll have some things to occupy my mind and not think about him or miss him so terribly much...and maybe i'll understand his situation that he won't have that much time for me... whatever way...i'll make sure we'll both make the best out of whatever time we have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-114010475964152258?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/114010475964152258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=114010475964152258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114010475964152258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/114010475964152258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-113793581457220024</id><published>2006-01-22T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T05:15:18.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShouLd ExaM bE aBoLisHed??!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should exam be abolished? That was one of the questions that had me pondering on when I was taking part in debate back in secondary school. All of a sudden, it came back to me this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examination time can be pretty scary at times, I have to admit. Especially when you have insufficient rest and sleep and end up looking like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/Image%281011%29.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yerr!!...HANTU ar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; at the end of the day, when you know that your hard work has paid off, you feel the self-satisfaction there inside of you...and your face will be beaming with a sense of pride...And taking pictures for little imps and rascals who wouldn't stop acting cute can never spoil your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/Image%281127%29.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww...they are soo cute..Koochee-koochee-koo..Ang-gook-gook..See..they are smiling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, personally I don't think that it should be abolished. In a way, exam has its own benefits. It's like a self-test to see where we are and how good we fare in something that we do. The purpose of exam has always been a test to let us, human beings, to know our limits and our standards until we ourselves &lt;strong&gt;TWISTED&lt;/strong&gt; the main reason why exams existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a known fact that when it comes to exams, people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;COMPETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with not only themselves, but with other people. They no longer want to see an increase in their knowledge, they also want to beat other people to top the class. Even parents nowadays take exam as a race to see whose children are more intelligent. As to those ill-fated kids who has not done well, they might end up getting a good scolding or maybe worse, beating from their beloved &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine once told me a similar incident. This friend's mum is a well-known &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT MUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; back in where I come from. She is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thin, petite and beautiful,&lt;/span&gt; having given birth to 4 equally beautiful children. Seriuosly, even I admire her hour glass figure. She has everything. An accountant as a husband, a daughter studying medicine in a private college, 3 other kids that are doing quite fine and she is always seen with those high-class rotarians at dinner parties and galas. Outside, she is the ideal mum any kid would crave to have. Come one, man!! Who wouldn't want a HOT MUM who looks like a mix of aborigines,Chinese, and Malay and wears spaghetti straps, tight jeans, high-slit long velvet skirt, low cut top with her curly hair resting nicely and sexily on her shoulders??!!?She's so "in"..she wears PLATFORM heels..yeah..even I don't wear that. She seems so loving and caring, fetching her kids to and fro from school and tuition lessons. But what my friend was about to tell me, changed my &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; perception of her. And mind you, I was only 12 when he told me that.It started when I asked him something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh..you learn taekwondo ar? What belt? Is the grading test hard?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm in blue belt now. Not really hard. Have to do properly lo.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ohh...then Crystal and Angel (both his younger sisters) also learn with you? What grade are they at now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Same as me la! Because I failed once. Then my mum kicked me. After that I don't dare to fail again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"HUH???!!?? You mean Aunty (call her that because I knw her quite well) kicked you??Where? Must be very painful right?? Why kicked you??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I failed my test when my sisters can pass lo...My stomach. Of course la painful. She kicked me leh!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my shock. I later found out that my friend was only 10 when she landed that kick on his tummy. The good thing was that my friend has always been on the plump side, so maybe his fats managed to cushion the blow a little to help ease the pain. Hmm..How good would it be if I was fatter..Then when my mum caned me last time, I wouldn't feel so much pain. Yeah la..Fat people do have their own strong points. How I admire them...Mayb I should try putting on weight during CNY..&lt;em&gt;Wahahaha&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Snapped back to reality*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK.. I was digressing a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK..OK...It was a lot..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, when his sister, Crystal, got her results for the now abolished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Penilaian Tahap Satu(PTS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and found out that she failed, his mum &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;caned her and scolded her when it was revealed that another girl named Sophia (one of Crystal's best friends) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;passed the test and was going to Primary 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE CANED A 9 YEAR OLD JUST BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T MANAGE TO SKIP PRIMARY 4 AND ADVANCE TO PRIMARY 5!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Hello??!!?? Aunty, your daughter was only 9 years-old!! You don't beat a 9 year-old for not having a 11 year-old brain!!*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to think of it, I don't think she has a brain to think for others. It's always all about herself.. *&lt;em&gt;A pirated and remixed version of McFly's "All About You", renamed &lt;strong&gt;"ALL ABOUT ME, ME &amp; ME"&lt;/strong&gt; playing in the background&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in secondary school, this same friend and I were in the same form for 5 years continuously. We were still close to each other, but he stopped telling me things about his mum. And yet, I always get to hear things about his &lt;strong&gt;"ideal"&lt;/strong&gt; mum from other people. How true are they, I don't know....but there were a few things that I know is relevant and they happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The X-Files of Aunty "IDEAL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Case&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- His mum refuses to tell people her age. If her children tell others, they will "kena" (be given punishment) from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth meter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 100%. This is true cos he told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - She told people she keep her wrinkle-free face and hands and good figure by doing house chores like mopping the floor with her hands and a piece of rag instead of mop and she handwashes her family members' clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth meter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 30% or less. Hello?? Her hand is wrinkle-free weh..like baby's. Does it make sense to you when she says she mop her house with her hands and have them stay WRINKLE-FREE? And I tell you, hand washed clothes don't fade that badly. Her kids clothes fade FREAKING BADLY!! And I can tell you she's more than 40..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - She's hiding her children from their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Truth meter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 100% or more!!! &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS SO SO BLOODY FREAKING TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;... I don't know where my friend is. The same goes with her older sister. She is totally cut off from communication with her secondary school friends and none of them know whether she's dead or alive. Her mum told others that her daughter is in UMS..Even when my family spotted her daughter boarding a bus to Kedah and later found her face as a model for her college's brochure.(I was offered by the medical school. Yeah i know...me..DOCTOR?? I'd end up drugging people.That's why im still in TARC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOT MUM&lt;/span&gt; went to my secondary school last year when SPM results were out and started asking everybody this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, how many As you get?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"4As"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Oh...nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; la. W**C**** also didnt do well. He only had 10As.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Eh..How many As you get ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Aunty...I have 10 As."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Wah, so good ar your results. W** C**** also got 10 o~!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see la...you see...Got this kind of people one ar!!Luckily she didn't ask me. I was seriously not in the mood. She might end up getting a bash from me. Imagine saying her son's not good and very good at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth meter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 100% definitely true. &lt;strong&gt;I WAS THERE WHEN IT HAPPENED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- SPM result day too. Have this friend, John, who went overseas before result was out. He was from the same church as my best friend, Evelyn. So the night before, John's parents called up Eve to ask her to help John take his results and passed it to them at the church service later that night. So when we reached school the next day, Evelyn was shocked that John's results has already been taken!! After some investigation, we realised that Aunty told my form teacher that John's parents asked her to take for John...And we always knew she never really liked John coz John was doing better than his son eventhough his son and John were equally very playful. John did better in SPM by the way...wahahaha... &lt;strong&gt;*HAPPY*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth meter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 100% true. &lt;strong&gt;I WAS THERE TOO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - The day after my friend's older sister's SPM result. His mum went earlier to get her result for her. She was one of the best and her mum thought she was the best. She went home feeling &lt;em&gt;'syiok'&lt;/em&gt; until she heard that another girl obtained &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As than her daughter&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;*Imagine her stunned face, MAN!!!*&lt;/em&gt; So the next day, she went to the school's office and asked to see the other girl's profile and asked for her name. Of course the office-boy didn't give her as these were all very Private and Confidential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth meter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - 100% or more. My mum teaches in this school. And she was there when it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her kids grew up to be perfectionist and when I say they are, they are practising it on the extreme. Crystal took part in Public Speaking and she lost. She starved herself for one whole day and refused to come out of her room. And the youngest one became slightly rebellious and had a gangster for a boyfriend when she was 13. Out of all, I think my friend and her elder sister are the ones doing slightly better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So you see...we are the ones who are always creating all the trouble. Stop comparing your kids or yourself with other people and this shall put a stop to all the pressure you're giving your kids or yourself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;According to my dictionary....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; test of proficiency or knowledge by knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; critical examination or trial of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a person's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a thing's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; qualities &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourselves..it's&lt;strong&gt; ONE&lt;/strong&gt; person's...not comparing...so don't compare no more!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: This is the lyrics for Aunty's "ALL ABOUT ME, ME &amp; ME". Only available at &lt;a href="http://www.phunkwithme.blogspot.com"&gt;www.phunkwithme.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about me, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about me~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday you asked me who's the most bee-oo-tee-fool,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I told you with a snarl, "It's all about me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you whispered in my ears and you said "Fat hope!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said I'd keep dreaming on and become senile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd prove to you how wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your perceptions are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'd beat the shit out of your ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to make you nod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUCH!! So say it out before I land my feet on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You better say it out now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it's all about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm the most beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about me...&lt;br /&gt;It's all about me...baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing till the end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-113793581457220024?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/113793581457220024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=113793581457220024&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113793581457220024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113793581457220024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/01/should-exam-be-abolished.html' title='ShouLd ExaM bE aBoLisHed??!?'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-113606735517536095</id><published>2006-01-01T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:15:59.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 is officially GONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..Time really flies..and boy does it fly like those NASA space rockets going on expeditions!I feel like I'm on some kind of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;GROWING MEDICINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" or something. Just seems like yesterday when I celebrated my 18th Birthday. Well, it's kind of like a bittersweet parting to 2005 for me. 2005 was the year I learnt the valuable lessons in life. It is also the year that gave me so much trouble and pain. I've had my fair share of laughter and tears, and no matter which one is it, both taught me to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was born on a bright sunny day.. &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt;..error..&lt;em&gt;Paiseh! &lt;/em&gt;Here we go!I learnt how to drive and obtained my driving license on the 14th. The same day, I did a major hairstyle change - I rebonded my ever-famous "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;MUSHROOM HEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I was working part-time in my eldest uncle's bakery. Learnt a lot about co-operation and patience. Dealing with customers is never easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in style..&lt;strong&gt;NOT!&lt;/strong&gt; It was just like any other simple and plain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After that, it was back to work again at Uncle's bakery. But I had my share of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BONUS&lt;/span&gt; salary!!&lt;em&gt;wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;toughest month I had in 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My SPM results came out on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which happens to be &lt;em&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;. I cried at least 5 times on my birthday. My results wasn't good. Actually it's bad. It was something I do not really wish to talk about, but this whole thing really made me realised that I could've done better if I had put in MORE effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the month where my parents decided to let me continue my studies in a private college. In that month, I had to run around asking about accomodation around this college that I'm going to attend. I finally made up my mind to take up a course which I really find interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kay Elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a place which looks very scary to me. My parents enrolled me into UTAR Foundation year. Although I'm doing a course under this private university, I have to do my Foundation year in TAR College. Met a whole new bunch of really really cool people during my orientation week. And I will always remember this buddy of mine, the first person I made friends with when I was here, who also happens to be my neighbour!!She's Brinda!!The ever-so-blur girl who never fails to make people laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June &amp; July 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took part in college debate. Got to know a very cool bunch of senior debaters who imparted their debating skills to us first year students! Managed to go to the semi-finals of inter-school rounds. Felt very proud that we managed to pull that far. All thanks to the very co-operative team members I had, Bear Bear and Amelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dance Dance Dance!!Had my co-curricular test and I passed!Thank God!!I'm really lousy at dancing. Then there was Inter-Campus Debate Finals! Got to know a few people whom I've grown quite close to now. These people really rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;October-December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of a new semester. Nothing much happened this semester except that I was loaded with assignments!!!I really thought I'd never finished them on time, but it turned out that I was wrong. Maybe lady luck is more on my side this semester...Hope so la.. Went home during Christmas, did some magic stuffs to my hair.Saw my lovely cats!!Miss them to bits. Cleaned my room and my desk at home. Then I saw a few old pictures which I would love to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/P1010151.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me after I did some 'magic' to my hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/dpsmall.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my ever lovely and sweet Disptick!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/mesmall.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;This is ME when I was around 2. Yeah..I Love Balloons..Which kid doesn't??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/tamjiak.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;~OMG!!I'm caught nibbling on satay~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/ahboy.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;That's my lil' brother, Kenneth when he used to be...errr..little..I guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this new beginning of a New Year, I just hope that everything I do will be smooth-sailing and loved ones will always be close and in good health! And by the way, I want to be more HARDWORKING...hardworking..not a bookworn though.. hey, maybe I'll look good as a dork... should I give it a try??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/1600/P1010156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/200/P1010156.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHAHA....I LOVE BOOKS!! SCARY??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr...Maybe NOT...I think I'll stick to just being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&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/18461704-113606735517536095?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/113606735517536095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=113606735517536095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113606735517536095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113606735517536095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-is-officially-gone.html' title='2005 is officially GONE!!'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-113580445355898202</id><published>2005-12-29T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:27:12.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost Over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;phew! &lt;/span&gt;it has been pretty long since i entered my own domain.feels like ages ago. life has been pretty well for me. in some ways, i feel im doing better than last semester, maybe because i've finally found ways to make myself comfortable with the surroundings. Things have been going nice lately..with lots of surprises popping up in my life..unexpected twists and turns, both in life and....love...let's just keep it simple with no questions asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;X'mas weekend&lt;/span&gt;...felt so nice to be home...at the same time, i felt bad as it was my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; trip home this semester!!i feel so unfilial. but the funniest and wackiest part was that nobody made a big fuss of me not going home, unlike last semester. i had a whole&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; episode with my mum because i went home&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; only 3 times&lt;/span&gt; last semester. actually im &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; that bad this semester..i did went back to johor, just that i didn't go HOME...instead, i went to my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;grandmother's place in Batu Pahat&lt;/span&gt;. then mum and dad decided to drop by in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Kay Elle&lt;/span&gt; to visit me.. so that explains why i didn't get the chance to go home...when i really really wanted to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here's a brief diary of what i did when i was home for three days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Friday, 23rd December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://kenjinoiz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fetched us(Brinda, Ting Wei, Hui Fang and i) to our destinations. Ting Wei and Brinda stopped at Masjid Jamek LRT station to take a ride to KL Sentral. Hui Fang and I stopped at Pudu Station to catch our &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5.30pm bus&lt;/span&gt;. Although we left Setapak at 4.30pm, we arrived at Pudu at 5.25pm as there was a traffic congestion somewhere in the big and majestic Kay Elle city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;5.28pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Met up with another friend, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt; aka my best friend, in Pudu Platform 3. Poor girl had been sitting there since 4.50pm waiting for Hui Fang and I. She looked weak and pale as she was down with food poisoning. We then proceeded to Platform 1 to catch our 5.30pm &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Mxxxxx Sxxx&lt;/span&gt;(i don't wish to be sued!!) bus which was very &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"efficient"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;6pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Not a single &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; colour bus in sight. we were told to wait for our &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/span&gt; bus when we &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;nearly boarded a 4.30pm bus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;which came at 5.45pm&lt;/span&gt;. So we waited...and waited...and waited... in a sea full of people and fumes...eeeww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; STILL&lt;/span&gt; not a single red bus in sight. Saw another friend from hometown who came to catch her 6.30pm bus from the same company. told her our plight.she was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;7pm&lt;/span&gt; - bus finally came and left the station at 7.15pm. we reached Pontian at 12.45am, Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Saturday, 24th December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;- Dad,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"The alarm Clock"&lt;/span&gt;, woke sis and i up. Dragged myself to the bathroom to bathe and went out for breakfast with my family. had a nice chat with dad and mum. Felt nice to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;11am&lt;/span&gt; - went to the hairdresser's with sis. She dyed her hair while i rebonded mine. I looked so different now...Mum said i look like &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pontianak&lt;/span&gt;..i say i always have been a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;"Pontian-anak"&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/span&gt; - Mum and sis started &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;"Sushi Operation"&lt;/span&gt;...we made sushi on our own.I think im the worst among the 3 ladies in the house. My sushi looks more like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Sai-shi"&lt;/span&gt;...u know what&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;"sai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means..i dont have to explain and neither do i WANT to explain what it is...In the end, sis made all of them while Kenneth and I ate the most...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;6.45pm&lt;/span&gt; - left home for &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;gelang patah black pepper crabs&lt;/span&gt;(any singaporeans will know about this place!!). Reached there around 45minutes later. Was told that there wasnt anymore crabs. So we ordered a few other dishes instead. After dinner, we drove to Jusco Taman Universiti, Skudai to shop. They were having &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;X'mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Sales&lt;/span&gt;...so everything was extra cheap, downright to those expensive elegant satin princess gowns!! had a kind of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;orange frenzy&lt;/span&gt; that day. Bought &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;one orange BUM Equipment jacket, one Orange Mizuno Polo-T, one Orange Cardigan and one set of orange undergraments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt; - reached home. went to bathe and went online for a while. "Interview With The Pontianak" was conducted by mum and sis...Me aka Pontianak, was asked a few very P&amp;C questions. After a gruelling 15-30 minutes, i was finally able to go to bed in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Sunday, 25th December 2005 (Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;10am&lt;/span&gt;- Woke up. Got dressed and went out for breakfast with family. After that, helped mum with some house chores and played with the cats.Oh gosh, how much i miss them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/span&gt;- met up with my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;bestest friend, Kailin&lt;/span&gt;. hung out in KFC till 6.15pm. She sent me to Church. met my old friends there. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Johnathan, Bernard, Burton, Marissa, Qiang Lin, Indran&lt;/span&gt; and tons more...had a small chat and was bombarded by the future doctor Johnathan. What did he say? well...sumthing about my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sakai&lt;/span&gt; hairdo...which i prefer to be left "unexposed"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;7.15pm&lt;/span&gt; - dad picked me up from church and we went home. Mum cooked a sumptous meal - Black Pepper Fish Fillet. shared with sis as i had a heavy meal at KFC before i went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;10pm onwards&lt;/span&gt; - sat in front of the tv watching &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; with mum and sis. "Interview With The Pontianak Part II" was conducted by Mdm. Sally Yeo and Ms. Janice Ho. Questions were kept P&amp;C according to Ms. Pontianak's wishes. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;Monday, 26th December 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;10 am&lt;/span&gt; - woke up and went for &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Bak Kut Teh"&lt;/span&gt; at 11am. Damn NICE... Ate quite a lot. Packed my luggage and double-checked the things that i was supposed to bring back to Kay Elle. My bus is at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;1.45pm&lt;/span&gt;- left home. Dad, Mum, Sis and Ken sent me to the bus station. This time, we didnt take the Mxxxxx Sxxx bus as the tickets for that company had sold out. So we took another company's bus. Left Pontian at 2.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda sad to have to leave home so soon. The next trip home will be during CNY...sigh...it's so long from now..but im looking forward to celebrating it....and some friends might be coming over too~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Semester's ending pretty soon. Time really flies. It's been like more than half a year since i came to college.Exam's coming soon... and it's in CNY's in between exams!!! &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Si beh suay&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;... and 2nd semester's almost over...wonder what's in store next semester for me... *mind wandering off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-113580445355898202?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/113580445355898202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=113580445355898202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113580445355898202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113580445355898202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost Over..'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-113286286003894107</id><published>2005-11-25T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:57:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "aSs"-iGnMeNts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;PheWwW!! It has been a while since I last set my fingers on the keyboard to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;..What a record &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;?? Considering the fact that i've been blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTIVELY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;for the past few months.What an achievement!What a feat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;anyway, cut the long story short a.k.a. cut the crap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;I was loaded with assignments. That might explained my absence from blogspot. Tons of assignments came at one shot. And as if the assignments weren't killers, there were presentations to be conducted for almost each and every one of my subjects. Bahasa Malaysia, English for Communication, Public Speaking, Introduction to Arts, Management Studies and Computer Studies. Worse still, Computer Studies has 3 Assignments and i've just completed 2 of them.The 3rd one has to be handed up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;week 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;sigh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;It's already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;week 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;...next week will the 8th week im here...and exam's like on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;week 14th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;HELP!!!i really need to study now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Some of the assignments are pretty cool though...Hey, at least i got praises for my effort..Like Public Speaking for instance...i loathe this subject.Why? Mainly because of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She-who-must-not-be-named"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;...my lecturer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;She's a pain in the A**..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;really...Her expectations are higher than the sky, and she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANTS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;you to meet her requirements...and each and every of her tutorial just freaks me out...Why again? Because she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fails to screw someone's a** each time we enter her class. The 2nd tutorial with her, she already made a girl cry&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;... I know she's a very good public-speaker and a very nice lady&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;only-&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;...but somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;i just loathe her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;. Maybe it's the way she tries so hard to speak the language with that kind of American or British or Australian slang?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Aiya..whatever-lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;! The way she speaks just gets on my nerves.But as much as i loathe this subject and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"she-who-must-not-be-named"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;, i still try my best to do well in my presentation...and the effort was paid-off. The other 2 presentations for English and Management Studies weren't that bad either. As for Arts, my lecturer only said one word-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;" and it was satisfying enough for me...!!I didnt expect her to say that in the very first place. I went unprepared...and just spoke off-hand.It was a good thing i didnt mess up the whole thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Well, here's another assignment that i think i should share..It's one of my Art assignments..and we were asked to do a sketch of ourselves. A sketch?? I am a very bad artist, i must say. When i heard that, i almost freaked out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA DO A SKETCH OF MYSELF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;I cant even draw a butterfly!! So the whole drama begin and i started telling almost everyone i see about this. And thankfully, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" href="http://kenjinoiz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt; came up with an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, why you so &lt;strong&gt;kan-cheong&lt;/strong&gt;?Don't worry-&lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt;! I help you. You know what's COMPUTER right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;"What do you mean? Of course i know-&lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;"We edit your picture and made it look like a sketch. Then you over-sketch on the orinted version-&lt;strong&gt;lo&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wah...like that also can? You sure it won't look fake-&lt;strong&gt;meh&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry.Trust me! My sister did that for her Arts before. Got&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt; some more &lt;strong&gt;ar&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;"Really &lt;strong&gt;ar&lt;/strong&gt;?? Ok-&lt;strong&gt;lor&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;So that was basically how it all began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;halfway through the initial plan, we faced a huge problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;The A3 sized drawing block is too big for the printer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;So we ended up having my picture printed on a piece of A4 sized paper...and with improvisation,I took a transparent plastic file, placed it across two tables (creating some kind of bridge), and with the help of a table lamp shining under the file, i could see the sketch on A4 paper clearly with my drawing block placed on top of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;So, you must be wondering how everything looked like...here we go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;This is the Original picture im supposed to draw... yeah i know...my head looks big..but i have no choice...this is the best picture i could get!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/me.0.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And here's the sketch done by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; Adobe Photoshop CS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/Image%28777%29.0.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;ta-da!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;This is what i managed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;draw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;hehehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8025/1466/320/Image%28775%29.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;COMPUTERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;WONDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;FREAKIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;PS: Thanks to&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kenjinoiz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BriLLiaNt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;idea..and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)" href="http://nonhalal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt; for letting me use his table-lamp and printer...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-113286286003894107?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/113286286003894107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=113286286003894107&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113286286003894107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113286286003894107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-ass-ignments.html' title='My &quot;aSs&quot;-iGnMeNts...'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18461704.post-113094538085948930</id><published>2005-11-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:36:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New HoMe!!</title><content type='html'>well well...here i am with my new blog!!hmm..kinda busy these days...stuck with all my assignments...have to finish them before next week!!arghhhh!!!gawd help me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18461704-113094538085948930?l=phunkwithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/feeds/113094538085948930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18461704&amp;postID=113094538085948930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113094538085948930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18461704/posts/default/113094538085948930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phunkwithme.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-home.html' title='New HoMe!!'/><author><name>~*LiVe.LiFe.Co0L^%</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15078006972179973485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/kenji_NOIZ/blackme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
