tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85742709065832038202024-03-14T01:18:32.135-07:00My Side of The StorySuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-16799240059670334312011-09-10T08:23:00.000-07:002011-09-10T08:31:22.437-07:00StudyingEverything I'm learning now is really new to me..<div>I'm not picking up a book and reading anything that I don't understand.</div><div>I feel bad when this happens but I don't know why I hate reading!</div><div>Give me a horror story book to read and I can't seem to put it down</div><div>but give me Anatomy and Physiology and I yawn the moment I open the book</div><div>Fuck this!</div><div>I really wanna try to do this.. </div><div>I hate changes I guess.</div><div>New thing freak me out!</div><div>It's not like in a few years I WILL read those book,</div><div>actually by that time it would be too late. </div><div>DARN!</div><div>I REALLY NEED TO BE STUDYING!</div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-1118389131460780382011-08-21T02:03:00.000-07:002011-08-21T02:08:30.799-07:00Forgiving.I want to forgive and try to forget things that people have done to me.<div>Its not that I don't want to but its hard.</div><div>Sure, people say its hard for everyone too but how can I see other people forgive easier than me?</div><div>Am I like a cold person or something?</div><div>Or are people pretending to get along??</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Someone wise once said</div><div>"Stupids never forgive or forger, naives forgive and forgets but wise people forgive but never forgets" </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Should I follow this?</div><div>
<br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-42253482236859352302011-06-23T04:41:00.000-07:002011-06-23T04:44:29.999-07:00II really dont deserve the way you treat me.<div>I mean, come on.. You think everyone is as nice as I am.</div><div>I AM NOT A TOY! </div><div>I feel fucking retarded for being nice.</div><div>I am nice but there is a limit ok.</div><div>I am gonna scream or kill something right now!</div><div><br /></div><div>FUCK!!!!!!</div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-7591081437197314022011-06-15T19:34:00.000-07:002011-06-15T19:52:44.167-07:00X-Men: First Class<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw42jiUrki4/TflsgO_8DbI/AAAAAAAAARI/NKTCq8y6HTg/s1600/1219-x-men-first-class-2011-ts-800mb-x264-faku.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tw42jiUrki4/TflsgO_8DbI/AAAAAAAAARI/NKTCq8y6HTg/s320/1219-x-men-first-class-2011-ts-800mb-x264-faku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618641311159291314" /></a> X-Men: First Class was NOT one of the movie that i wanted to watch in cinemas.. I have to admit i didn't really want to watch it at all, but I had to cause I went to watch movie with Lett and all the other movies are worst (meaning I REALLY didnt want to watch them).<div><br /></div><div> Lett wanted to watch X-Men and James McAvoy is in it so i just went along with it.. Best decision ever! If you ever didn't understand why they were called X-Men and how they came up with the name e.g. Prof X, Magneto, M</div><div>ystique.. This movie will have the answer although the reason it lame.. No offence.. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't wanna give spoilers but I will say this.. X-Men: First Class is a MUST watch movie!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>James McAvoy is Hot!!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSlQN32zj4Q/Tfluspd21TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QMmGHsKm3RM/s320/x-men-first-class-cast-large-01.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618643723445785906" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The cast of X-Men : First Class!!!</div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-84112219999036825262011-06-12T22:44:00.000-07:002011-06-12T22:54:44.498-07:00Two sides?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>There is always two sides to a story right? Heard it like a million times but what are those side? <div><br /></div><div>The way that we remember it and the way it actually happened..</div><div><br /></div><div>People like to think that they know something when what they know is what they want to know and see..</div><div>It all comes down to who you are.. Its something like psychology.. </div><div>Think about it, ask a friend something that happened a few years ago..</div><div>Somethings might be blurry but you know that main thing that happened and you friend might remember it differently. Its not that you forgot nor your friend but you remember what you WANT to remember thats all.. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aD1lU7Qvgn8/TfWltc9ppLI/AAAAAAAAARA/q0vkEyOoqSY/s320/Two-sides-of-a-coin.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617578310502032562" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Love or Hate? </div><div>Its true though, two sides to every story..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>P/S I really want the T=shirt!</div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-19213317060366511582011-02-12T23:46:00.000-08:002011-02-13T00:06:31.411-08:00Saw VII: The Final Chapter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjkLkj0YNws/TVeMhANCFTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qOOBuOjqksc/s1600/saw%2B7.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjkLkj0YNws/TVeMhANCFTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qOOBuOjqksc/s320/saw%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573077562512512306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjkLkj0YNws/TVeMhANCFTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qOOBuOjqksc/s1600/saw%2B7.jpg"></a><u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); ">It</u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; "><b> was gruesome!!</b></span><br />The most gruesome one of all i think.. for me of course. =)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I mean when you think he died and all this would end,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">all of a sudden some apprentice comes up and continues Jigsaw's legacy..</div><div style="text-align: left;">You would know if you have watched the other movies..</div><div style="text-align: left;">But i wonder why is this in 3D?</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, the movie was awesome!</div><div style="text-align: left;">WARNING!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">NOT FOR PREGNANT WOMEN OR WEAK HEARTED PEOPLE</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But sadly this is the end.. They said so.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The final chapter but I wouldn't be surprised if there is a SAW 8.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ta-Da.. BOOM.. The New Ending.. hahaha..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The ending was like a WTF moment for me..</div><div style="text-align: left;">I mean its OK, I was wonder how much or how far can a guy think for the future?</div><div style="text-align: left;">What would or wouldn't happen?</div><div style="text-align: left;">What could or counldn't happen?</div><div style="text-align: left;">What might go wrong in the process?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have a new respect for John Cramer..</div><div style="text-align: left;">But Hoffman is full of shit!</div><div style="text-align: left;">In all Jigsaw's traps, one could actually escape.</div><div style="text-align: left;">He made them(the players) realize the meaning of life i suppose.</div><div style="text-align: left;">The game made you realize that you should be a better person in life.</div><div style="text-align: left;">But Amanda and Hoffman are ruining the whole aspect of Jigsaw's games.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She thinks that she can make traps without the escapes? (Amanda)</div><div style="text-align: left;">He thinks that he can just go on killing people that knows about him? (Hoffman)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, karma is a bitch!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-53964292315850183962011-02-05T07:45:00.000-08:002011-02-05T07:53:50.914-08:00mistakesDo you regret making a mistake in the past?<div>Or are you more afraid to make them now?</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel and its also true that people tend to make mistake.</div><div>Whether they have made it before or it was their first time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have made TONNES of mistake in my life that i regret</div><div>but if you are still dwelling in the mistakes from the past </div><div>how are you going to LEARN?</div><div><br /></div><div>Mistakes are another teacher </div><div>but this teacher actually teach you about life</div><div>or does it??</div><div><br /></div><div>These are a few quotes that I like about mistakes</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "><p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom. ~Phyllis Theroux, <i>Night Lights</i></span></i></span></p><p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i></i></span></i>The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one. ~Elbert Hubbard, <i>The Note Book</i></span></p></span></div><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-76688731894070811502011-01-01T09:17:00.000-08:002011-01-02T06:33:26.367-08:002011<span class="Apple-style-span" >Well, here we are...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Its another year and I'm getting older.. DAMN!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So anyways,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I had yet again another fun new year with</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >my awesome friends..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You know who u are..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lett, Pavit, Ro, Ti Nee and Dave(who got back from Thai)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thanks alot for the fun times...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The screaming and the jukebox car.. hahaha..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I'll never forget it..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >It was awesome..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-74027673804490499402010-12-25T23:04:00.002-08:002010-12-25T23:24:48.641-08:002010What did you do this year?<div style="text-align: left;">.</div><div style="text-align: left;">.</div><div style="text-align: left;">.</div><div style="text-align: left;">.</div><div style="text-align: left;">.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Have u thought about it?</div><div>Was is good or bad?</div><div>Naughty or nice?</div><div><br /></div><div>Wanna hear about mine?</div><div><br /></div><div>I had the most awesomest new year this year...</div><div>The starting of 2010 was amazing..</div><div>but sadly i cannot say the same for the rest of the year..</div><div>This was the year </div><div>I worked,</div><div>I went to kl to study,</div><div>I crying for hours and days,</div><div>I been a loner in class,</div><div>I hated my life,</div><div>I hated KL,</div><div>I only had hated in my mind for a while,</div><div>OH! I can believe all this happened in a few months in college...</div><div><br /></div><div>I won't say all was bad..</div><div>I made a few close friends..</div><div>Vinitha, Helene, Daarsh..</div><div>and lots of other friends..</div><div><br /></div><div>I also made very little enemies..</div><div>I mean I would not call it <span class="Apple-style-span">ENEMIES!!</span></div><div>That's too much, all I wanna say is</div><div>I understand people a bit better.</div><div>I know for now who my friends are..</div><div><br /></div><div>I know now that people do not also</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">say </span>what they <span class="Apple-style-span">mean</span>..</div><div><br /></div><div>How come you can say it if you actually mean it </div><div>but say otherwise??</div><div>How do you say things behind a person's back</div><div>but can talk to them like you were best friends??</div><div>I mean isn't that being hypocritical??</div><div><br /></div><div>I love my friends for sure!!</div><div>I know that whatever misunderstandings we</div><div>might have, we can solve it..</div><div><br /></div><div>All in all a ok year..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-38663330568430241142010-12-25T23:04:00.000-08:002010-12-25T23:23:04.453-08:00What did you do this year?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Have u thought about it?</div><div>Was is good or bad?</div><div>Naughty or nice?</div><div><br /></div><div>Wanna hear about mine?</div><div><br /></div><div>I had the most awesomest new year this year...</div><div>The starting of 2010 was amazing..</div><div>but sadly i cannot say the same for the rest of the year..</div><div>This was the year </div><div>I worked,</div><div>I went to kl to study,</div><div>I crying for hours and days,</div><div>I been a loner in class,</div><div>I hated my life,</div><div>I hated KL,</div><div>I only had hated in my mind for a while,</div><div>OH! I can believe all this happened in a few months in college...</div><div><br /></div><div>I won't say all was bad..</div><div>I made a few close friends..</div><div>Vinitha, Helene, Daarsh..</div><div>and lots of other friends..</div><div><br /></div><div>I also made very little enemies..</div><div>I mean I would not call it <span class="Apple-style-span" >ENEMIES!!</span></div><div>That's too much, all I wanna say is</div><div>I understand people a bit better.</div><div>I know for now who my friends are..</div><div><br /></div><div>I know now that people do not also</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >say </span>what they <span class="Apple-style-span" >mean</span>..</div><div><br /></div><div>How come you can say it if you actually mean it </div><div>but say otherwise??</div><div>How do you say things behind a person's back</div><div>but can talk to them like you were best friends??</div><div>I mean isn't that being hypocritical??</div><div><br /></div><div>I love my friends for sure!!</div><div>I know that whatever misunderstandings we</div><div>might have, we can solve it..</div><div><br /></div><div>All in all a ok year..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-33803064371949426482010-12-05T07:30:00.000-08:002010-12-05T07:37:03.164-08:00missed out... DAMN!I just missed out a chance to go to the Jazz Festival <div>and to watch Hydra at Hard Rock!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel so sad..</div><div>Actually I <span class="Apple-style-span" >felt</span> sad..</div><div>I am no longer sad cause </div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I still get to watch hydra on <span class="Apple-style-span" >new year's eve</span>!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>YAY!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not soooooo sad that i didnt get to go to the Jazz festival </div><div>cause, even if I am in Penang,</div><div>still I'm not sure that my mom will let me go..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-87619229275961552512010-12-01T03:22:00.000-08:002010-12-01T03:29:44.731-08:00CopiedI wanted to die today..<div>well, i want to die almost everyday so...</div><div>but today was for the physics test..</div><div>i was like soo feaking blur..</div><div> i mean yeah i studied like glancing through but </div><div>u know, not REALLY study..</div><div><br /></div><div>I try to copy my friend,</div><div>he is like the smartest guy in my class but</div><div>his handwriting is so small...</div><div>Now that is not a good thing when u wanna copy..</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not proud of what i did,</div><div>I think people who are reading this </div><div>should never try this although i know</div><div>you have already tried it.. =)</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't lie to yourself..</div><div>STUDY HARD..</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to take my own words..</div><div><br /></div><div>I HAVE TO STUDY!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>moral: do not copy in test..</div><div>SHIT!</div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-80757506805639859822010-11-29T01:45:00.000-08:002010-11-29T01:54:11.863-08:00TestTest is in a couple of days..<div>Physic test!!!</div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like dying cause obviously i never pay any attention to whatsoever </div><div>the lecturer is crapping about(no offence)</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean like what the hell do you want me to when the</div><div>lecturer is soooooo freaking boring..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>ITS NOT MY FAULT..</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>anyways..</div><div>wish me luck or hope that i can copy someone really smart!</div></div></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-41194748826885381512010-10-05T20:51:00.000-07:002010-10-06T00:19:08.513-07:00IT Class<div>The most interesting class in my foundation classes..<br />DAMN<br />Awesomely...</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524777259945180674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TKvzpXowPgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aY3ShJVDErQ/s320/l.jpg" /></div><div>THE END..</div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-31067698882161246262010-09-18T00:11:00.000-07:002010-09-18T00:18:37.859-07:00Penang!!!!!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">i had an awesome time in penang..</div><div style="text-align: center;">not considering some problems with friends which was a wreak..</div><div style="text-align: center;">DAMN!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I went out for almost everyday..</div><div style="text-align: center;">with Lett, Patt, Gay, Ro and Pavit when she came back la..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmivKv1rI/AAAAAAAAANw/oY_OdVItTko/s1600/DSC00693.JPG"><br /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmiWWGjBI/AAAAAAAAANo/WrvXWf-8w2k/s1600/DSC00692.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmiWWGjBI/AAAAAAAAANo/WrvXWf-8w2k/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518148183735569426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmiOZ_VfI/AAAAAAAAANg/D8H3yDvn9fc/s1600/DSC00683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmiOZ_VfI/AAAAAAAAANg/D8H3yDvn9fc/s320/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518148181604390386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmhsdXhZI/AAAAAAAAANY/DMZtVSOY0Mw/s1600/DSC00686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TJRmhsdXhZI/AAAAAAAAANY/DMZtVSOY0Mw/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518148172491752850" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-34713573607485119072010-08-31T09:15:00.000-07:002010-08-31T09:18:53.362-07:00Sacrasm<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>its a funny thing actually<div><br /><div>i love it but some just don't get it..</div><div><br /></div><div>What do they expect when the ask an obvious or a lame ass question..</div><div><br /></div><div>so this is to the people who look down on sarcastic people!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/TH0rFuvphjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BfmSY54EGCA/s320/sacractic.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511608896418580018" /></div><div><br /></div></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-84500190265180436652010-08-31T08:12:00.000-07:002010-08-31T08:23:54.031-07:00MERDEKA!! (X7)<div style="text-align: left;">AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">(f.y.i, i was talking about my friend's birthday that we celebrated in Picaddily's not merdeka)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today i thought since i had holiday like so many other people,</div><div style="text-align: left;">i wanted to go watch Step Up 3D..</div><div style="text-align: left;">But I called Sean and he said we will go to watch the movie in Penang,</div><div style="text-align: left;">so i cancelled the plan la..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So much for Merdeka holiday..</div><div style="text-align: left;">i feel NOTHING!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm in KUALA LUMPUR for crying out loud..</div><div style="text-align: left;">Its the capital city but NOTHING..</div><div style="text-align: left;">WTF??</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-25600996646436125692010-05-19T00:06:00.000-07:002010-05-19T00:33:26.900-07:001ST MONTHOh my freakin' god...<br />Was is the worst day of my life when my parents sent me to the hostel after registering me to Mahsa University College???<br />YES!!!<br /><br />But what to do? i brought it to myself.. I wanted to come here so bad... It was only because i thought staying away would make me miss penang and appreciate it more.. and it did...<br />I also wanted the freedom which i will never get back home...<br />The thing is, i wanted the freedom so badly before but when i got it, i realize i have no one beside me go use it with.. All my best friends are in Penang..<br /><br />Thank god i have Charlotte here and made a few friends, Liza Yvette, Melvinder...<br /><br />Now, all i do is go to college which is btw far from my hostel...<br />i have to get up at 6.45a.m and get ready for the 7.45 bus which reaches the college at around 8.15a.m for my 9.00A.M CLASS!!<br />Even if i don't have class that morning, i still would have to go the same time cause the bus service stops at 8.30a.m... Fuck this shit...<br /><br />Only once in a while I get to go out with Char cause she wanted to go to the gym in Midvalley...<br /> I went to see Gay the other day..<br />I went with Liza cause she needed to get a handbag and perfume..<br />later i'm going with Liza again, not sure to get what?<br /><br />I mean the hostel place suck... i have to say that... nothing about except a KFC...<br />I'm telling you, the KFC likes me too much.. It was there in BATU FERRINGI(I MISS IT)<br />and it is also her..<br /><br />Neither KL's food nor KL's people are nice..<br />The food can never be compared to Penang's food..<br />The people here are fucking stuck up...<br />of course i'm talking about the majority, there are a few.. i mean a few people that are nice..<br /><br />to be continued...Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-19223422689808526342009-08-29T07:40:00.000-07:002009-08-29T07:49:58.461-07:00The Hard Rock Hotel Penang<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_DpbR7JI/AAAAAAAAALE/tD6mEStAInE/s1600-h/27-08-09_2227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396962135829650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_DpbR7JI/AAAAAAAAALE/tD6mEStAInE/s320/27-08-09_2227.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_DIdsbqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TJ4KYy0yGJU/s1600-h/27-08-09_2226.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396953287585442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_DIdsbqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TJ4KYy0yGJU/s320/27-08-09_2226.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_CmwhBfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ul9aylLMWQg/s1600-h/27-08-09_2225.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396944239724018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_CmwhBfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ul9aylLMWQg/s320/27-08-09_2225.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_COJoLFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BAUcFN-Xa9U/s1600-h/27-08-09_2224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396937634163794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_COJoLFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BAUcFN-Xa9U/s320/27-08-09_2224.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>THE RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS' GUITAR!!</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_B66ZL3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IhSYwmtmCBo/s1600-h/27-08-09_2223.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396932469993330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk_B66ZL3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IhSYwmtmCBo/s320/27-08-09_2223.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-hBMCZJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WUpKb3qgNh4/s1600-h/27-08-09_2222.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396367218926738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-hBMCZJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WUpKb3qgNh4/s320/27-08-09_2222.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-gg7PJFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DzXkY0E-JFo/s1600-h/27-08-09_2221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396358558524498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-gg7PJFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DzXkY0E-JFo/s320/27-08-09_2221.jpg" border="0" /></a>NO NEED 4 INTRODUCTION<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-gbRSHXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rWUNVUL6vp4/s1600-h/27-08-09_2220.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396357040381298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-gbRSHXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rWUNVUL6vp4/s320/27-08-09_2220.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-f26rcJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KRatBWTKMUk/s1600-h/27-08-09_2219.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396347281895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-f26rcJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KRatBWTKMUk/s320/27-08-09_2219.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-fjR3oFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MbKvrOlH-BA/s1600-h/27-08-09_2218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375396342010454098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/Spk-fjR3oFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MbKvrOlH-BA/s320/27-08-09_2218.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-78858416922319672732009-06-12T21:52:00.000-07:002009-06-13T01:04:41.781-07:00Beach Outing<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday started out boring ...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I woke up n went for tuition which by the way is very very very boring.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I was just waiting for the clock to strike 2 o'clock cause</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I asked Gaya, Lett and Pavit to come to my house</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">YAY!!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When they actually came, I was in my aunt's house... HAHA..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">They were waiting in front of my house while i was rushing to my house from my aunt's house...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we just sat in my house, watching TV, laughing about something that was really NOT funny...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My cheeks still hurt...haha..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we decided to go to the beach... So we went lah..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">On the way to the beach Pavit and Lett bought a bottle of Gin and Tonic,,,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It is not sooooo bad..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It only contains 6.3% of alcohol in it..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We were walking along the beach, we wanted to walk bare footed but </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">the sand was so freakin hot...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The gin and tonic was very refreshing for the hot sun..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We walked toward the Adventure Zone because Gaya wanted to see it..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When we saw what was inside, I couldn't stop laughing...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Its like the Adventure Zone is for children..HAHA..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After that, we walked along the beach again until</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lett had a idea that we should go on the banana boat...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was only RM10.. Its an ok price..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The uncle told us to sit down and discuss.. I think he made a mistake cause we took a VEEEEEEEEEEERY short while to decide...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We decided to go on it even if it looks not interesting...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We were sooo wrong..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Banana Boat was soo fun, we even screamed while we were on it...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I thanked Lett for suggesting this...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was like riding a horse and the water splashing on your face.. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HAHAHA... It was sooooooo much fun...</span></strong><br /></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When we got down from the banana boat, I fell in my knees, Lett almost fell on her face, I don't know how but Pavit fell on her back and her pants were all wet. Gaya was the only one who almost fell but didn't actually fall...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we took a picture <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346680479749505618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjM5kYL8AlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/30R0kMJYssg/s320/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" />with the life jackets..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we went back to my house and relax for a while...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I bought a cute small cake for Gaya cause I didn't get her anything for her birthday...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was a small birthday party sort of there..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was just enough for the four of us...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HAHA..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we watched The Nanny on Hallmark..</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was getting boring so we went to the beach to watch the sunset..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was so freakin beautiful</span></strong> ..</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We took a few pictures there...</span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346689232822197826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNBh37F3kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IPErHW3dVv4/s320/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346689604295562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNB3fxPk5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/P8HLP_hzkCE/s320/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346691501884431042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNDl81r2sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZTjYMORn_kw/s320/DSC02014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346692685833244162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNEq3ZFDgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/erQcb-MpwJw/s320/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346692692725738610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNErREYLHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/AzCdW1wn1Rc/s320/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346692684604282914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNEqy0EmCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/GNGP56VAi98/s320/DSC02015.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346692681220050962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SjNEqmNNUBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1SjVBBKExmI/s320/DSC02012.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lett msged Dave to join us for dinner in Long Beach</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So she met us on the way to Long Beach.. Not really, we waited for her to come fo her house.. We are good friends..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dave, Gaya and I ate sizziling noodle while Lett ate fish and chips.. Pavit ordered chapati which came to the table about 20 minutes later.. HAHA .. Pity her..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we shared LAME joke.. some wasn't even funny...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dave had this beach party to attend so she was off the the beach while we went for some DVD shopping..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pavit realized that she left her specs and phone in Long Beach, she went to get it.. I asked Lett to call Pavit's phone.. just to make sure lah..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The phone was switched off!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh my god, did someone like steal her phone and switched off her phone.. We were so scared and i don't even know why??</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We were so relived to see Pavit walking towards us with her phone..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SIGH.. what a relive..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then we wanted to crash the party Dave was attending.. So we went to the beach...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When we went there, we were in the middle of two things..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1. a group of people surrounding a bond fire shouting "Fucking..." and " Fuck you"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">2. a girl puking, half sleepy cause one of her clever friend gave her a shot when she gets drunk on beer...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We were too scared to go near the bond fire cause the people there are a bit scary and a lot drunk...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Later, we went to the main road to wait for Pavit's parent to pick her up..</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After that, Gaya, Lett and I went to 7-eleven to get some drinks(INNOCENT DRINKS)</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Nothing alcoholic..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-73579822902515729672009-06-08T23:08:00.000-07:002009-06-08T23:41:37.655-07:00Temple<strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Hmmm.. Yesterday was a really boring day..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I mean boring is better than going to tuition where i don't listen</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">to whatever the teacher is teaching..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I feel bad for my tution teachers.. haha</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ok , coming back to the previous topic..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was a sad boring day until my mom told me to get dressed</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">cause we were going to temple..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Anything is better than nothing right??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Then, we went to Air Itam Kaliaman Temple with my cousins..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This Sunday is the Firewalking Festival in the temple..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">So till then, everyday from last saturday, one family has to do this thing</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">where they have to sponser food for the night after they have finished </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">the prayers and all..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">It is a very good thing to do, so a lot of people really volunteer to do this</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Today(9/6/09) is my grandfather's (on my mother's side) family's turn..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My mom and her siblings always use my grandfather's name for all the temple stuff although they are the one who are paying for all the expences...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Firewalking Festival in Air Itam temple is very very huge..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I mean it is really big thing for people living there...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Where else can u see people willingly walking on fire..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ok, it is not exactly fire.. its actually really really hot burned coals,,,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Who in their sane mind would walk on burning fire??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Think about it...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">There will be alot of people coming to the temple from even 4 in the morning till 1 in the morning the next day..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sigh..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I wish I could stay u that late but sadly I have school the next day...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-32310568917039965192009-06-07T07:58:00.000-07:002009-06-07T08:26:25.026-07:00Dance<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Ok i know this is a bit too late but my friends and I rocked our school last day of school for the first semester... which is also known as our school's teacher's day.. WooOoHoOoOO.. it was actuall y lame but fun for the dancing part..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, if you want to know.. This would be the first time any of us(I think) </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">have ever perform on stage in our school...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This dance is Pavit's 3 years dream to perform in school..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We were so nervous, we started sweating like 1 week</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">before the actual dancing day..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">But we had exams, so it was soooooo visible..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We really worked really hard for this..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It was really the hard work of my 2 friends Gaya and Pavit..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The others worked hard too but some of us</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">were in playing mode during the practises...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">....(It was actually only me..HAHAHAHA) ....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We danced for a few songs continuously...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We started of with G-Slide by Lil Mama, then it was </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a song which i don't know the title to.. then it was </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Pokerface by Lady Gaga,then it was Soulja Boy by Soulja Boy,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">then it was Gaya's solo with Fatt, Leha, and Mira doing their '7'</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The end was the best part ever...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We danced for THRILLER by Michael Jackson...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This was the first time anyone had done Thriller in school..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">i think lah.. for 5 years i have never seen anyone doing it in school before...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It would have been a smooth dance if it wasn't for</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">that lame, retarded, freaking radio that my school has..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm so sorry because I cannot upload the video cause</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">i dont know how...haha.. lame...</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-37212772678647101432009-01-28T07:42:00.000-08:002009-01-28T08:35:41.693-08:00Chinese New Year Visit<div align="center">Today I went out today to Lett's house for Chinese New Year...</div><div align="center">It was a very fun day lorr..</div><div align="center">YY, Gaya, Prissie Ro also were there...</div><div align="center">But Gaya came late like around 4 or 5 or clock...</div><div align="center">Before Gaya came, all of us had our lunch at around 1 something lah...</div><div align="center">Then, we went jungle trekking...</div><div align="center">Hahaha...</div><div align="center">it wasn't actually jungle trekking, we walked down </div><div align="center">from Lett's house to the club house first...</div><div align="center">We saw a hot guy there, who lives here Lett's house and named him Rob...</div><div align="center">Hahaha...</div><div align="center">Lame right??</div><div align="center">I know...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Then we went down some more to go to an ice-cream shop...</div><div align="center">Its Cheng's aunt's shop...</div><div align="center">Going down and having ice-cream was fun but the down side of it</div><div align="center">was going up to Lett's house again...</div><div align="center">Oh my god</div><div align="center">Who ask her house to be sooooooo up there??</div><div align="center">I felt like my leg's are gonna come off...</div><div align="center">After that, we successfully made it to Lett's house and</div><div align="center">had cool and chilling 7-up revive...</div><div align="center">Awww...</div><div align="center">That was soooooooooooooooo nice....</div><div align="center">Then. Gaya came and we had lots of fun with her there...</div><div align="center">Suddenly YY's bro came and pick her up cause </div><div align="center">she had to attend a dinner thing...</div><br /><div align="center">Then there were 5 of us left...</div><div align="center">Lett's parents sent all of us to Bt Ferringgi, there were 2 cars...</div><div align="center">But before that we made a short stop at Gaya's house...</div><div align="center">Something happened there that i will never forget...EVER</div><div align="center">Lett's mom got out of the car and suddenly the car started moving in front...</div><div align="center">Oh dear god..</div><div align="center">I was soooo freaking scared cause i don't know what to do and</div><div align="center">which one was the brake paddle..</div><div align="center">Pris told me it the middle 1 and I quickly pressed it using my hand...</div><div align="center">My heart skipped a few beat at that time..</div><div align="center">Then, Lett's dad came in and pull the hand brake...</div><div align="center">At last all of us made it to Bt Ferringgi in one piece...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">All of us chat in my house until 7 something</div><div align="center">then we went DVD s<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SYCHznKEklI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OMWP35BvCOs/s1600-h/28-01-09_2002.jpg"></a>hopping...</div><div align="center">We ate our dinner which was served VERY fast...</div><div align="center">I was soooooo frustrated at that time lah...</div><div align="center">Then we went DVD shopping again but me and Prissie went to wait for the bus</div><div align="center">Then, Prissie went back d...</div><div align="center">Me, Ro, Lett and Gaya were looking at DVDs...</div><div align="center">We got confused because difrent ppl paid for each other for the DVDs...</div><div align="center">Lett was confused so we went to my house and explain everything...</div><div align="center">Finally, Lett's dad called and all of us went down...</div><div align="center">3 of them went back home...</div><div align="center">THE END</div><br /><div align="center"></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-62013768922347948002008-12-26T06:37:00.000-08:002008-12-29T06:27:47.707-08:00Shadow Kiss<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">Shadow Kiss</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh My God!!!</span></strong></div><a href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/40/6e/d71e81b0c8a037006d739110.L._SX150_.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/40/6e/d71e81b0c8a037006d739110.L._SX150_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><strong>I just love the book Shadow Kiss by Richelle Mead...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>The book was like nothing I have expected from her....</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>There were soooo mant twist in the book</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>The twist in the story was interesting as any of the books...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>It was very unexpected until the last page,</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>you can never really know what is gonna happen next....</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>I really love this book...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>I was really sad towards the end of the book...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>I still could not believe that the hot and hunk, Dimitri turn into a Strigoi...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>That was unbelieveable...</strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>I was terribly sad and depressed...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span></strong></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574270906583203820.post-78561633273840523802008-12-26T05:49:00.000-08:002008-12-26T06:31:31.417-08:0020th DEC...<div align="center"> <strong>So, 20th of Dec is my dad's birthday...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>but also it is my aunt's death day...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>isn't the depressing???</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">I went to my aunt's house for the prayers and all...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">after the prayers has ended,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">my cousin who also owns a bridal shop asked wheather </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">anyone of us wanted to put heena...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">i was the first one who volunteered..</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284105250081237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SVTpuoLeazI/AAAAAAAAADM/eqjYOMdVdO0/s320/20-12-08_1341.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><strong>Nice horr??</strong></p><p align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284105657055845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW9mkbnG1DM/SVTqGURyHGI/AAAAAAAAADU/tWXhjNZJOtM/s320/20-12-08_1427.jpg" border="0" /></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>this is the after product...</strong></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11072687861588512431noreply@blogger.com0