<?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-6460234722150146175</id><updated>2012-02-11T03:40:01.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating the little things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2669551663537681931</id><published>2011-03-06T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T06:07:32.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the movie, "Up"? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Apparently National Geographic built a lightweight house, attached 300 8 Feet tall balloons to it, and the house actually flew with people inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;The house supposedly flew 10 miles and landed safely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;:O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2669551663537681931?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2669551663537681931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2669551663537681931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2669551663537681931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2669551663537681931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2011/03/remember-movie-up-apparently-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2248121988140112086</id><published>2011-02-22T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:05:26.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS3</title><content type='html'>To whoever who finally sees this thing. Actually, I'm not surprised if someone reads this AFTER I come back from the concert. xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going for Super Junior's third concert!  Woot *Jumps around happily. xD*  Got a shock because the tickets(good seats) were sold out after 1 hour of being out online( I was not at home at that time) . *jaw drops*  Then about 6 pm the organisers released more batches of tickets because of the demands. Haha. I got the rock pitt. And boy, you have no idea of the fuss of purchasing the tix. The first night, my mom's OR dad's credit card couldn't go through. So I asked my bro to get it for me from KL. It was sold out. -.- Tried like so many times I could practically memorize my mom's card number already and finally got through.xD Jeez. So I was surfing the net for ss3 projects. And yea, there are different projects for different members. Just saw Kyu's project(they give out free banners) xD Was L5,L6 (which was sold out pretty early). Dang.  On the other hand, my rock pitt was supporting Sung min. =D (sung min banners) Haha. Just found out my part was sungmin's solo area. Nvm. Will support him. =D And no kidding, they have fan meetings to discuss stuff. Hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And haha. This year is a must go, because a few of them will be leaving for military services next year. (Not Kyu yet though) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are wma files for fanchants too. Wow. Hahah. And fan clubs are not kidding. xD Getting excited now. One more month..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was looking through fan account and HAD TO share this part. xD I seriously LOLed. About the aunties and uncles. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;ive had more eye contacts with heenim and yehsung then hyukjae even thouh i try my hardest to stare laser into his head T—–T&lt;br /&gt;he never looks at one place for more than 1second. and why do i hardly see the smile on his face reach his eyes? (kills unresponsive aunties and uncles) and i see him so wild on the other side!!! HYUKJAE T—-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;credits to blog owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2248121988140112086?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2248121988140112086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2248121988140112086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2248121988140112086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2248121988140112086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2011/02/ss3.html' title='SS3'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3552530864277145556</id><published>2010-11-24T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T03:42:33.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think people come here anymore. xD I must admit my blog haven't crossed my mind for months now although it sits right there with my bookmarks. College has been busy. I wonder if they planned it that way. For us having to pass something up every week. I just spent the last few weeks finishing assignments, tests, presentations, and yet the second onslaught continues. But the workload isn't that bad that I can't play my neopets. Yes, I'm still an active player there. They're having a plot there now. Where we solve puzzles and do all the stuff to save neopia(which is supposedly an earth-lookalike) So I'm kept very VERY busy busy. Not to mention everyone is coming back to Penang and ppl finishing their final test-except Tarcians. So I have to sacrifice a lil neopets time to go out. We have 2 hard tests coming up this week(tomorrow and the day after tomorrow actually). A presentation and a test next week. Two assignments to be passed up the week after that. Get the gist of what I'm saying? So I was just saying in the canteen just now, After the we pass up the assignments, week 12, we're finally freeeee. Then I go to class, and the lecturer says we have midterms at week 12. -.- Way to burst my bubble. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rant End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3552530864277145556?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3552530864277145556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3552530864277145556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3552530864277145556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3552530864277145556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-think-people-come-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3888273444828281619</id><published>2010-10-02T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:37:21.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long unintended hiatus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/TKd1u99omWI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lLVkbM47heM/s1600/month.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/TKd1u99omWI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lLVkbM47heM/s320/month.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523512917760711010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blog lies. In case you were too lazy to click the image. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has only been.. 3 months since my last post. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its normal? To stop updating your blog once you go into college? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause mostly everyone now updates their blog as often as me. Except.. probably Amelia. =D And Eunice's.. Who's blog I do not read cause its too... factual? Lol. My eyes are too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise I haven't posted anything college related in here yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Have other things already that occupy my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Tests practically each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I wanted to post about what happened but changed my mind when I got home. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarc.. is very.. mandarin-ish. Haha. Sabs, I know you said that to me. My friend and I, we agreed that our mandarin improved. Even by a bit. xD I speak to them like.. i change my language mid-sentence. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was hilarious at that time. Sent us in peals of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were eating in the college canteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: How to say "definitely" in mandarin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LN: "Ea Ting"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: So?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LN" Ea TING"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Eating cannot talk wan ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We stare at each other and my brain suddenly clicks. Ee Ting= Definitely in mandarin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I started laughing. Then she realised I thought she said she was eating and she laughed like mad.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Chia Yi came and sat down, "you two crazy already?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which of course, makes us laugh harder. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal college, some lecturers suck, some don't.Canteen food sucks. xD ok la. Bearable. I think its standard food. Unless the college has courses for culinary. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats the end of my post. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh. And something totally random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/TKd6VIDbyII/AAAAAAAABdY/5GM-46GM30s/s320/SNV30291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523517971350931586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching Kim Tak Goo(Korean show), then i was like.. Ooh, it looks like my clock! Then i looked at my clock and realised it was EXACTLY THE SAME TIME. =O I HAD to take a picture. I waited for the second hand to go to 45 though. And actually my clock was 4.16 AM, the movie was in the afternoon. =D Awesome right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my supply of chocs! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/TKd7pDqxM2I/AAAAAAAABdg/UMGqt4hSpys/s1600/SNV30346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/TKd7pDqxM2I/AAAAAAAABdg/UMGqt4hSpys/s320/SNV30346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523519413282747234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3888273444828281619?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3888273444828281619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3888273444828281619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3888273444828281619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3888273444828281619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-long-unintended-hiatus.html' title='After a long unintended hiatus...'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/TKd1u99omWI/AAAAAAAABdQ/lLVkbM47heM/s72-c/month.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5403961184107448951</id><published>2010-06-25T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:59:25.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a year..</title><content type='html'>I guess everyone is expecting this post from me right? I wanted to post last night, but was too exhausted. And I just came back, 20 minutes till the date is up, since early this morning so.. &lt;div&gt;Happy nearly belated death anniversary, Michael Jackson. I got commented on the last time i wrote about his one month one. As I said, I'm not celebrating the fact that he's dead. Its simply a remembrance of him. As a legacy, I guess he would never die, as his name is often spoken. Death is the next great adventure, etc. Its seems like just yesterday when I made people cry over him. xD Or me and Carmen watching his memorial in the middle of the night. Carmen, we should go sing your version of you are not alone in redbox one day. xD Blanket, Paris, And Prince looks like they're doing well. I saw a video in youtube of Blanket dancing and impersonating. So cute. xD And Eel said they're rich now, so. =D Earth lost a great soul. Hopefully he's happy.. Where ever he is now. To me, he's alive. Through his music. Yea, yea. I know, cliche, overrated line. Seriously. I'll just imagine he's still alive by watching his concerts. Carmen beat me in posting so, I'll just share a short paragraph of her post since her blog is private. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Going back 10 years ago when I was 8, I have been listening to his songs since then and I was so in love with him as I am still now. In love with his music, his voice, his dances and etc. And he is the only 'outsider' or someone on tv that I cried for when he left us on this very day last year when I was watching hs memorial service with my MJ fan-friend, I-Lyn. =) We purposely wake up and watch at 3am as it was a live broadcast. I really did cried at the end of the memorial because there and then, that very moment, my mind and my eyes convinced to me that he was really gone. And all those sentimental song of his made me choked and I had tears in my eyes when the other singers sang for him. 'I'll Be There' always remind me that he will never be there anymore even if we call his name, and yea... that is a really sad thing. *sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, writing my post here right now, I am also listening to his songs. AND sms-ing I-Lyn to share this wonderful moment with her. =) Time really does pass so fast. It feels like he was gone for only a few months and in a blink of an eye, it's already a year. I wonder how he would feel seeing that we were all celebrating this day for him. It shouldn't be a day to rejoice but in a way, playing his songs again sort of brought him back to life. I know I-Lyn will understand what I meant by that right? We just love him so much and he seems just so real now right? For today...Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;-Carmen's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Michael, you rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;And since I'm in a korean... Period.. I shall combine both. Super Junior ala Michael. Asimilasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAOIViFacFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAOIViFacFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4hXXs9yLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4hXXs9yLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;On the other hand, Super Junior having their 3rd concert. I'm so going this time!! WhOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5403961184107448951?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5403961184107448951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5403961184107448951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5403961184107448951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5403961184107448951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-year_25.html' title='Its been a year..'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-7490877514285524079</id><published>2010-06-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:58:41.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a year..</title><content type='html'>I guess everyone is expecting this post from me right? I wanted to post last night, but was too exhausted. And I just came back, 20 minutes till the date is up, since early this morning so.. &lt;div&gt;Happy nearly belated death anniversary, Michael Jackson. I got commented on the last time i wrote about his one month one. As I said, I'm not celebrating the fact that he's dead. Its simply a remembrance of him. As a legacy, I guess he would never die, as his name is often spoken. Death is the next great adventure, etc. Its seems like just yesterday when I made people cry over him. xD Or me and Carmen watching his memorial in the middle of the night. Carmen, we should go sing your version of you are not alone in redbox one day. xD Blanket, Paris, And Prince looks like they're doing well. I saw a video in youtube of Blanket dancing and impersonating. So cute. xD And Eel said they're rich now, so. =D Earth lost a great soul. Hopefully he's happy.. Where ever he is now. To me, he's alive. Through his music. Yea, yea. I know, cliche, overrated line. Seriously. I'll just imagine he's still alive by watching his concerts. Carmen beat me in posting so, I'll just share a short paragraph of her post since her blog is private. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Going back 10 years ago when I was 8, I have been listening to his songs since then and I was so in love with him as I am still now. In love with his music, his voice, his dances and etc. And he is the only 'outsider' or someone on tv that I cried for when he left us on this very day last year when I was watching hs memorial service with my MJ fan-friend, I-Lyn. =) We purposely wake up and watch at 3am as it was a live broadcast. I really did cried at the end of the memorial because there and then, that very moment, my mind and my eyes convinced to me that he was really gone. And all those sentimental song of his made me choked and I had tears in my eyes when the other singers sang for him. 'I'll Be There' always remind me that he will never be there anymore even if we call his name, and yea... that is a really sad thing. *sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, writing my post here right now, I am also listening to his songs. AND sms-ing I-Lyn to share this wonderful moment with her. =) Time really does pass so fast. It feels like he was gone for only a few months and in a blink of an eye, it's already a year. I wonder how he would feel seeing that we were all celebrating this day for him. It shouldn't be a day to rejoice but in a way, playing his songs again sort of brought him back to life. I know I-Lyn will understand what I meant by that right? We just love him so much and he seems just so real now right? For today...Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;-Carmen's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Michael, you rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;And since I'm in a korean... Period.. I shall combine both. Super Junior ala Michael. Asimilasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAOIViFacFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAOIViFacFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4hXXs9yLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4hXXs9yLuc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#BBBBBB;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;On the other hand, Super Junior having their 3rd concert. I'm so going this time!! WhOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-7490877514285524079?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/7490877514285524079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=7490877514285524079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7490877514285524079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7490877514285524079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-year.html' title='Its been a year..'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3431731235059975458</id><published>2010-05-19T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:48:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Go google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type "Who is the cutest"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click I'm feeling lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type "lol limewire"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click I'm feeling lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type "Google chuck norris"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click I'm feeling lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;search "white people stole my car" it will suggest "Black people stole my car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type "Is Nickelback the worst band ever?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click I'm feeling lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type "xx elmer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click I'm feeling lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go google.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Type "Emo google"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click I'm feeling lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend the chuck norris and the lime wire one. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3431731235059975458?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3431731235059975458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3431731235059975458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3431731235059975458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3431731235059975458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/05/google-fun.html' title='Google FUN!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-1711888520796014437</id><published>2010-05-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:29:10.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xD Something I stole from someone's photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 566px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs559.ash1/32548_390970033561_727118561_3983798_7739453_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-1711888520796014437?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/1711888520796014437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=1711888520796014437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1711888520796014437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1711888520796014437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/05/xd-something-i-stole-from-someones.html' title='xD Something I stole from someone&apos;s photos'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2610617539675604800</id><published>2010-05-10T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:10:17.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually I wanted to blog bout the sushi thingi. But is lazy now. haha. You can just view the pictures in my fb. We camwhored a lot that day. xD Was supposed to go jln jln in the end camwhored. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Super Juniors new single is outtt! WOOHOOO! Their 4th album will be out on the 13th of May.. As much as I want to support them by buying the ones from korea(to raise their sales charts), doubt my parents will let me swipe their cards. Haha. Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of the song was that it sounded indian. A post which i agree with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior have gained much success in Asia last year with their hit song "Sorry Sorry" and people's expectations are sure to be high on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans went crazy when the boys started to tease with some comeback concept photos and video teaser.The title of their new song "BONAMANA" went straight up to the first place a while after its release.Fans tweeted like crazy on Twitter to trend "BONAMANA" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the song sounds quite addictive,but at the same time,i found that it sounds like an indian song too.To prove that i am not too wrong i even listened to some indian songs online,guess what i found??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry Indian Version,could not stop laughing a few seconds after clicking the play button.Of course this video is edited.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6sanSqOx0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6sanSqOx0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Good indian version. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Their new song: Bonamana which translates to obviously. (Thank god for google translators)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-t7QHxYaXE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-t7QHxYaXE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edited from http://e-koreablog.blogspot.com/2010/05/super-juniors-bonamana-sounds-like.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and lol. Me pasting the website link reminded me of the plagiarism lecture just now in orientation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was released at 10.00am, 10th May. The audio of bonamana miinah just came out today and it is still fresh and surprisingly addictive (as always) and also still in the number 2 spot in the trending list in twitter for about 11 hours already. And this is fast, a piano cover just came out today and i guess the fast beat is not difficult for him to do. Check him out. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCvMoIr0eak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCvMoIr0eak&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dkpopnews.net/2010/05/video-super-juniors-bonamana-got.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sounds quite good but i wouldn't do a piano cover on this song. Haha. Mainly cause it has monotonous parts and doesn't sound as good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Kyu and Ye Sungs duet! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My convo with eel about school. Hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; hello my son&lt;br /&gt; =D &lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; heeeeellllo mama&lt;br /&gt; hahah&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; started college todayyy yehh?&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; yeahhhhh&lt;br /&gt; OH&lt;br /&gt; HOW WAS SCHOOL???&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; sucks&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; ms K actually smacked her head whn she saw us&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; whyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; wth&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt; TOLD YOU SHE WOULD&lt;br /&gt; hahahahH&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; and LECTURES WERE B O R I N G &lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; agree&lt;br /&gt; same here in college&lt;br /&gt; and it was BURNING HUMID MAN&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; stupid ppl frm PTPL college came and did the ice breaking thing with us&lt;br /&gt; so L A M E &lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; seriously&lt;br /&gt; were u alone?&lt;br /&gt; or with someone u know ?&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; i had guat phing&lt;br /&gt; then thry split us in groups. Luckily i had krystal&lt;br /&gt; haha. And i knew a few more ppl. &lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; OH I used ur name just now&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; But seriously. All of them speaks MANDARIN&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; they divided us according 2 ALPHABETICAL order&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; My name? For? &lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; SO to be in the same grooup as kave &amp; Jeys&lt;br /&gt; I said my name is KOH ee ling&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAHA. Bole ka?&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; tehy dont check so who cares lahh&lt;br /&gt;Killah says:&lt;br /&gt; It does sound like my name. xD&lt;br /&gt;Eel Haes says:&lt;br /&gt; its the stpd ptpl ppl&lt;br /&gt; of course, sggs ppl knew it wasn't my name&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-orientation-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as me and GP entered the hall, they asked if we were scholarship holders. We said Yes, and the girl was like, "tuck in your shirt". -.-  *flashes back to the Pn Tan Siew Ai days* Hahaha. And we had to sit allll the way in front just because of that. They did write in the booklet that we were supposed to sit in front during  whatever talks. I thought they were just saying. But its REAL. =o Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2610617539675604800?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2610617539675604800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2610617539675604800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2610617539675604800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2610617539675604800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/05/actually-i-wanted-to-blog-bout-sushi.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-573357728690989251</id><published>2010-04-26T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:12:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really wonder who reads my blog. Seriously. I only told a handful of ppl about it. I've been tracking the counter right below my blog. And the number increases by like 50. Haha. So who are you? *Gonna start asking ppl to remove me from their links. xD Not gonna privatise my blog though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;More jokes to read. =D I think I've posted some before. No harm done right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam: Would you punish me for some thing i didn't do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt; Teacher: no, of course not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt; Sam: good, because i didn't do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;How can you tell when a lawyer is lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt; His lips are moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;A female officer arrests a drunk. She warns him, 'You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you.' The drunk replies, 'Boobs!' ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;It takes 7 seconds for food to pass from mouth to stomach. A human hair can hold 3 kg. The length of the penis is three times the length of the thumb. The femur is as hard as concrete. A woman's heart beats faster than a man's. Women blink twice as much as men. We use 300 muscles just to keep our balance when we stand..&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;.. The woman has read this entire text. The man is still looking at his thumb lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span&gt;During a recent company password audit, it was found that a blonde secretary was using the following password:"MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yDonaldGoofySacramento" When asked why she had such a long password, she said she was told her password had to be at least 8 characters long and include at least one capital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Chemistry Teacher: ‘‘Can you give me the formula for water?’’ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; Student: ‘‘H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-.’’ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; Chemistry Teacher: ‘‘Where did you get an idea like that?’’ -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; Student: ‘‘You told us the other day it was H to O.’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs045.snc3/13302_10150179580740253_426954805252_12057490_6711294_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs065.snc3/13302_10150178426275253_426954805252_12032525_3368039_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs065.snc3/13302_10150177815460253_426954805252_12018437_1853090_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 316px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs045.snc3/13302_10150177441680253_426954805252_12008917_5272623_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs466.ash1/25577_10150180544170253_426954805252_12084456_6621569_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs516.snc3/27108_10150175187055253_426954805252_11945162_8033019_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs045.snc3/13302_10150177207960253_426954805252_12002517_4920638_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow: hidden;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;A blondewalks into the library. She walks up to the counter, SLAMS a book downand screams at the librarian, – “This is the WORST book I’ve everread!” “It has NO plot and far too many characters!” The librarianlooks up and calmly remarks – “So, you’re the one who took our phonebook…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 324px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27108_10150174335470253_426954805252_11924986_2312927_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 378px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs496.snc3/27108_10150173727110253_426954805252_11910347_6401690_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 223px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs496.snc3/27108_10150172539060253_426954805252_11873052_1761818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 288px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs496.snc3/27108_10150171597590253_426954805252_11847863_6746118_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27108_10150170851150253_426954805252_11827541_6137070_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27108_10150170690140253_426954805252_11825742_5836712_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 394px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs516.snc3/27108_10150170195295253_426954805252_11813142_6862852_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27108_10150170161375253_426954805252_11812245_4390262_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 366px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27108_10150170149785253_426954805252_11811911_2894830_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 347px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs413.snc3/24927_10150165827820253_426954805252_11683740_6363671_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs433.snc3/24927_10150165706735253_426954805252_11680369_4599899_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 387px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs516.snc3/27108_10150170086605253_426954805252_11810136_5522906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Children: You spend the first 2 years of their life teaching&lt;br /&gt;them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next 16 years&lt;br /&gt;telling them to sit down and shut-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-573357728690989251?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/573357728690989251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=573357728690989251' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/573357728690989251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/573357728690989251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-i-really-wonder-who-reads-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2985845644933436620</id><published>2010-04-24T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T07:39:25.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veoh&lt;/span&gt; is now legalised in our country again. Hurray! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. For those who don't know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veoh&lt;/span&gt; is where you can download series, movies. It actually works like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;downloadable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. And its banned in most countries now, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; producers or anything can't claim the rights so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wheee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the dramas I'm watching lately. Most are still airing, so I haven't watched the full thing. The latest that I've watched and I feel is the best:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinderella's Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dramastyle.com/images/1/5/Cinderellas_Sister_Korean_Drama_2010_3773_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I guess in correct grammar it should be Cinderella's Stepsister. But in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt;, i don't think they use stepsister.. Do they? And the title is Cinderella Unni. Direct translation would be as the above. Anyway, instead of the usual Cinderella story, this story is about Cinderella's Stepsister( I know is obvious in the title). Somehow, I like the idea. The show is about.. Good ppl may not be good and vice versa. The summary in wiki:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Eun-Ju (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Moon_Geun-Young" title="Moon Geun-Young" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Moon Geun-Young&lt;/a&gt;), who lost her father many years ago, finally moves gets a new family home when her mother remarries. Although things seem to have turn the better for the cynical Eun-Ju, she immediately faces problems when she meets her new step-sister Hyo-Seon (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Seo_Woo" title="Seo Woo" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Seo Woo&lt;/a&gt;). Hyo-Seon with her bright character is the apple in her father's eyes and the clear favorite in the house. Furthermore, Eun-Ju's mother also seems to have fallen for the charismatic personality of Hyo-Seon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Making matters worse for Eun-Ju, Hyo-Seon seems to like Eun-Ju's prince Ki-Hoon (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Cheon_Jeong-Myeong" title="Cheon Jeong-Myeong" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;Cheon Jeong-Myeong&lt;/a&gt;). Eun-Ju decides then and there to take matters in her own hands and exact revenge on her Cinderella like stepsister ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. I'm not really satisfied with the summary. Its more like (I'll use the character's name instead of the korean names here so you won't get confused) Cinderella's mom is truly fantastic in lying. The cliche Cinderella story is that Evil Stepmom tortures poor Cinderella and asks her to do chores. In this story, evil stepmom cares more about Cinderella and ignores her own daughter. I guess there's no other way to make the stepsister shine if ppl are pitying Cinderella(who's not the main character here). Anyway, in comes Prince Charming who's not really a prince here. He's the bastard son of the president of some wine making company who gets beaten up when he was young. So Prince Charming and Stepsister has something in common. Cinderella is the usual doe-eyed, overly manja-ed daughter who loves everyone and the stepsister is the bitter one. But its quite understandable for the stepsister cause before her mother married the dad, her mom has been.. depending(is that the word?) on other guys and they end up running away from them. So stepsister been through a harsh life. I thought the drama was pretty realistic (Partly because I told Meepo that ALL dramas are unrealistic). Anyway. I was thinking it was realistic up until the moment the stepsister and prince were in a BUBBLE and was floating up to the MOON. I was like ??!@#!!@ . Hahaha. Turns out thats how happy the stepsister felt or something. Pretty irrelevant scene to me. Anyways, its not even aired yet in Malaysia And I've only seen till episode 4. AND I WANT TO SEE episode 5. Episode 5 is about 8 years later. They ended with a cliff hanger. It was 8 years later and Cinderella told stepsister that prince charming was dating her. End. GRRR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. I recommend this. Go watch, go watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And first impression for dramabeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); line-height: 20px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Georgia,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINDERELLA’S SISTER (KBS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/unni_56.jpg" style="border-style: none;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;In my latest &lt;strong&gt;Oh My Lady&lt;/strong&gt; recap, I mentioned the issue of a drama making an emotional connection with the viewer, and how &lt;em&gt;Oh My Lady&lt;/em&gt; has been slow to build that rapport. In contrast, &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella’s Sister&lt;/strong&gt; is very good about establishing that connection right away, and I felt myself drawn from the start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Tonally, the first episode wasn’t angsty or tragic, and was surprisingly light. Not light in a fluffy way, but in a way that is humorous and heartfelt. (I suspect that the drama will grow heavier later, but am thankful it starts briskly.) I feel confident saying that of the three Wednesday premieres, this was the strongest first episode and while none of them sucked, it was a pretty obvious first-place. The pacing is assured, the scenery beautiful. The acting is outstanding, not just from the leads but everyone. (That would be &lt;strong&gt;Moon Geun-young, Seo Woo, Chun Jung-myung, Lee Mi-sook&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Kim Gab-soo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Taecyeon&lt;/strong&gt; is not in this episode.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Without giving away too many plot points, the gist of the story is this: Eun-jo (&lt;strong&gt;Moon Geun-young&lt;/strong&gt;), somewhere in her mid-teens, is the daughter to a woman who keeps shacking up with horrible men — drinkers, beaters, lowlifes. Mom Kang-sook (&lt;strong&gt;Lee Mi-sook&lt;/strong&gt;) goes from one man to another, and Eun-jo bears this stoically although she’s sick of living like this. Hyo-sun (&lt;strong&gt;Seo Woo&lt;/strong&gt;) is a bright, lovable girl whose father owns a makgulli (rice wine) company. Meeting Kang-sook stirs her longing for a mother figure, and Hyo-sun does her best to push Kang-sook toward her father. Ki-hoon (&lt;strong&gt;Chun Jung-myung&lt;/strong&gt;) is a good-natured employee of the makgulli company and a caring, mature older brother figure to Hyo-sun, who adores him. Though his interaction with Eun-jo is brief, he’s the only person who’s able to get through Eun-jo’s tough outer shell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00202.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00202.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00107.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00107.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00087.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00087.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00004.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00004.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00095.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00095.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00170.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/cu1/unni1-00170.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Moon Geun-young as Eun-jo is the main draw by far, and she does her cynical, hurt, defensive role well. She makes Eun-jo relatable and unique, and acts with convincing intensity. I love Chun Jung-myung so I’m thrilled merely to see him back onscreen again, but I’ll admit he doesn’t have much to do in this episode. However, his gentle, smiling presence in itself gives his character a warm aura. I am keen to see how their relationship unfolds, and by keen I mean VERY. I’m invested already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;That said, I think Seo Woo is almost as strong as Moon Geun-young. Yes, she most certainly overacts as the young schoolgirl. I suspect some viewers will find it annoying. As in &lt;em&gt;Tamra the Island&lt;/em&gt;, I find Seo Woo’s girlish exaggerations cute rather than contrived, because they seem genuine to the actress herself, and not put-upon to force cutesiness. I am also being a little lenient because she’s playing a young teen, and will revise my opinion if she doesn’t grow out of it later. All that said, it’s the crying scene where she really stands out, and she makes Hyo-sun’s tears not only sympathetic but entirely believable. I was impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Kim Gab-soo is excellent as the quiet, withdrawn father. You won’t find a trace of his creepy villain (&lt;em&gt;Hon, Partner, Tazza&lt;/em&gt;) in this character, who is alternately gruff and vulnerable. Lee Mi-sook is the perfect stepmother to Cinderella, and she plays Kang-sook with layers of complexity. In fact, everyone plays their characters with layers, which is why I have a good feeling about this drama. It’s not simply reversing the Cinderella fairy tale, it’s subverting all the relationships and creating something new with them. I find that really compelling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is Oh! My Lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 285px;" src="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/oh-my-lady-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ok. I admit the main reason I watched this was to see Choi Si Won's acting. Haha. Apparently, he is the real life Gu Jun Pyo(from Boys before flowers), minus the attitude. His father owns one of the top 3 biggest supermarket in Korea, and he has the looks, 6 packs, and has all the good qualities and yada yada yada. haha. Mind that I'm actually talking bout Si Won here. Not the drama yet. For those who don't know, he's in Super Junior. Haha. Kyu should star in a dramaaa! I'd definitely watch, no matter how boring it is! haha. Anyways... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review by dramabeans which I agree whole heartedly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); line-height: 20px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Georgia,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Cute show. Challenging, no. But amusing, generally yes. It pretty much delivered what I expected: some conventional setups and kdrama cliches, with a cute lead boy (&lt;strong&gt;Choi Siwon&lt;/strong&gt; may have the body of a man but he’s firmly in boy-man territory for me) and a lovable leading lady. (I am SO glad to see &lt;strong&gt;Chae Rim&lt;/strong&gt;back on television.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh My Lady&lt;/strong&gt; feels like a remix of several familiar stories and dramas, so it’s not wildly original. Its charm is in the characters and the relationships, and if things continue the way they’ve started, I think it’ll be a fun, light watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! My Lady is the combined drama of Full House and ok.. I can't remember the titles now. Gah. But throw in a couple of kids. Leading lady(LL) has a kid which she dumps at ex husbands place in order to work for movie star aka Siwon the leading man(LM). LM has a kid who was dumped at his place. LM can't let the public know about the kid, big scandal and what nots. Haha. LM hires LL to take care of kid and keep the secret. Somehow, LL has no where to stay so she stays with LL's big house. Cliche. And I just found out from this drama that Si Won can actually sing. Lol. Cause he usually gets the song parts that are.. Not really challenging, I didn't see his ability? Anyways. Haha. This drama is ok. But.. Doesn't get me that hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is... Personal taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.mumuy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/personal-taste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't interested in this drama in the first place. Have no idea why I downloaded it. I didn't really like Lee Min Ho(Gu Jun Pyo from boys over flowers). Now that I've watched it, I still don't think its good. Slow storyline. I was practically fast forwarding the whole video. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, long summary  from dramabeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26); line-height: 20px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,Georgia,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONAL TASTE (MBC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/taste_25.jpg" style="border-style: none;" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;I said that &lt;strong&gt;Cinderella’s Sister&lt;/strong&gt; had the best first episode, in that it’s the best-produced and most cohesive package. But &lt;strong&gt;Personal Taste&lt;/strong&gt; is my pick for the most fun and laughs — it’s cute, well-cast, and has a freshness to its humor. The jokes aren’t wildly original, but they’re presented well and feel new for a kdrama. (I mean, a gay-blowjob joke on Korean television? Ha!) Also, every deviation that the drama has made from &lt;a href="http://www.dramabeans.com/2010/03/personal-taste-the-novel-part-1/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;the novel&lt;/a&gt; has been for the better (so far).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;If you’ve been following the novel posts, you’ll get the gist. If you haven’t, here’s the deal: Kae-in (&lt;strong&gt;Sohn Ye-jin&lt;/strong&gt;) is an upbeat and good-hearted furniture designer, if naive and rather dense. She is badly hurt by her boyfriend, whom she believes is going to propose to her when he is in fact marrying her friend the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;In a series of chance encounters, she gets off on the wrong foot with Jin-ho (&lt;strong&gt;Lee Min-ho&lt;/strong&gt;), an architect who works at a rival firm to her ex. She thinks he’s a pervert at first, but then gets the impression that he’s gay. Jin-ho, who considers her a clueless blunderer, doesn’t bother correcting her. In the next episode (we aren’t there yet), Kae-in agrees to let Jin-ho move in, fed up with straight guys and liking the idea of having a gay roommate. Little does she know that Jin-ho has an ulterior motive: he badly needs to win a building project, and needs to study her house in order to do so, as she is the daughter to the famed architect who built it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00145.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00145.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00079.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00079.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00273.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00273.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00188.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00188.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00109.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00109.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00116.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(163, 0, 0); border-style: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" title="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00116.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Spot-on casting, for sure. Sohn Ye-jin is perfect as Kae-in, showing the character’s positive personality even as she bumbles through various encounters. She also lets a naivete and vulnerability shine through, making it easy to root for her. Everyone, from the main cast to the supporting members, has that extra spark that draws you to them and their roles. I have a feeling the sidekicks are going to be a hoot. I even like &lt;strong&gt;Kim Ji-suk&lt;/strong&gt;’s take on his character, who is nowhere near as awful as the book character; you can see he’s conflicted and remorseful. He’s just also a wuss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Lee Min-ho may be young (he’s even younger than &lt;strong&gt;Im Seulong&lt;/strong&gt; despite playing his hyung), but he wears Jin-ho’s airs perfectly. I’ll be the first to sing Lee’s praises, but I was worried that he wouldn’t be able to emerge from the &lt;em&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/em&gt; shadow — which is considerable — or live up to expectations, particularly since he’s taken over a year to choose his next project. I think he does quite nicely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 2px 0px 15px; padding: 0px;"&gt;You might say that of course I like &lt;em&gt;Personal Taste&lt;/em&gt; because I expected to like it — but I think liking the idea actually makes it harder to live up to the hype. Episode 1 is a little unstable at times and the pacing is uneven in the first half, but in the second half it starts to gel and really work. At the end of the hour, this is the drama whose second episode I wanted to see the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Authors note: I wanted to see Cinderella's Sister most. Followed by Oh! My Lady. Then this. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth of the Rich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://asianfansclub.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/birth-of-a-rich-man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;The drama follows the story of a man, Choi Suk Bong, who believes that he is actually the son of a rich father and heir to a chaebol group. He meets Lee Shin Mi, who is actually a chaebol heir but acts nothing like one, with her scrimping and frugal ways. Although they get off to a rocky start, with her help, he struggles towards his goal of attaining wealth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="Cast" id="Cast" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing REALLY irritating about this drama is it ALWAYS ends with cliffhangers. Making me lose my sleep. LOL. This drama is ok, but kinda kiddish plots. The drama revolves around which rich dude is actually his father. From DNA confirmed tests to the wrong DNA used and stuff, so his predicted dad is always changing. I feel obstacles were thrown in this show to continue the storyline. But it is entertaining and pretty funny. =D Ohh. One other thing. I actually like the spoilt brat in this show. The other girl. hahaha. She's funny. And pretty. Her and her cake obssesion. Not bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuno aka The Slave Hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.koreandrama.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/chuno3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has finally ended. Haha. I didn't really like this show and didn't understand why it had such high ratings. Or maybe its cause I'm not interested in historical korean dramas? Hmm. But I liked Hong Gil Dong, Chang Jin, etc. It was pretty boring to me with irritating plots. Nice scenery was all it had. Seriously. The leading lady was irritating me. Half of the episodes revolved around her and her love triangle . At the beginning to the middle, it ALWAYS ended with the slave hunter NEARLY finding her and stuff. Gish. Won't recommend this. I didn't understand the director. Maybe theres some hidden depth in the show that I was too shallow to understand. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scandal In Old Seoul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 239px;" alt="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/capital-scandal.jpg" src="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/capital-scandal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;This drama is set in the 1930's when Korea was under the rule of Japan. Na Yeo Kyeong was the owner of a book store and she was also a freedom fighter. Seon Woo Wan was the playboy son of a rich family and he became involved in the independence movement through a bet with his co-workers to win Na Yeo Kyeong's heart. His father paid for the education of his worker's son, Lee Soo Hyeon, and was disappointed to find him working for the Security Branch of the Japanese government. Cha Song Joo was a famous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kisaeng" class="extiw" title="wikipedia:Kisaeng" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 102, 187); background-image: none; padding: 0px;"&gt;gisaeng&lt;/a&gt; who ran a high class brothel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="Cast" id="Cast" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting lazy to type, so, its ok. Not bad. Few boring parts, but moving. Quite entertaining. Better than chuno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2985845644933436620?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2985845644933436620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2985845644933436620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2985845644933436620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2985845644933436620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/04/drama-updates.html' title='Drama Updates'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4396196567289816762</id><published>2010-04-16T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:09:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TM Thingi in Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>One good news: My laptop is finally back new and improved with windows 7 and 320 GB. xD It goes even smoother now. Wheee. I do have a lot of updates. But is lazy to type so abolished the idea the next day usually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. The point of this post is the TM thingthat i went. Was actually lazy to blog but since i already told ppl i was gonna blog about it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm not writing the exact full name because ppl can just google the name of the bengkel next year like what i did for the bengkel this year. Haha. And the world will know about this blog. Anyways.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Departed from granma’s place at 7? About 7. Slept the whole way. But it was quite fast la. Found the place at about 12. The locality was quite good. There was a beach, (Port Dickson is mainly famous for its beaches: What I remembered from the essays last time). The rooms were comfy, with air cond, and ok beds and tv. No astro of course. And the toilet was ok besides the sudden change of hot to cold water. First day was boring. Signed in, got into room. Saw no roomates yet(they went out already). Spent the day reading storybooks. xD&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we signed in, the person just directed us to our room, no other info. After asking around, another girl said they’ll come knocking on our room doors at 6.30. Went down at 6.30, they said to gather at 8.30. -.-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By about 7, my roomates came back and we did intro and all that stuff. They’re friendly. Haha. And they introduced me to our neighbours via connecting room doors which was very handy later on. Neighbours were friendly too. Its amazing how we can keep crapping. haha. One of my neighbours is from Penang too! Gasp! My first friend from Penang. Btw, the camp is for the whole Malaysia. Anyways.. we decided to go down a little earlier which was fortunate cause they were serving dinner already!! We thought dinner was at 8.30 but actually 8.30 we were suppose to go in the dewan. Aina was like, "Tu lah, mereka nak save kos sebab tu tak nak bagi tau". Went in the dewan.. Lady gave us briefing.. She was like congratulations for making it here.. Everyone here are very smart, bla bla bla, said we were to maintain our grades if we were to get the scholarship, but she thinks it wouldnt be a problem for ppl there. She also said, for overseas program, only 70 were picked out of 4000 over applicants.. So I sat there wondering.. How the hell did i get in, esp when the ppl there all had like straight A+'s. =/ Hahah. Common conversation there is to ask name, state, what other scholarships you applied. Haha. Seriously. When ppl talk, its all bout JPA, or MARA or smth. Then we were supposed to hand in our results slip and certs and stuff. You know, usually we just gather it together and stapler it or smth. But there are ppl who like.. BINDS their stuff, with plastic cover and everything siap dgn resume. I was like O.O And all had like a book thick pile. Hahah. Anyway, once we were done with the briefing, we went for supper. Oh, did i mention they provide SIX meals per day? After that, me and roomates watched monster house. Oh and.. Great thing about my roommate. Two of them love k pop too. =D So can talk about Super Junior and SS501 and stuff, latest updates, SNSD. And they know the dances of Gee, Oh! and Devil Run. I was like.. Surprised. They dance very well. Haha. Down to which part and everything. Recorded a video but can't post it up cause they weren't.. wearing their tudung and stuff. But still =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again they mentioned to kumpul at 8.30 neglecting to mention about breakfast. But we already knew their nefarious plans to starve us, so we went down early. xD Second day was full of ice breaking. We had a total of 227 ppl around. (mixed ppl who applied for MMU scholarship). And first, they asked us to group ourselves by our states. Penang had about 13 ppl... all from seberang side and stuff. Get this, we were supposed to introduce and memorize the names. Selangor had the most members. From there, we were supposed to find other group members like grouping us by our month of birth, name initials, etc etc. By the third group, i just about given up with all the names being a blur in my head. Haha. The process from then is just, nods head when being told name, and tells own name. Hahaha. Then we had various activities including chicken dance, indian dance, sing a long. Chicken fight dance. LOL. Then they separated the overseas and local, then arranged us in order of A+'s.. divided us into groups. Then we had discussions, which i only participate when asked. Haha. Oh. There was one we were supposed to pick someone and like.. talk with them then present about her. I partnered one of my room mate, and we talked about funny incidents and those kind of stuff, presented also about that. What the other ppl did was, talk about the qualifications of the other party. Like.. they received how many A's for pmr, did what in kk, is the president of what and what. I was like.. Ooopss.. "About me" is a wide range right? lol. And I know this is blatantly obvious, but i just HAVE to add that over there, you can practically see brain neurones zinging about in full speed. Their brains. Discussions, discussions, debate. Then we were given an EQ test and asked to think of incidents and how we felt. With that, our facilitator ended with giving us the 1000 piece puzzle that everyone will remember when thinking of our beloved bengkel. hahaha. They had alphabets at the back to give us clue which area it was from, but it was already scribbled and blancoed out by previous camp ppl. -.- Some pieces can see la. So we started sorting out the pieces and our place was kinda dim, so it was kinda testing our eyesights too. Haha. All of us getting sarcastic while doing the puzzle. Haha. Our puzzle wasn't easy because all you could see was RED. And YELLOW. Grr. And everyone HATED F4. HAha. It was the taiwan F4. Not the Korean ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 267px" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27103_110421758988621_100000623913167_117021_3785195_n.jpg" width="352" height="370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the beginning.. Still laughable...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 426px" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs475.ash1/26036_1390423074430_1047709451_1187973_7671076_n.jpg" width="239" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After one hour... And getting no where.. Grr. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think everyone had one or two hours of sleep only. And yet the puzzle remains.. incomplete. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our leader didnt sleep at all. Two nights in the row. At like 6, me and my room mate went up, didn't even brush our teeth or anything. Just plonked down on the bed and it felt like only 10 mins i was being roused again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surprisingly, I didn't feel sleepy the next day. We had more discussions. And we went down to the beach. Haha. Without our facilitators permission. He saw us all hot and sleepy and allowed joyce to lead us around the building. She lead us to the beach. xD Port Dickson beach is not very different from Penangs. haha. Then they asked us to make something in 30 minutes. Something that telekom would buy and sell. We only could use what we found. We got cardboards, cans and stuff. And we separated into groups cause we needed to make it formal and stuff, the opening ceremony, greet him and everything. We had kompang sounding dustbin players, which was me and 3 others. Hahaha. And the the other girls greet and iringi, then the guys designed the project. When the dude came, he was actually pak ali, another groups facilitator, we greeted, and we had 2 ppl presenting our item, which was a hybrid teleporter, which was supposed to replace our public phones cause by this, you can video conference and teleport objects la supposedly. Pak Ali started by saying, I didn't understand a word you're saying, Why are you questioning me, This is kindergarten work(which it wasn't!!!), and all the hurtful stuff la. Then he picked up our project, and tossed it in the pond&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 279px" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15314_1170553203329_1812979944_333273_6013014_n.jpg" width="448" height="504" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pond behind us. That was where our group was most of the time. Everyone was of course shocked, i myself was wondering.. What is his problem??? Oh btw, since the first day, all the facilitators were like insulting us and stuff like kamu dari terrenganu? oh, sebab itulah muka macam penyu. and stuff. They were testing our reactions and stuff. So when he threw our project(we didn't even take a pic of it), it all suddenly came to me that it was a test, and also confirmed when Pak Ali turned around, he was smiling a bit, but apparently i was the only one who noticed that. The others was angry. And our facilitator, Pak Man, added fuel to the fire and stuff. We had a discussion on how we felt. When we went back to our rooms, everyone found out as we discussed with each others bout the various ways their project got ruined. Some got stepped on, kicked, and stuff. My roommate had their project stepped on BEFORE they presented and then was blamed for being unprepared. As we assembled for the night, Pak Ali walked in, and said, nampak muka-muka semua yang benci aku sekarang. hahaha. Then he said he think we already know it was all planned and stuff. Then we continued our puzzle... I chaoed at about 3.. The guys continued doing it.. And i was asleep when... &lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs496.ash1/27103_110425555654908_100000623913167_117044_2587812_n.jpg" width="373" height="608" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, it was done. You see the red? All very nerve racking. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Last Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We just saw a bunch of videos, like the video we seen of the ppl who had no hands or legs but manage life, and appreciate our parents, and who's packing your parachute thing. sang more songs, danced. Then we dismissed. After taking pictures, balik. &lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs496.snc3/27103_110426958988101_100000623913167_117049_252542_n.jpg" width="359" height="398" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;our waterfall...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 444px" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs475.snc3/26036_1390423194433_1047709451_1187976_1915879_n.jpg" width="418" height="498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Group A. This is our full group of 23 ppl. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s pictures were all stolen from ppl. My dad took my camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And i think my chances of actually getting the scholarship is close to 1%.. But I have to say i don't regret going. Make new friends from all over Malaysia. There were ppl from Sabah as well. It was an experience. Truly. And there was a point where we talked about optimism and stuff. And its really ironic. Cause when i reached penang, i saw this show, Becoming a billionaire, its a korean show, the hero was contradicting one of the characters who was talking about optimism as well.. He said,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; "Therefore, you need to ignore everything that is negative. Isn't that right? So, that would mean that you can't get upset, when you're stuck in a traffic jam. If you're going to be stuck in traffic, learn to enjoy that time. Listen to radio or music, or talk to your lover on the phone. But this is the kind of thought I have, aah, it sucks to be in a traffic jam, there are big problems with the roads of Korea. Not only do I get annoyed, but I feel the need to do something in order to make things better. This means that the power to change the road system of Korea is derived from negativity, not positivity. Negativity isn't the power that eats away the power of affirmative, I believe it possess the power to surpass the ability of affirmative in your life."&lt;/span&gt;. The facilitators lie so many times, i found myself doubting everything they say towards the end of the bengkel. haha. In the start, they asked us to forget that we came for the scholarship, but they keep on talking bout scholarships. so. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4396196567289816762?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4396196567289816762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4396196567289816762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4396196567289816762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4396196567289816762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/04/tm-bengkel-thingi-in-port-dickson.html' title='TM Thingi in Port Dickson'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-8745201885691696073</id><published>2010-03-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:38:12.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I ish ze going crazy thinking Su Ju is already in Malaysia. Noooo! Gah! I wanna goooooooooooooo. Regretting not buying the ticket now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Main reason why I didn't buy the ticket when it first came out was because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* All collection of tickets will require  validation of NRIC/Passport, Credit Card and Booking Number.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Ticket collection is at venue only on the event day, 2  hours before the show time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*  No third party collection allowed. The purchaser (credit card holder) has to be present upon  ticket collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah. I can totally imagining my dad beside me in the concert complaining. LOL. That was the main reason in the first place. I couldn't think of anyone else who'd already have a credit card. And also no one to go with me. WHich means even if i do find a credit card holder. I still need to get there alone. So, didn't get it. However.. Regretting it big time now. Gah. Who knows the next time they're coming again? Maybe I'll have college exams or something at that time. SIGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If I studied in KL in Jan, I'd probably would be attending the concert. Since I am already in Kl. However, if i do go KL to study, I don't think I would have the time to be fan crazy bout them. Gah. Nvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repeats to self slowly about why I didn't go in the first place.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a job today. Yes. KIL has actually gotten a job. Its a one day thing though. Hahaa. And just my luck, I saw 5 of our beloved school teachers. 3 of them never taught me though. Just saw their faces before. One was our moral teacher in F2 or F3.. The one who taught maths instead of moral in our moral period. Haha. I forgot her name.. Haha. She recognized me! =D I forgot the other ones name... Imagine that. haha. Oh. I was working in Tesco extra. Giving out some slimming voucher thingi and they had to write down their names. Not bad. I finished two storybooks. Should have brought laptop. =D Saw a lot of different kinds of ppl today. I like kids. They're cute. =D I observed kids the whole day today. Most looked like their mothers. Haha. Ke random nessan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su JUUUUUU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)=&lt;br /&gt;)'=&lt;br /&gt;D'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.timeoutkl.com/uploadfiles/image/Events/Music/Big/img_SuperJuniorSuperShow2.jpg" alt="Super Junior Super  Show2" width="415" height="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus HanKyung, Kang In and Ki Bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-8745201885691696073?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/8745201885691696073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=8745201885691696073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8745201885691696073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8745201885691696073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/03/gah.html' title='GAH.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5889373149495034825</id><published>2010-03-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:22:12.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killah is now going fan crazy over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="photoClass"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 373px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/89/34/71024398/1_553221271l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 158px;" src="http://img.tamtay.vn/files/photo2/2009/6/30/14/620859/4a49b829_52a4b71e_49b0e69a_kafeteriaweb108022xnd1_resize1.jpg" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 169px; height: 226px;" src="http://saranghaechokyuhyun.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/9226_105253256151425_100000002547596_143281_2239822_n.jpg" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WIJA6J96ws/Sn4c18TJgkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LDp4ndex3po/s320/KyuHyun3.jpg" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyu Hyun from Super Junior. Just LOVE his voice. Haha. This is the product of months and months of leisure and free time. Haha. Long time no star crazy. Not a particular star anyway. Not to mention that &lt;s&gt;I'm a little&lt;/s&gt; totally biased when it comes to whatever entertainment show he is on. Hahaha. But he wins most of the time anyway. =D Singing is definitely his forte. When you're free just go listen to his song.. Hang on. I'll post up the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZI-zFUjtw8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LZI-zFUjtw8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior is coming to Malaysia on Saturday. Dad's birthday is on Friday. I can't believe I almost forgot my dads birthday. Gosh. I'm really losing track of dates without school. Where was I? Oh ya. Su Ju coming. I would have gone.. If someone would go with me. Haha. Nvm. Consoled myself with the thought that even if I went, they probably look like a tiny little dot to me. Haha. And there'll be a lot of screaming and.. we'll have to watch them on the concert screen anyway. haha. I can just record PY screaming and watch it on my laptop. *nod nod* LOL. Ok Py? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="photoClass"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="photoClass"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5889373149495034825?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5889373149495034825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5889373149495034825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5889373149495034825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5889373149495034825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/03/killah-is-now-going-fan-crazy-over.html' title='Killah is now going fan crazy over...'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WIJA6J96ws/Sn4c18TJgkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LDp4ndex3po/s72-c/KyuHyun3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-1463724309668872117</id><published>2010-03-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:38:53.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late post again cause of the absence of my dearly beloved laptop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not as crazy as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt; Ni to give a name to my laptop. Yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lappie&lt;/span&gt; is just back but is still showing the same symptoms. -.- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;. For now, it'll have to do. Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spm&lt;/span&gt; results.. I guess I saw it coming. My results... aren't that bad. But it wasn't fabulous either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Bio oh bio. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But i think if i could turn back time before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;, i don't think i would study any harder. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. When i went on stage, (after hearing Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ilangko&lt;/span&gt; pronounced my name wrongly again*just had to add that*) the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pengetua&lt;/span&gt; told me, I am SO proud of you(in what i would say a pretty sincere tone).. which got me thinking... I think she thought I got straight A's.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;. Its my favourite number anyway. 9.. It does fit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Girl who is born on the 9/9-92 has 9 A's. Make sense. Yes? The thing that amazes me is my A+ for Add maths. I didn't even realise it till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Boh&lt;/span&gt; told me. Surprised would be an understatement. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who usually score in Add Maths would say its nothing but this is coming from a girl who nearly failed her add maths man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Spm&lt;/span&gt; results is not very different from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Spm&lt;/span&gt; results. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Its time like these I appreciate my parents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hahha&lt;/span&gt;. Cause they're the ones running around to find out bout colleges and stuff. Or most prob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be stuck back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Sggs&lt;/span&gt; for form 6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Well, at least i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt; Ling. =D I still don't know what to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaded questions:&lt;br /&gt;-Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;: How's your preparations for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; coming?&lt;br /&gt;-After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;: How was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-Before results: What do you think your results are going to be?&lt;br /&gt;-After results: So what do you plan to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. These questions were constantly asked by every adult i meet. Mostly la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly don't know what i want to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;. End of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And this conversation with my uncle that day. EUNICE! Read this!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: I know what you've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: You have a friend named Janice right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes....&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Her mother is a teacher right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know.. I'm not that close with her..&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Are you sure? Her mother said you two are close?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No...&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: You went to Gurney drive with her right after the results? Her mom said you all are so heavy made her car....&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cuts in* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;OHHH&lt;/span&gt;! You mean EUNICE.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Oh yea, I remember it was something, didn't hear clearly&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH yes yes. Eunice's mom is a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Yes, her mom called me..&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Convo&lt;/span&gt; goes on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; Eunice! I finally get the message you sent me days ago. Creepy how the teachers connect to each other right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun that day when my dad, mom and I were sitting on the sofa. My dad and mom was waiting for Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt; Wei's game in the England open. I was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Bandslam&lt;/span&gt; on the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;/playing games on laptop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Totally hilarious how my mom starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;criticizing&lt;/span&gt;  Chong Wei when the game first started cause he was losing 5-0. She was like, his clothes so ugly, one side got sleeve, the other one don't have. (Me: Its sponsored la!! I don't think he can pick), then she says can choose other sponsors and then goes on talking bout his hair, dye till like that. Until he started picking up and was winning the Japan dude, then she started praising him) I was like.. Mom, you're so bad. Ppl losing then you critisize, ppl start winning then only you start cheering for him. Hahah. Seriously. He won gold in the end. And the last ball, was actually out, but the linesman(i think thats what he's called) said it was in. So Chong Wei in, then my parents started saying, its not a clear win, they could have gotten in a rubber match and maybe he wouldn't have won, etc, etc. And all i could say to that was -.-". Haiz. hahahah. Chong Wei was good and fast on his feet man. I was like =o when he saved the shuttle from a direct smash(the ones with him diving on the floor then springing up again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepover was fun! =D Lets do it again!! haha.. Orphan was not that scary cause June was telling what was going to happen next. Haha. Will post pics here after i uploaded it in FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lazy now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-1463724309668872117?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/1463724309668872117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=1463724309668872117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1463724309668872117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1463724309668872117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/03/late-post-again-cause-of-absence-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-6732608699475871824</id><published>2010-03-08T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T04:15:52.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started one fine day after CNY...</title><content type='html'>Where i bugged my brother to teach me how to drive first. Few reasons why i didn't want to wait for the official driving instructor,&lt;br /&gt;-with my brother, i could yell and panic if something happens. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-rather be taught basics by someone familiar.&lt;br /&gt;-at that point i didn't even listen to the course yet. It would take forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the highlight of the moment would be me yelling at my brother to NOT use HIS phone while I'm driving. Haha. He get distracted and the lives of innocent victims could be threatened. Mati enjin a few times cause the clutch of my dads car was damn deep(and the fact that i didn't know we couldn't press the accelerator and the clutch at once). Haha. It is known throughout my family that if I can drive my dads car, i can drive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; car. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, survived that encounter where I happily announced we're still alive upon arriving back home. Hahaha. (For all you know, bro and I might be lying in a ditch somewhere cause of my driving skills. Or the lack thereof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I had my first official drive yesterday. The driving instructor picked me up at my house.. Drove a bit. Explained the stuff. And surprised me when he suddenly got out of the car mid lecture and asked me to sit in the drivers seat. Hahaha. Enjine died once at the traffic light. It was a slowww and hot drive. Perspiring the whole way. Every vehicle, like old ancient cars are overtaking me. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second. I tried to drive faster. Then he asked me not to accelerate and keep my speed less than 40. Then I was driving at 40 then he asked me to slow down to 20. -.- Eventually, even the most patient driver behind also overtakes. Haha. All cars AND busses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving instructor lau gina wan. He teach 40 minutes or less instead of one hour every time. &gt;.&lt;&gt;poor ppl&lt;/s&gt; Haiti ppl. I see Justin Bieber, Hmm. Is that Josh Groban? Think so. Jennifer Hudson, that lady looks familiar.. Miley Cyrus, Enrique Iglasias, Usher, I think thats the dude from Black Eye Peas, Celine Dion!!!, the girl that played the electric guitar in MJ's last concert, and i think thats the girl from black eye peas. Ooooh! I finally remembered. That girl is the main singer for pussycat dolls. Thats why she looked familiar. I think i see the jonas brothers. Yup. They're there. This is more modernized with electric guitar and the voice alteration thingi(i don't know what its called). Wait, is that Luther from Smallville??? Hmm. Just a glance. While the new song is nice with rappin' and all, I still prefer the old one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the best part? They still kept MJ's part from the original song and mixed it wit Janet's voice. =D But mainly you can hear MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should clarify cause Di*ahem*  complained she doesn't know which singer i liked.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl who i think are great singers: Whitney Houston, Celine Dion, Mariah Carey's range of notes, MJ in that order. Josh Groban. Oh. Charice too. =D Kyu Hyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. Next song is Kelly Clarkson's Already Gone. Haha. I still don't get that part of flying violins being played themselves and the connection to the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Next is this is it. I didn't know they had an MV for it. Aw. Its all memories of him. Gonna go download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,those who wanna see the we are the world MV,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/evJ1JUh8JSs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/evJ1JUh8JSs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-6732608699475871824?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/6732608699475871824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=6732608699475871824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6732608699475871824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6732608699475871824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-all-started-one-fine-day-after-cny.html' title='It all started one fine day after CNY...'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-7656699594652560393</id><published>2010-03-04T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:54:03.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th March 2010</title><content type='html'>A day I would think would have impact on &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt; most F5's(disregarding those already in college and has no use of that sheet of paper). This date is mostly on ppl's facebook statuses. I don't know why I'm typing this like an essay. Hahaha. Anyway, its doomsday for me, where I have to actually wake up to reality and actually decide what I'm gonna do for the rest of my life. Gagaga. Did time have to pass so fast. The more I think about it, the worse I'm guessing my results are gonna be. Especially when I only started studying Form 5 Chem in the brief period between paper 2 and 1. I never touched form 5 before that. But I'd suppose no one would believe me if i said that. I can't believe myself. And Accounts, omg. And ... Nvm. So for now, it is temporarily pushed to some dark recessive corner of my mind. No matter what my results are gonna be, I think I'm just gonna enjoy my month. Haha. Ok. Enough of my pitiful whining about my undiciplined self. The reason for my lack of posts this month is because my poor laptop is in the hospital. It broke down. Was repaired. But then the person didn't repair nicely or smth so it was sent back. Now my dads gone to Sarawak I get to hog his computer. Muahaha. Still prefer my own laptop though. =(  Its weird to say this, but nostalgia hasn't hit me yet. I don't miss school all that much. I don't know why. I thought I would.  Hmm. Its probably cause I still see most of my close friends and I'm still thinking this period of time as my long long holiday break. Apart for laughing at my cousins when they had to study for their exams. =D I maybe would be going to F6. Dunno. I have the uniform already anyway. =D Redbox day was fun ppl. =D I wanted to do an elaborate long essay about that day, but is simply too lazy now. =D Pics could be found in Fb.  Currently liking everything korean. =D Learning their language a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Long time I didn't post up JOKES. =D Read if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt; was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through class. One day &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;the teacher&lt;/span&gt; called on her while she was napping, "Tell me Janice, who created &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5"&gt;the universe&lt;/span&gt;?" When Janice didn't stir, little Johnny, a boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;God Almighty!&lt;/em&gt;" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7"&gt;Very good&lt;/span&gt;" and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A while later the teacher asked Janice, "Who is our Lord and Saviour." But, Janice didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;to the rescue&lt;/span&gt; and stuck her again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Jesus Christ!&lt;/em&gt;" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good," and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the teacher asked Janice a third question. "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?" and again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This time Janice jumped up and shouted, "&lt;em&gt;If you stick me with that thing &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4"&gt;one more time&lt;/span&gt;, I'll break it in half and stick it up your ass!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;It got crowded in heaven so, for one day and one day only, it was decided to only accept people who had really &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4"&gt;bad day&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2"&gt;the day&lt;/span&gt; they died.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;St. Peter was standing at the &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;pearly gates&lt;/span&gt; and said to the first man, "Tell &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"&gt;me about&lt;/span&gt; the day you died." The man said, "Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5"&gt;came home&lt;/span&gt; early to catch her with him. I searched all over &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;the apartment&lt;/span&gt; but couldn't find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;the refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The strain of the act gave me a &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD9"&gt;heart attack&lt;/span&gt;, of which I died from."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7"&gt;the man in&lt;/span&gt;. He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. "Well, sir, it was awful," said the second man. "I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony ofthe apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job. "Tell me about the day you died?” he said to the third man in line. "OK, picture this; I'm naked, hiding inside a refrigerator....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/funny-pictures-cat-you-no-understanz.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=374" alt="Funny Pictures of Cats With Captions" title="funny-pictures-cat-you-no-understanz" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-240466" width="500" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-7656699594652560393?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/7656699594652560393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=7656699594652560393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7656699594652560393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7656699594652560393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/03/11th-march-2010.html' title='11th March 2010'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-9030960683400678662</id><published>2010-02-11T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:15:26.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Married.</title><content type='html'>No, not me. Its a name of a show. Its kinda like a game show thing?&lt;div&gt;They put these two famous ppl together in a pretend marriage where they have to lead a married life. I've only seen the Kim Hyun Joong and Hwang Bo parts and is only at Episode 23 but everytime I watch it back to back, my cheeks will start aching from laughing too much. Seriously. I laugh like mad in practically all the episodes where I usually end with hitting the tables. Hahahaha. Thats how bad. Thats why I watch it alone. My dad can hear me laughing even from the living room although the door is closed.  =D Laughter is good medicine. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-9030960683400678662?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/9030960683400678662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=9030960683400678662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/9030960683400678662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/9030960683400678662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-got-married.html' title='We Got Married.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5561856570513400361</id><published>2010-02-08T10:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:52:25.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Specially for Cynthia Lee Ee Ee:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;font-size:small;"&gt;Golden Eagles eat tortoises. They fly with the tortoise held in their talons and then drop the tortoise on a rock outcrop to break the shell open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5561856570513400361?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5561856570513400361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5561856570513400361' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5561856570513400361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5561856570513400361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/02/specially-for-cynthia-lee-ee-ee-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5051960695763820061</id><published>2010-02-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:52:12.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rewatched stairway to heaven. I swear Stairway to Heaven is the one series that makes me cry the most. And believe me. I don't usually cry at movies. =D Somehow, in korean movies, heroine's are mostly are so asinine they get bullied by the meaner rival. Refuses to stand up for themselves. No storyline otherwise. Just rewatched smilling pasta too. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheng Xiao Shi is by far the dumbest of them all. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The usual storyline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emagasia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/korean-drama-youre-beautiful-ost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I bet you can tell which is the girl right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJkWp1w98q0/Sx_XT3l64II/AAAAAAAAAD0/GWW_ZYjxd7I/s320/A.N.JELL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go Mi Nyu is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nun" title="Nun" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sister-in-training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(as in nunnery). When her identical twin brother Go Mi Nam successfully auditions into the musical band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=A.N.JELL&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="A.N.JELL (page does not exist)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(204, 34, 0); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A.N.JELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but is forced to leave for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to correct a botched plastic surgery effort, she is approached by his manager to pose as Mi Nam for the duration of his recovery. Against her wishes, Mi Nyu accepts in order to fulfill her brother's dream of finding their mother. Now, posing as Mi Nam, Mi Nyu enters the group A.N.JELL and meets its members; Hwang Tae Kyung, Kang Shin Woo and Jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Initially disliked by Tae Kyung, the group's leader and composer, Mi Nyu slowly falls in love with him, only to find herself entangled in a love triangle between him and Shin Woo. Jeremy also harbors a one-sided love for her despite not knowing she's a girl. Additionally, Mi Nyu finds herself rivaled against Yoo He Yi, an actress who also has feelings for Tae Kyung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;And naturally, 3 of them falls in love with her. Overall, the movie was funny and entertaining. Its so surreal that the chances of it happening in real life? Yeah. 2% maybe. Hahaha. I still think Park Shin-Hye's voice when she sings is too girlish to be assumed as a guy's voice. Seriously. Especially the song she sang for Han Tae Kwong when he asked during the audition thingi. The maria one. Haha. But, its ok la. Funny movie. At the first few chapters was cursing her for not paying attention to the second lead. He's been always been there for her, helping, but no, she has to go for the one with the mean attitude. Written by the Hong sisters who also written My Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hancinema.net/korean_drama_Sassy_Girl_v__Chun-hyang.php" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','3','','0CBcQFjAC')" style="color: rgb(34, 0, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Sassy Girl, Chun-hyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;, Hong Gil Dong. Yeah. A lot of LOL moments. Worth watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next movie on my list: Private Practice Season 2. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haven't posted the pics of Saturday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Legion was.. unexpected. Haha. I thought there'd be more angels coming to wipe out mankind. There were only two. And the whole movie was at one location only disregarding the place where the angel(forgot his name. Know the other one is Gabriel though) cut off his wings. =D Time passed quickly. Haha. Could see Kate Walsh there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The tooth fairy was funny. =D The rock wearing a dress. xD Typical family movie. Kids were cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5051960695763820061?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5051960695763820061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5051960695763820061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5051960695763820061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5051960695763820061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/02/movies.html' title='Movies~'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJkWp1w98q0/Sx_XT3l64II/AAAAAAAAAD0/GWW_ZYjxd7I/s72-c/A.N.JELL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-9195715788687055305</id><published>2010-02-02T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:35:21.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I've been surviving on korean dramas and storybooks. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest Kdrama I've watched: Hong Gil Dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Based on a fictional book about a Robin Hood in Korea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hong_Gildong" class="extiw" title="wikipedia:Hong Gildong" style="padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; background-image: none;"&gt;Hong Gildong&lt;/a&gt;, this drama is very loosely based off of that book and the time it was set in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hong Gil Dong was the illegitimate son of a high ranked minister. A local monk took him under his wing and taught him martial arts. Hong Gil Dong was inspired to fight for the injustice in this society that divided people into nobles and ordinary citizens whereby the former enjoyed all the privileges due solely to their birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The heroine, Heo Yi Nok, had just returned to Korea from China with her grandfather. They made their living by putting on shows and selling their special brand of medicine in the marketplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lee Chang Hwi had been told since he was young that he was the rightful heir to the throne which had been usurped by his half brother. He had also returned from his exile in China and was plotting to overthrow the emperor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The three got entangled in love, hate, loyalty and betrayal and only one side can win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hong_Gil_Dong"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hong_Gil_Dong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/imglanding?q=hong%20gil%20dong%20Jang%20Geun%20Suk%20smiling&amp;amp;imgurl=http://img2.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/07132008/2/4/7/f/247fb34d74bc20_full.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.crunchyroll.com/forumtopic-259224/whos-youre-favorite-3rd-wheel/%3Fpg%3D2&amp;amp;usg=__nKOupokcFZ0G2hR_YEUJW-v02Do=&amp;amp;h=479&amp;amp;w=600&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=FYAd6vF8PX_FaM:&amp;amp;tbnh=108&amp;amp;tbnw=135&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhong%2Bgil%2Bdong%2BJang%2BGeun%2BSuk%2Bsmiling%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1C1GGLS_enMY350MY357%26sa%3DN%26start%3D18%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ndsp=18&amp;amp;rlz=1C1GGLS_enMY350MY357&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;start=16&amp;amp;um=1#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;›&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 271px;" src="http://img2.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/07132008/2/4/7/f/247fb34d74bc20_full.jpg" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 491px;" src="http://images.salry087.multiply.com/image/6/photos/52/600x600/2/pic02.jpg?et=sSYfi792m%2CkbOLOnrtCJgg&amp;amp;nmid=74881071" id="photoimg" class="photoimg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice comedy. Laughed a lot. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heroine is the kind that is typically stupid in a way that the other two heroes would naturally fall in love with her because she makes them laugh when they have dark, gloomy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Prince more than Hong Gil-dong himself, probably cause I think he's more charismatic for all his dark, gloomy past. Haha. But I prefer the girl to be with Gil Dong. Haha. Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sad ending. Whats with me and all the bad endings these days. Seriously. Ok.. Its kinda up to your imagination for those who are desperately clinging on to the hope that Gil Dong and Yi Nok survived. Seeing those fire arrows, I sincerely doubt they lived. They don't show the dead bodies though. Well, Gil Dong survived when everyone thought he was dead. So... However, you know what the wise characters from books always say, "Death is the beginning of another journey". haha. And they went together. So, I guess, It was a happy ending. They were happy, for their short existence. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise the Prince was in Beethoven Virus. Have the cd. Haven't gotten around watching it yet. Saving it for Cny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful is another I'm planning of watching. The summary sounds cliche. But yet again, I guess I complain of cliche-ness when they have a happy ending and complain at sad endings too. Lol. I prefer cliche. Anyways, this stops here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started on my anime's. All waiting to be watched. Haha. Gonna start La Corda D'oro too.  Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-9195715788687055305?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/9195715788687055305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=9195715788687055305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/9195715788687055305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/9195715788687055305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-1956646781136287328</id><published>2010-01-28T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:17:12.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting: The trip we never thought would happen.</title><content type='html'>Day 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; came to my house for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; sleepover. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So funny. She said she was gonna "help me clean my room" cause when she came i was halfway cleaning. In the end, she ended up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt; and not helping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Or she was doing something la. Then she said she was gonna help pack my bag. In the end also didn't help. Got stuck at the first thing. Bring camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. couldn't find it. =D Come my room always talk nonsense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mia&lt;/span&gt; she. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;. I just realised we didn't take any picture that day. =O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. She fell asleep watching devil beside you. I slept a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with June&lt;br /&gt;June: Eh, I constipate la. Tomorrow sit bus how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;? Later I need to go toilet&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really ah?? Serious? I diarrhea.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Swt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; set the alarm for 5 am. But neither one of us heard the alarm. Next thing you know, my mom was pounding the door to wake us up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It was 6 am d. Good old mom. =D Without her sure as late as June d. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. took shower, went through checklist and got ready to go. =D We reached there the earliest. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; said the bus 7 leaving.. 7 nobody there also. -.- Then 7.15 the bus came. Finally. =D Took our seats at the last row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22447_277192882516_697382516_3935781_6648472_n.jpg" style="width: 396px; height: 297px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were mainly the noisemakers of the bus. Chatted till we all fell asleep one by one like flies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I did anyway. They complained I slept the most in the bus. We stopped for lunch at Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sotong&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. It was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt; d. But before we went uphill. Then finally we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Woohoooo&lt;/span&gt;!! We went to check-in but the counter wasn't opened yet. The dude said we had to wait an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237222654_672717654_3486640_2725244_n.jpg" style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while June, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; went to empty their over-flowing bladder, get their reload cards, buy marshmallow, I got to read my story book in peace. The summoning. Its kind of your average cliche, kids-with-super-powers-but-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;-think-they're-crazy thing. Like this girl who is a necromancer, she can see ghosts and raise zombies but they think she's schizophrenic and stuff. the saving the world thing. Yeah. Cliche but I like it. Want to get the second book. but its all the way in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;qb&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway.. back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt;. after waiting, we finally got our key. When we reached the room, We went all superstitious and did all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thingis&lt;/span&gt; like knocking loudly at the door, messing up our shoes, opening the taps and telling the "room" we were only staying for 3 days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Then we went and shopped. We tried on a couple of shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237237654_672717654_3486642_894104_n.jpg" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237252654_672717654_3486643_6329444_n.jpg" style="width: 394px; height: 295px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a few other clothes shops, went into mostly all the shops. I bought a mask. =D for fun. Yea, i know a waste of money. but i like it. Some places reminded me of the trip we had in std 4.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Waffles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237257654_672717654_3486644_277862_n.jpg" style="width: 394px; height: 295px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D We bought similar earrings and tattoo!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. We had the same tattoo's at the same places. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; didn't wanna put so it was just me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;cyn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237277654_672717654_3486646_3377671_n.jpg" style="width: 264px; height: 197px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237287654_672717654_3486647_2554544_n.jpg" style="width: 263px; height: 197px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we laughed and laughed as we played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Stacko&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237307654_672717654_3486649_3238949_n.jpg" style="width: 383px; height: 287px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;See? My book is pretty handy. Multipurpose wan. The only thing is I can't read it when waiting for my turn. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237322654_672717654_3486651_688278_n.jpg" style="width: 380px; height: 284px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; kept losing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. She lost three times in row. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; lost once. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; lost again. The last round was the most chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. We played till it was like... 30 something rows. We were like. cannot lose, must let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;cyn&lt;/span&gt; lose. Towards the end, we didn't dare breathe near it. as the slightest movement could enable it to tumble down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237377654_672717654_3486655_5665135_n.jpg" style="width: 344px; height: 459px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated. =D Towards the end, i read the manuals that said the person who stacked it before it falls down was the winner. Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; was me. So I was winning the whole time and didn't notice it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Wheeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.. June and I was the only one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt;. Played cards a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was sleepy. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Zzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor time. =D The weather was PERFECT. Thank you, God. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone woke up early. No prize for guessing who woke up last. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; We were so eager that we were so early, the ticket counters weren't open yet. Walked around till it finally opened. Then we went in. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237407654_672717654_3486657_5252524_n.jpg" style="width: 355px; height: 266px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #1: The Carousel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237412654_672717654_3486658_2389031_n.jpg" style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slow start. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. They wanted to sit. To feel like a kid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #2: The Pirate Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;. No pictures this ride. We forgot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. At this time, there were only us and a small bunch of guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; didn't get to sit her last row. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Not scary as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; and I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #3: The Go-Kart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237447654_672717654_3486660_4109947_n.jpg" style="width: 340px; height: 254px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S2cwf4ohWcI/AAAAAAAABck/_1JaVce4Wqw/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S2cwf4ohWcI/AAAAAAAABck/_1JaVce4Wqw/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433364799782214082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helmet stunk. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;seatbelts&lt;/span&gt; stunk. The worst of all? When I put on my helmet, one of the lens of my glasses popped out. Serious. And we had to move already. So i drove with one eye closed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But it was fun. Chatting while driving. Trying to overtake each other and bumping although its stated there no bumping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; has a pic of me in the car in her phone. Need to get her to transfer that to me. This is a ride that wouldn't be fun without friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #4: The Corkscrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237457654_672717654_3486661_1583862_n.jpg" style="width: 380px; height: 284px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again not as scary. I think they've lessen the nausea level so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; won't faint? Its just one part that you feel the adrenaline rush. We sat on twice. Before a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; came and we didn't want to line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #5: The Paddle Boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237462654_672717654_3486662_2125588_n.jpg" style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Py's&lt;/span&gt; dad told her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; drowned in this ride before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Our boat was damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;cacat&lt;/span&gt;. Go the opposite way wan. And some more sometimes cannot move. Either that or it moves the direction we DID NOT want to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; la. want her no 8 boat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #6: The Bumper Boats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237517654_672717654_3486667_1696639_n.jpg" style="width: 394px; height: 294px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored cause this was the first ride we actually had to queue up. So we started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;. A friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; couple saw us and helped us take pictures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. They asked questions la cause they're from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;. The boat helper for this ride was so surly man. Oh the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; couple took our picture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Noisy little things we were. Again, this is a ride that wouldn't be fun without friends. Got all wet when i bumped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; and June. Got wet when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; bumped me first. She did the honours. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Ppl&lt;/span&gt; driving nicely suddenly BUMP! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #7: The Rolling Thunder Mines Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237532654_672717654_3486669_3962438_n.jpg" style="width: 371px; height: 494px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237537654_672717654_3486670_661087_n.jpg" style="width: 337px; height: 449px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we teased &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;Py's&lt;/span&gt; height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237552654_672717654_3486672_4339377_n.jpg" style="width: 312px; height: 416px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;Hahha&lt;/span&gt;. Short is good la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And June ate her RM13.75 chicken rice which is exactly like Fatty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;Loh&lt;/span&gt; Chicken Rice which is at most RM4? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. My chicken chop was good. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;transfering&lt;/span&gt; some to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; I dropped my chicken. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Five second rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237577654_672717654_3486674_3118651_n.jpg" style="width: 322px; height: 241px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237597654_672717654_3486676_66577_n.jpg" style="width: 326px; height: 244px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another bunch of guys talking bout tattoo's. Asked them to take for us this pic. Then they asked us to take picture with them. Never seen female with tattoo's perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237607654_672717654_3486677_6369499_n.jpg" style="width: 339px; height: 254px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237622654_672717654_3486678_8142509_n.jpg" style="width: 360px; height: 270px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy family. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #8: The Flying Elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277237647654_672717654_3486681_1135440_n.jpg" style="width: 367px; height: 275px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lame ride after going on the coasters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. The thing is at first our elephant didn't want to go up. Then when the ride was finishing, it didn't want to go down! So as the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; were already at ground level, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; and I were stuck up there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt; started panicking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #9: The First Roller Coaster in Malaysia: Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237672654_672717654_3486684_8092390_n.jpg" style="width: 376px; height: 282px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 4 pictures taken while waiting in line. And all of the pictures, my face is contorted showing weird expressions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237682654_672717654_3486685_8243335_n.jpg" style="width: 326px; height: 433px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was FUN! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Not scary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. There was a hidden camera. We went to see our picture I was laughing while the rest were screaming..This expression: =O Very cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I would buy that picture. If it was cheaper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;Py's&lt;/span&gt; =O is priceless. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #10: The Flying Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277237687654_672717654_3486686_12507_n.jpg" style="width: 377px; height: 282px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;Py's&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;sau&lt;/span&gt; corner" part is the only part which i didn't feel was scary cause I was leaning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. She was like.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;OWwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #11: The Pirate Ship&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;This time it was fully packed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt; didn't get to sit at her last row again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone on this was just screaming for the camera. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. No real screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #12: The Pirate Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Lame. By far the lamest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing here except our white shirt glows. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I remember sitting this in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt; trip in primary school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #13: The Spinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures here cause we were all up there. Just feel the wind I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chocolate Shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the pictures I took over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284612654_672717654_3486854_5349112_n.jpg" style="width: 348px; height: 463px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #14: The Teacup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284682654_672717654_3486861_3329993_n.jpg" style="width: 330px; height: 247px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start till the end, he and his sister turned and turned. After it was over, he walked like it was nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #15: The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284697654_672717654_3486862_6797185_n.jpg" style="width: 337px; height: 252px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamer than the elephant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parrot land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277284717654_672717654_3486865_6705177_n.jpg" style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;Py&lt;/span&gt;: Yer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #15: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;Dinasaurland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While waiting..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277284732654_672717654_3486867_1479079_n.jpg" style="width: 327px; height: 245px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me. =D There's nothing like a toothless baby grin to you. =D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;Kawaiiiii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277284762654_672717654_3486870_2191711_n.jpg" style="width: 309px; height: 231px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat ride, June decided to feed the fish. Not with the fish granules &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;thingi&lt;/span&gt; they sell, MY bread. And its just as well.. The fishes didn't want to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S2cwfM3Bv_I/AAAAAAAABcc/MZ9NxSG0CmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S2cwfM3Bv_I/AAAAAAAABcc/MZ9NxSG0CmQ/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433364788031897586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her real expression. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284787654_672717654_3486874_4425717_n.jpg" style="width: 377px; height: 283px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was C-O-L-D up there. We kept snuggling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284792654_672717654_3486875_5998949_n.jpg" style="width: 342px; height: 456px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284802654_672717654_3486876_2304839_n.jpg" style="width: 312px; height: 416px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #16; The Ferris Wheel.&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129"&gt;Matahari&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There was a small kid crying in front of me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131"&gt;cyn&lt;/span&gt;. So I just told him,&lt;br /&gt;"Bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132"&gt;yau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; pa." and to my big surprise, he suddenly stopped crying and smiled. We all were like O.O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. My baby charms must be working on that day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. When he was going on his ride, he took out his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136"&gt;chut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137"&gt;chut&lt;/span&gt; tau and kissed us goodbye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_138"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277284847654_672717654_3486879_1724594_n.jpg" style="width: 360px; height: 269px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Up here also wanna take ah?Glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ride #17: The Cyclone again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The priceless thing was the pictures on our second time, the expressions, we still the same like the one in the first picture! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_139"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride #18: The Carousel. Our First and Last ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277284887654_672717654_3486883_1807628_n.jpg" style="width: 396px; height: 297px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to end with what we first started with. There was no one but us. The guy taking care of the ride was nice. Because there were nobody, (we were on the top part) We looked down and asked him if he could give us one more round. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_140"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. After awhile, other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_141"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; lined up, he looked up and asked us if he could stop a not (hand signals) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_142"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;. We were like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_143"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_144"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_145"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we observed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_146"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We watch two young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_147"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; girls taking out a cigarette and started smoking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_148"&gt;Cyn&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_149"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, look, they all so young smoking.&lt;br /&gt;June: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_150"&gt;Yala&lt;/span&gt;, to keep warm ma.&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_151"&gt;cyn&lt;/span&gt;: *stares at her* -.-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Keyword is young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_152"&gt;Py's&lt;/span&gt; bright idea, (she wanted to wait until the park closes and see how the guards shoo us away), we all sat on the park bench, playing verbal games. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_153"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; sitting at the bench beside us thought we were learning our alphabets. -.-' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_154"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. It was getting cold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_155"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. But we waited.&lt;br /&gt;Park closed at 7.&lt;br /&gt;At 7.10, no actions taken.&lt;br /&gt;At 7.20, no actions taken&lt;br /&gt;At 7.30, we give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_156"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. At 7.25, we began walking to the gate. We decided to wait till it was officially 7.30 before we exited. This June decides to do her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_157"&gt;dissapearing&lt;/span&gt; act as usual as she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_158"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; us and ran out of the gate while we stare at her clueless. She never showed any signs that she was angry or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_159"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;. If she wanted something, she could have opened her mouth and ask. And I know you will read this. I'm just saying, you should use your words. This isn't the first time you pulled something like this on us. In school? So many times.  Avoidance can't solve anything. Unless you're some assassin wanted by the cops. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_160"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I'm just saying, you should TALK. Tell us whats wrong. -.- Don't wan answer our calls. -.- I'm not angry. Or pissed. Just confused. -.- Next thing you know, Eunice says we bullied her. haha. Anyway, we went back to the hotel room, found her there. Cyn also emo. Haha. Thankfully it didn't last long. Gah. Next, we went down planning to get food. But we ended up... KARAOKE! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277284912654_672717654_3486887_7416302_n.jpg" style="width: 358px; height: 268px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first all we wanted to see was what songs they've got. Then I spotted the 1 credit and so we got a free song. Then we decided to look in other stalls if they have free credits too. Found another one. But Py pressed wrong. So one song gone. haha. Then we bought the credit and sang the night away.xD&lt;br /&gt;We sang.. 9 english songs, 9 mandarin songs, and 2 malay songs if i'm not mistaken. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277284942654_672717654_3486890_1024609_n.jpg" style="width: 354px; height: 267px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fun. But we were seriously monotonous. Hahaha. The point is, we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;We woke up kinda late today cause we had a late night the night before. Ok ok. I woke up late. Lol. No, I woke up cause they were being so noisy la. Interrupt my beauty sleep. haha. It was about 10. Decided to go up to the.. I forgot what hotel. Hahha. Highland hotel? Genting hotel? Haha. Anyway, it was high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22447_280720187516_697382516_3950456_4176755_n.jpg" style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't use our free tokens. This is fake playing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me saying I have a thing for mists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22447_280731002516_697382516_3950490_7393798_n.jpg" style="width: 364px; height: 273px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs237.snc3/22447_280731052516_697382516_3950493_1628248_n.jpg" style="width: 371px; height: 278px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22447_280752112516_697382516_3950552_1693212_n.jpg" style="width: 366px; height: 274px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs217.snc3/22447_280771707516_697382516_3950697_6038525_n.jpg" style="width: 352px; height: 264px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice even though it was cold. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277285147654_672717654_3486912_3443726_n.jpg" style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we makan-ed at sushi king...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277285042654_672717654_3486899_2631481_n.jpg" style="width: 194px; height: 144px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277285057654_672717654_3486900_1228769_n.jpg" style="width: 191px; height: 144px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20335_277285087654_672717654_3486903_1289832_n.jpg" style="width: 361px; height: 270px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led to a funny event where we tried to find out how to say welcome in japanese when the waiter says thank you for coming as he does with everyone. I said domo. Cyn said thats korean. Me and june remembered krystal teaching domo to us in Form 2. We decided to ask the waiter. The waiter says its &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'douitashi mashite'. We even smsed kelly. But remembered she was in NS then smsed Sabs. Hahaha. But look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:darkslategray;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.co.jp/Berkeley-Labo/6160/mastu-i4.gif" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domo.&lt;/b&gt;(sounds like domo for  major-domo)&lt;br /&gt;"Domo"is a very convenient word (expression),&lt;br /&gt;and frequently  used by native speakers. Thanks to the ambiguity of this word,(basically it is  an adverb meaning "very")&lt;br /&gt;this word can be used on various occasions.&lt;br /&gt;Such  as....&lt;br /&gt;When someone gives you a present, you can say "Domo", instead of  saying "Thank you".&lt;br /&gt;When you step on someone's foot on the train, you can  say,"Domo" instead of saying,"I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;When someone says thank you, you can say "Domo" instead of "Welcome".&lt;br /&gt;When someone died, you can say to  the bereaved family, "Domo" in a low voice, instead of saying, "My deepest  condolenses."&lt;br /&gt;When you visit someone, you can say "Domo", instead of saying,  "Long time no see! How are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.co.jp/Berkeley-Labo/6160/&lt;br /&gt;This way, you can save your breath.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha. Cynthia Lee Ee Ee. I'm still right. Muahahahahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20335_277285132654_672717654_3486910_1530098_n.jpg" style="width: 345px; height: 258px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wandered back to First World and wandered till it was time to go on the bus. Py merajuk cause cyn and I were stuck together or smth. So she did a dissapearing act on us too, smsing that she wanted to refill water and ignoring calls. -.- We were going to be late to the bus. June fretted that the bus would leave without us. Finally she came and we boarded the bus. Cyn told me, "No happy ending le" But it was. haha. In the bus everyone finally dropped their icy demeanor. This was one part i regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Py: This bus no tv la.&lt;br /&gt;me:*Indicating to the ceiling where there was like.. a shade thingi* There, maybe its LCD. Can slide down and open wan&lt;br /&gt;Py: No la, i don't think this bus that ho liao.(or smth i forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have betted with her!! Gahhhh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mr Sotong, we met a fellow georgian. The 1970s ones I presumed. Who spoke of the headmistress beings Mrs Perera or smth. haha. Moreover, she was in the choir group and spoke of the school's glory in winning the choir competition.. June and I just smiled in reply. Haha. Anyway, after Mr Sotong, the bus attendant, lowered the LCD tv in which I frantically pointed to PY. ahahahhahaha. Funny funny. We watched Avatar. Avatar was a good movie. If I've known we were watching it on the bus, I wouldn't have watched it with Jo they all that day. haha. But I guess, if I watched it in the bus, I wouldn't have gotten the jokes. We were the only ones watching. 4 of us. The other aunties and uncles slept. After the movie ended, we were noisy. Talking. The auntie in front kept turning back and stared at us everytime we laughed. Which was a lot. Finally nearing Penang, June said, "The next time she looks at us I'm gonna say HI!!!" haha. But too bad, the auntie never turned again. Ba d with our noise.Haha. Other ppl also start making noise by this time. And so, We had our Happy Ending. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeee. Post-Genting Symptoms. Hahahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-1956646781136287328?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/1956646781136287328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=1956646781136287328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1956646781136287328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1956646781136287328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/01/genting-trip-we-never-thought-would.html' title='Genting: The trip we never thought would happen.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S2cwf4ohWcI/AAAAAAAABck/_1JaVce4Wqw/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5380813103490215464</id><published>2010-01-22T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:53:36.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quest to search for the perfect guitar.</title><content type='html'>Jo fetched me from my house right on time. =o we agreed on 12. And 12 i went in her car. hahaha. First we tried evolution in gurney. There's one about 185 there that looks ok.. But dunno. We went out. Went to pastamania to makan. Hahaha. Me and ud were like the kids and Jo was the mother or smth. Cause we kept talking and laughing and saying lame stuff. Jo was like, "I need a coffee, I'm going to die". haha. Just like those parents when their kids are running amok. =( Nvm. Then we walked to Rhythm, Let joined us. Guitars there are lousy. The cheap ones anyway. Went Yamaha. Yamaha didn't have cheap ones. Then called dad, went to a shop in town. Hahaha. My dad asked us to go times square. After a few rounds, we finally made it to times square and we cheered. Then Jo went, "now, where?" hahah. Called again. Next was the quest to find Kajang Road. We went to and fro and back and forth, ask ppl.. Quote of the day,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Penang ppl using the Sign Boards, Liao lian&lt;/span&gt;" hahaha. We got lost for awhile. Its that Jo(driver) and Let(GPS) couldn't find that place. Me and Ud are useless in directions ans I'm hopeless anyway. Hahaha. After awhile we finally found it. We were like, the shop had better not be closed. Haha. It wasn't. Anyway, didn't get one there either. At least Ud, bought her pick. =D Then we all went back my house. Made milo for Let, Korean maggi for Ud, Cococrunch. Then we tried to play Ud's guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Me and Py wanted to go tesco. I met her in her house. She first called rapid. Rapid said the bus coming in 30 minutes. Waited at her hse for awhile then went down. We waited and waited and waited and made numerous calls to rapid. Lol. Same operator every time.&lt;br /&gt;We went from standing to squating(I squatted first) to sitting(PY sat first) on hot tar road. Called rapid. The stupid guy said that the bus had ALREADY passed the place. So we walked up to another bus stop. Halfway through, we saw THE BUS. The bloody bus who "already passed". We stuck out our arm to get him to stop but he didn't. I know he saw us. Grr. Then we chased after the bus. Like in the movies, you know, when the heroine chases after the bus for her lover and the bus doesn't stop? Yeah. Thats what she looked like, with her arms outstretched running after it. Hahaha. Still, it was a sight. And experience. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #1:  Get there in time to see Jing, Ze, Carmen, and KahMei at their break time&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Get there just as their break is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #2: Get there to talk and catch up with Alyaa.&lt;br /&gt;Reality: No time to talk as June wanted to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #3: Buy food for Genting trip&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Because of a misunderstanding, my mom came and fetch me and PY home early. So didn't buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Goal #4 was achieved: Pay June back her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Me and PY sat at the pool side. This auntie with this cute poodle who bears strong resemblence to my Pips. So I went to pet and talk to him. Then the auntie started asking me about poodles and their habits and yada yada. Had long talk. Py got to know where the auntie live, her age and everything. =D See? Haha. I'm usually shy and don't talk much to strangers. =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest movie I watched, Heartbreak Library. I admit the main reason I watched it is because I like both Yu Jin and Lee Dong Wook together. Haha. And they both starred in that show. Wanted to see them act together. The movie was a lil slow moving for my taste. I mean.. I usually just speed up the video sometimes. The movie overall was ok.. But what was in the letter!!!! I mean I get the part where I think it was all about letting go about certain things in our lives. Memories made it more painful but we are humans so we do undergo that process whether we like it or not. Some people are just fast in coping up with a loss but there are some that just takes too much time before realizing that “letting go” is an important step for one to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, curious to find out what she wrote for him. They never showed. We just see him tearing up the note and letting it drift down the mountain or smth. !!! However, I think its about her feelings for him and the mushy stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/09272008/b/1/b/b/b1bb67d78a0230_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 340px; height: 223px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img2.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/09272008/b/1/b/b/b1bb67d78a0230_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is not a screenshot of Lipton video commercial; It's one of those screenshots of a very critical moment in a film story that reveals to you the very hint of how the ending would be. This is a scene in &lt;strong&gt;Heartbreak Library &lt;/strong&gt;that says it all. When the credit rolls up at the end of the film, you will realise how much you should have seen it coming just by studying this screenshot. Because when I look back, I thought I should have seen the unfolding of the story coming just by looking at the eyes of both characters and the way they dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun-Oh (starring handsome heartthrob, Lee Dong-Wook) has been at the library every day since he lost his fiance. He believes that she has left him a note in one of the pages in the books at the library and he has to get hold of it. He has to know what it is that she has to tell him. She has hinted that her heart expression can be found at page 198. And so, he embarks on a mission to find that specific page 198 so that he knows how she really feels for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eun-Soo (starring Yoo Jin) is a senior librarian who works in the library that Jun-Oh goes to. She thinks he is weird because he is always in his black suit and tie - like one of those rich kids who shows-off occasionally at the library except that Jun-Oh is quiet and mysterious. She doesn't know about his mission until one day when he is caught tearing out pages from the library books. When she learns of his love tale, she decides to help him out in search of page 198. However, there are so many thousands book in the library. Where should they even begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Korean movies, especially those with a storyline as such. The general story idea is always simple, almost-predictable and yet, what makes it beautiful is the deep inspiration embedded in the story itself. It always reminds me that life is more than just survival; it's about embracing every breath that we have. In the case of &lt;strong&gt;Hearbreak Library&lt;/strong&gt;, it's about appreciating the hurtful past that shapes the person we are today and letting go of that special someone who will forever has a special place in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides a heartwarming story, &lt;strong&gt;Heartbreak Library&lt;/strong&gt; also touches your heart with its beautiful OST tracks. Even someone who doesn't understand Korean like me would appreciate the songs as the melody is filled with emotions infuser that makes you both smile and cry.&lt;br /&gt;-http://a-freaks-review.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartbreak-library.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its frankly, not something that I would watch twice or thrice, but its nice. In a way. The soundtracks was nice. After the movie ended I went to look for the soundtracks. I thought it sounded a bit like Kim Hyun Joong' s "Thank you". Cause of the voice and the beginning. Manatau that song really sang by SS501. Haha. Usually I wouldn't know bout korean groups, but because of my brief infatuation with Kim Hyun Joong cause of Boys over Flowers that I watched like May last year cause I got addicted when my mom was watching her KBS world. Lol. So I went and download the whole series. Only I had to wait for the episodes cause its not even released yet. So while waiting i was like Googling Hyun-Joong. and listening to his group songs. oh well. way past him now. Nat's the one obssessed now? Aren't you? hahaha. Terserong. Anyway, Hyun-Joong's voice is like kinda soft, calm, soothing kind. Its soft. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0k53zfh_jnE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0k53zfh_jnE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s his voice is the one in the start of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think the movie could have been a bit better with a mystery. i mean like she could left him a note which says somebody killed her or smth. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In IRIS, SA WOO AND HYUN JUN BOTH DIED!!!!! GAHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the impending conclusion to &lt;b&gt;IRIS&lt;/b&gt; taking place over the next 2 days, the original happy ending has actually been rewritten to end tragically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; According to a production staff, "&lt;i&gt;The original ending was that Hyun Joon (&lt;b&gt;Lee Byung Hun&lt;/b&gt;) and Seung Hee (&lt;b&gt;Kim Tae Hee&lt;/b&gt;) will resolve their differences with each other in the end. They will then end happily ever after as Hyun Joon places the wedding ring onto Seung Hee's finger. But the ending has been changed recently after several meetings between the director and writers, with the decision taken to kill off Hyun Joon. Just like what had happened in Hungary before, Hyun Joon will be blasted to pieces by a car bomb&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original novel novel was that Hyun Joon and Seung Hee will end up together. But Taewon Entertainment had already said beforehand that they would film a different ending, with many netizens trying to second-guess the ending all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for letting Hyun Joon die, many have offered their opinions. Some felt that the writers are hoping to create another climax with the death of Hyun Joon. Another said that since Lee Byung Hun had already declined to appear in the sequel, there was no point to let him continue living on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They killed him because he had to film the sequel to G.I. Joe. =o Just.. because of that...&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh. Grrrrr. Gishhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;My mood is totally ruined. Its like Akkarin dying all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, he could be alivc again in maybe like season 3 or smth? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with PY, KYE, JYSS and YGP the other day. Hiking first. =D Pictures will be up soon in fb. When i post there then i'll copy it over here.&lt;br /&gt;Then went Gurney.. Watched... i forgot what. I think I've watched practically everything in the cinema. Kalvinder was like, "You! Again!!" ahaha. There's a part. When KYE was going home..&lt;br /&gt;From June's blog(Or Eunice):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my Yu Yi and Hou Sam have to go back first. so split again cos Yu Yi went front door and Hou Sam is back door. so me and Lyn went with Eunice and PY went with Yu Yi. eh i still so sayang u k. hehe. hugs. it was sooo funny la the way dear Eunice interpret our every move. haha. i was standing in front of Lyn and her legs are under my body and i was like doing a 'horse stance' u know like those learnt in tae kwon do? haha. then i was splitting more already as her legs got wider. so yeah i was alert kay. but when ure beside that girl. no matter how alert. sure gone! haha. so there i go, landed on my right ass. and i told them i was alert. so they asked why u still fall? of course la i was imbalance! and my rubber's quality ( i meant my shoes) is good ma so it halted and i jerked. then they started laughing. i was so blurr. so Eunice say it all over again. my leg and Lyn's split. then i falled. and the rubber with the better quality. so u guessed it! haha. so we had to re-run the whole scene as Lyn record it down. but not so funny as the first one. but still! we laughed til Eunice's mom's call came. so we walked her to the car and waved goodbye. that day was fun. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm isn't your forte when you're typing it out, my dear Eunice. . Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact words were(i recorded):&lt;br /&gt;Okay. When she try to attack me right, I was ready for her. I try to open bigger.Open bigger d, but I lost balance. Cause the rubber is good quality ma, wait, its not good quality, its better quality, its ADIDAS. So I spread my legs open for equilibrium, then instead of that, because of the GOOD QUALITY RUBBER,She suddenly jerked and I fell on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, read it normally, clean thoughts. Thats what happen.&lt;br /&gt;Second, read it with a twisted mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEah. Lol. Eunice. SHe's like the dirty converter I tell you. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the most last minute plan I've ever made. haha. During piano class, I received Ud's message saying that Its Urgent and to call her back. When i got home, i called her. And we didn't buy Jo's present yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So how?&lt;br /&gt;Ud: Where to buy? Bt Ferringhi?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah.. Can ah. Its about 7(pm) now.&lt;br /&gt;Ud: I'm free now. You ready d ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea. I just came home.You wanna go? Now? Serious ah??&lt;br /&gt;Ud: Yea, serious la. Come down in 30 minutes. you better be there when the bus comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how I barrelled down my hill. hahaha. and went bt ferringhi. First time come back with bus. I mistaken the floating mosque and pressed the bell thingi early. Bus stopped. Everyone looked at me. I didn't go down. ahhaha. So embarrased. haha. Luckily in the bus got one guy and a couple tourist only. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar quest again today. Failed again. Haha. I think must bring my dad along to bargain la. I cannot punya. Yterday me and Ud also didn't bargain when buying le. Gah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday JO! (picture later) =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5380813103490215464?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5380813103490215464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5380813103490215464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5380813103490215464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5380813103490215464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/01/quest-to-search-for-perfect-guitar.html' title='The Quest to search for the perfect guitar.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-643881959945854884</id><published>2010-01-14T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:19:15.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dropping by to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://hometownsports.e-siteworks.com/nss-folder/pictures/Life%20Is%20Good.jpg" src="http://hometownsports.e-siteworks.com/nss-folder/pictures/Life%20Is%20Good.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://web.cs.wpi.edu/~claypool/gif/life-is-good-walk.gif" src="http://web.cs.wpi.edu/%7Eclaypool/gif/life-is-good-walk.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... Ppl are going around burning churches at what not... Nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_326/1224682865ovnDUa.jpg" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_326/1224682865ovnDUa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;=D=D=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyways, just finished yet another series. "Rivals", korean drama. Plot, okla. It seems that the two guys are forever "overhearing or just-at-the-right-time" there to hear the other talk to the girl about love or stuff. -.- okla the show. few illogical parts. like if it wasn't a big deal to announce that the presidents' son had a son, why didn't they just announce it 8 years ago??!! of course, if they did there would be no drama. but still!!! Anyway, don't really like the ending.  It was kinda like up to the audience to decide who you want the girl to be with. I kinda want her to be with her bodyguard rival, gwang-pil... but the other guy, Soo Ho is better looking. hahaha. If it was Jung Joon Ho or Yoo Min-Hyuk who played the part of gwang-pil, man i'll be rooting for gwang-pil&lt;br /&gt;i think the director pointed the ending towards Soo Ho. I think gwang-pil deserves her more!!! unsatisfied!haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-643881959945854884?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/643881959945854884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=643881959945854884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/643881959945854884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/643881959945854884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-dropping-by-to-say.html' title='Just dropping by to say...'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3308300672696966316</id><published>2010-01-08T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:39:47.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lookback on my New Year Resolutions '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;New Year Resolutions '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop being addicted to neopets  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;failed. Gah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start practicing for Grade 8 piano exam(and actually pass) haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I did pass. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start studying seriously at least a month before exam &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do all my homework.ugh.(lost 10 marks for accounts!!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start a list for my dvd's!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Forgot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop switching on my laptop everyday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think there were some days i didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be more patient with *somebody*.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Done. =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write out a schedule that i'll actually follow  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well.. If i never actually written down one.. I guess it counts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read storybooks but study. get my priorities sorted!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do my best for spm!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i didn't exactly follow the resolutions. Gah 4/10. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;New Year Resolutions '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have Fun! =D =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Eel. Sherlock Holmes is amazing. =D Loved it. Ate at... I suddenly forgot the name of the shop. Nvm. Its that ice cream place next to A &amp;amp; W.  Was fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoQ6zoLV49k/S0de3Ye461I/AAAAAAAABfw/iiWs2IM7DvQ/s1600-h/16847_238450367516_697382516_3784901_1451086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoQ6zoLV49k/S0de3Ye461I/AAAAAAAABfw/iiWs2IM7DvQ/s320/16847_238450367516_697382516_3784901_1451086_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424408581748878162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ze, Py, GloFish. Copied from Ze's blog. Sorry my dear friends, for copying so frequently. But i'm so lazy to type. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went out with I-Lyn, Tze Ni and Pei Ying on Wednesday. It was FUN! Had lunch at 600cc. Watched The Vampire's Assistant and Did You Hear About the Morgans?. Vampire's Assistant sucks. I don't like it. Morgans was a comedy so yes, it was okay. Hugh Grant is funny. =D Oh, then we walked around too. I had Big Apple for tea. See, I can eat a lot. That was the last time we would be seeing Tze Ni. She went to KL today. So yeah.. Everyone is leaving. Okay, 3 at least. Fong, Wei Yen and Tze Ni. Sigh.. Joanne too I think. To KL. Not sure. This feeling is terrible.. I hate to be parting with them. Life is so gonna change after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefered Darren Shan over Morgans. Did you hear about the Morgans is some cliche, predictable story. Would have been boring without friends. hahaha. Tze Ni was doing the love shaped thing everytime they kissed. =D Sang along to the Michael Buble song. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach outing with June and GloFish.&lt;br /&gt;Started with TzeNi coming over after lunch. She watched Gossip Girl in my room, i watched Full House outside. June came. Dad fetched to the beach. I think we asked like 15 different ppl to take pics for us.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766282654_672717654_3308760_6581908_s.jpg" alt="" class="UIPhotoGrid_Image" onload="this.fb_loaded = true;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766387654_672717654_3308768_3077097_n.jpg" style="width: 316px; height: 210px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766407654_672717654_3308770_6863909_n.jpg" style="width: 316px; height: 210px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766392654_672717654_3308769_8310616_n.jpg" style="width: 327px; height: 218px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766412654_672717654_3308771_6144373_n.jpg" style="width: 464px; height: 348px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766427654_672717654_3308773_8219602_n.jpg" style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766447654_672717654_3308775_3326339_n.jpg" style="width: 377px; height: 282px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766462654_672717654_3308776_6646094_n.jpg" style="width: 382px; height: 286px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766482654_672717654_3308779_1993129_n.jpg" style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766487654_672717654_3308780_6247318_n.jpg" style="width: 379px; height: 284px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766537654_672717654_3308786_745037_n.jpg" style="width: 396px; height: 296px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766542654_672717654_3308787_2260073_n.jpg" style="width: 410px; height: 307px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766587654_672717654_3308791_6995046_n.jpg" style="width: 399px; height: 300px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766597654_672717654_3308792_6802972_n.jpg" style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766677654_672717654_3308802_4913398_n.jpg" style="width: 388px; height: 290px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766722654_672717654_3308806_7254662_n.jpg" style="width: 385px; height: 513px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame I tell you. You know what she said she was doing? She said she was COMMUNICATING with the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766792654_672717654_3308815_1777773_n.jpg" style="width: 378px; height: 283px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232766822654_672717654_3308819_3875211_n.jpg" style="width: 379px; height: 285px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232766847654_672717654_3308821_976098_n.jpg" style="width: 383px; height: 287px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in the hotel to wait for my dad. Talked bout a lot of things. Private things? =D then we got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232767012654_672717654_3308836_6726760_n.jpg" style="width: 379px; height: 284px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obscenities in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232767032654_672717654_3308838_3396389_n.jpg" style="width: 365px; height: 273px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to act graceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232767062654_672717654_3308840_3728756_n.jpg" style="width: 386px; height: 289px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs144.snc3/17135_232767082654_672717654_3308843_7764914_n.jpg" style="width: 398px; height: 298px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs124.snc3/17135_232767102654_672717654_3308846_1793382_n.jpg" style="width: 401px; height: 300px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ud and let. Ud was just talking bout the past. Primary school days. Was gonna blog bout it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to have a post about all my beloved friends. I'm amazed that I still keep in contact with ppl that i never thought would contact me. =D =D Pretty happy with Life now. =D Will post that when i have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3308300672696966316?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3308300672696966316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3308300672696966316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3308300672696966316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3308300672696966316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/01/lookback-on-my-new-year-resolutions-09.html' title='A lookback on my New Year Resolutions &apos;09'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoQ6zoLV49k/S0de3Ye461I/AAAAAAAABfw/iiWs2IM7DvQ/s72-c/16847_238450367516_697382516_3784901_1451086_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2554353969191141014</id><published>2010-01-08T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:12:25.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was halfway written before i went for holidays and i never posted it yet. Now completed and posted. =D</title><content type='html'>Lets start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629387654_672717654_3140498_921602_n.jpg" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Music Class '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at about 12 although music exam was at 2 something. We wanted to do group study which reminds me.. THANK YOU TZENI. Hahaha. If you hadn't mentioned about Zaman Klasikal, I wouldn't have read that part cause it has already came out. XD So we questioned each other till more and more ppl came and i found it harder and harder to concentrate. But you know, i felt like its a scene in a movie.. I was listening to ppl arguing and discussing about music.. my mind captured the moment where we all sat in the circle all chaotic. Does that sound too mushy? haha. Oh rewind. Before that, our friendly school cat who is pregnant saw us sitting there and made a beeline towards us. First thing it did, sat on my music notes. =D then it went from carmen to tze ni to me. hahaha. tze ni was like saying, "no don't come here" with her hands spread apart in front of the cat. and the cat walked right in the space and butted her head there. hahahahha. damn funny. at that time. =D Finally went in, last minute cram about Nobat and stuff. NOBODY spotted zaman klasikal. haha. A lil distracted looking at the time. Halfway there, sabrarosh already passing up her paper and going out.. i was like =o haha. i could see like at the end of the last 5 minutes, everyone was looking at the clock. =D took pic with the invigilators, they're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15438_199629482654_672717654_3140510_7721213_n.jpg" style="width: 385px; height: 289px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD tzeni, cyn, june and I waited for my father.. took obscene pictures, went to makan at *checks eunice's blog*Hot and Roll first stop cause we were all starving. i ordered double. Cyn was being UN innocent which i can say is totally not my fault. Honestly. Just because she sat beside me for 3 whole years in a row doesn't mean i corrupted her.. haha. Its Eunice i'm telling you. Anyway, this is what happened*copies from eunice's blog and edits it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Hot and Roll.&lt;br /&gt;Right before that, KIL and Cyn were laughing like sickos and i was staring at them like "Werrrt?" Then, KIL explained, "you know what she said just now?*points at Cyn*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: No. What?&lt;br /&gt;KIL: *Laughs* she said, "I-Lyn look, the banana so big!"&lt;br /&gt;Eunice:*laughs and then looks puzzled* where got banana?&lt;br /&gt;KIL: *Pushes Cyn's head with her finger* You see! Even Eunice can't see the banana!&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: What?!? It's there la! *points at banana*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told the banana is indeed big and long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KIL blamed me for corrupting Cyn.&lt;br /&gt;So I defended for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice:What?She just said the banana is big. YOU'RE the one thinking dirty.&lt;br /&gt;KIL:Out of all the things here, she just HAD to pick the bananas is it? can't say the tray very big ka? and she gave me that *look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After a while-&lt;br /&gt;*the lady *ahem* plucks out a banana and starts chopping it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Cyn:Look, She's cutting the bananas.. Owww..&lt;br /&gt;KIL: -.-&lt;br /&gt;Eunice:*defends Cynthia again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Later on-&lt;br /&gt;*the lady hands KIL her banana chocolate crispy pancake*&lt;br /&gt;KIL asks Cyn to hold her pancake for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Cyn passes it to Eunice and Eunice thinks thats her meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice:Which one is mine?&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: The one with the bananas&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: *gives her a look*&lt;br /&gt;KIL: SEE?? Out of all the things in there she just HAD to say the bananas. She's obssessed with bananas i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Ok.. I think i'm gonna be with i-lyn for this one. Got all kinds of things in here and you say bananas. You defend yourself d.&lt;br /&gt;Cyn:Weiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Zombieland after that. Damn funny movie. And i realised we did all the rules the movie asked us to do. Except of course, our world is not infested with zombies. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rule#1: &lt;/span&gt;Cardio&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; -We certainly done this as we barrelled down from the cinema floor to my dads car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #2: Beware of Bathrooms&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha. Ok. We didn't bring a gun in the bathroom, but we certainly was extra cautious.. Right? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 3: Seatbelts- I certainly did this. The ppl in the backseat didn't. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 4: Doubletap- Does it count when i tapped PY's head twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 5: No Attachments- We were all single. Except June. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 6: Travel in a Group&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done and done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yada, yada, yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to take lala pictures with the cacated machine. The thing is we took so long and my dad was waiting. Felt kinda bad. Its like treating him like a cab. And eunice, that didn't shut me up. After that i asked you to just choose one that you'll like instead of something other ppl picked. Didn't you hear me? Haha. Then as i said, we did cardio by racing down the escalators. and they were like magic i told you. I got in the front seat. and was like gonna the ppl behind me to squueze in but when i turned behind, voila, they're all seated inside. 6 ppl. in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15438_199629542654_672717654_3140519_5021253_n.jpg" style="width: 328px; height: 246px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 somewhere hidden&lt;br /&gt;hhahaha. on the way there, we stopped at this traffic light. There was a bus beside us. The bus drivers eye nearly popped out when he saw them all squeezed behind. I saw him like.. counting.. then he raised 7 fingers at me and gave us a thumbs up. hahaha. Eunice waved goodbye to him. Later, we arrived at pesta and bought the tickets and got in. There's a part where somehow Tze Ni torn her ticket in the middle of the dotted lines cause she thought it was for 2 ppl and when she entered (upon entrance) she asked if it's okay to enter with the ticket already torn like this. The guy, with a serious face, told her, "no you can't, you gotta buy another one."&lt;br /&gt;Tze Ni went, "Huh?!" HAHAH Tzeni(the guy was just kidding). After that, we went for that ride that swings us up and down. Its like you experience free fall and then it swings you up again. Yeah. It was worth 8 bucks.I sat with Eunice, TzeNi sat with Cyn. I think there were times we were free falling upside down. The first free fall i was like. Oh My God. And i didn't scream. I don't scream when i'm scared or angry or whatever. I dunno why. I keep it in me? haha. The second time i learn to relax. The going up part was fun, its like we're at the top of the world and the sky is within our reach. To look down on all the tiny ppl staring at us, then we free falled, the second or third time me and eunice just screamed. for fun. hahaha. we just went ooooooaaaaa. hahahaha. talk in between when the thing was not in motion, fall again, scream. =D fun fun. We came down. Took a pic right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629562654_672717654_3140522_8383995_n.jpg" style="width: 409px; height: 306px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyn kena papah by tzeni. Tzeni liked the free fall. Hyperactive glofish. *shakes head*. haha. The rest just stared at us. June said she could see that my eyes was openand asked how did we keep our eyes open when we were free falling. Next, Guat Phing wanted to ride that X-thing. Me, Eunice, Tzeni, and cyn excused ourselves. We were still a bit woozy. Haha. They went and ride. I'm never riding that thing they rode. It just went round and round. Watching them made me dizzy. Haha. I hate things that make me dizzy. Its an unplesant feeling. June came down and said she felt like vomiting. So we just wandered around to look for.. Normal games. We spotted that thing that went up and down the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15438_199629572654_672717654_3140524_7888393_n.jpg" style="width: 354px; height: 265px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That. Wasn't scary. -.- We shouted loads of things.. haha. That thing had to ascend at a certain height then you know its going to plummet suddenly, like free falling, again. So on the way up.. we were like.. Lets shout "Spm is over", "Friend's forever" etc, etc. While the girl beside Tzeni was freaking out. HAhaha. TzeNi said she kept berdoa-ing and prayed for the ride to stop. hahaha. Then we sat the bumper cars. Then we had to go somewhere quieter cause june was gonna hurl. Sat down ate, see what they were selling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629602654_672717654_3140529_2660095_n.jpg" style="width: 419px; height: 558px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TzeNi had to go already, then everyone followed my car, dropped them at PY's house then cyn, june and i bought maggie mee and some mushroom soup. We were all so exhausted but went to cook and ate. I think it was past our sleeping period or something cause we all were laughing madly at little things. Cyn got paranoid from Zombieland.&lt;br /&gt;She:&lt;br /&gt;-refused to go out without the lights on&lt;br /&gt;-insisted that my room door should remain closed at all time cause apparently there is "wind" although all the windows are closed&lt;br /&gt;-refuse to go out herself&lt;br /&gt;-ask me why am i sleeping so far away when i'm right beside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice's post which is so touching *sniff sniff*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't sound too awesome for the BEST DAY OF MY LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's because i cut short the story.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The awesome part is not in the blog post.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's in the names of the people who were there. My friends.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KIL, my ex girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyn, my sister.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June, my 'husband'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guat Phing, my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pei Ying, my friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tze Ni, my ex-buddy&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's rewind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After music, I went home to change and went to Queensbay for a movie, Zombieland and then i went to buy the book i want from Borders (i won't be taking the gay photo at the booth) and i got to pesta and play the game alone and arrived home at 11.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think it'd be awesome.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The movie would be as awesome as possible but without the friends. It'd be nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The book is an execption, it's an individual move.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The photo, even though it's gay but (my photo isn't gay)it has our faces there and the memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ride, it wouldn't be fun to scream for fun alone. KIL has to be beside me for the fun to be there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KIL, Cyn, June, Pei Ying and Guat Phing, it wouldn't be awesome at all without y'all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just laughed and laughed the night away. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning after limited hours of sleep, woken up to june and cyn who already showered and already was ready. it so figured. lol. dragged myself up. met tzeni there. It was fun.. Tzeniiiiii.. after i come back we must go again! immediately. brought out a few dogs, mingled, cleaned their poo, watch them playfully steal the dog rawhide from each other. we even gave them our names based on their characteristics. hahaha. the big bully is me. he snatches away the rawhide easily from the other dog, who is cyn. she stares at me munching it. june is the other one who occasionally comes and makes me chase her. and the last dog is tze ni who was chewing her rawhide at a safe distance away from us. hahhaa. the pekinese was too adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15438_199629682654_672717654_3140538_6945252_n.jpg" style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629722654_672717654_3140543_4961289_n.jpg" style="width: 343px; height: 457px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs these days ah.. So perverted. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629757654_672717654_3140548_3153642_n.jpg" style="width: 346px; height: 461px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to think someone could abandon them. june looked to scared to touched the dogs, seriously. cyn was.. ok la. but scared also. haha. she trauma d after her dog bit her hand. there were malay utm students who work as vets there. they touched dogs and everything which got us wondering. oh. there was a time and and cyn brought the dogs back to their kennel. i was putting my dog back when i heard cyn screaming my name and the dogs started snarling and biting each other. cyn ran to i didn't know where at that time and tried to pull them apart. i had to prise the teeth off the other dog. lol. and finally carried one dog up when cyn came running with reinforcements,(the other students in training) they saw everything was ok and headed back. hahaha. she reminds me of those ppl who see ppl fighting in the street and calls the police. a wiser thing to do. hahaha. played smore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629637654_672717654_3140534_5608448_n.jpg" style="width: 383px; height: 287px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rottie.. Tzeni!! We were supposed to go and see him again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs087.snc3/15438_199629852654_672717654_3140561_3257695_n.jpg" style="width: 376px; height: 285px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for lunch. tzeni's mom belanja-ed. if i knew her mom was gonna belanja i would have told tze ni that we all walk to the makan place la. Then went prangin, bought my cds, cyn went back, me and june took the bus to gurney. from the stop we both agreed that we were sleepy and crashed in my aunts place as its just on the way to gurney. we fell asleep till my cousin came and offered to fetch us there. walked around. june was feeling sick. just that morning itself when cyn and i were sneezing, she was boasting about how great her immune system was. we took a bus home. got home. gave her panadol, water. asked her to sweat it off. got her to sleep with the fan off. gave her a home made kool-fever thingi. haha. her temperature was a lil better but still hot. went for ari's bday party. Haha. It was funny. But nice. =D then balik rumah. Crashed on the bed. June felt better the next day. See? my treatment worked! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, was so tired i didn't hear my alarm woke up when wei yen called cause i'm supposed to fetch her and said.. we were supposed to meet at 10!! i groggily asked what time it was and she said its 10! hahaha. i was like. oh ok. coming!! hahahaa. reached there, makan dim sum. tze ni's car had ants, we went to the car wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15438_199629887654_672717654_3140565_7856320_n.jpg" style="width: 404px; height: 303px;" id="myphoto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just copy from Carmen's blog what happened next cause its mostly the same. Except she drived TzeNi's car. Haha. I just sat in the car and freaked out with everyone. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to some, I don’t know, gift shop (expensive gift shop) and have a look. When e were about to get going, we found out that Tze Ni’s car have some spider-like insects! So, we use a sunshade to ‘alas’ and quickly drove to the nearest car wash in town and got it vacuumed. The guy was reluctant to clean up the mess for us when we told him that there’s some insect underneath the seat. =.=” We paid him for the service you know! It only cost RM 5 because I guess the boss pitied us and the best part was, Tze Ni almost banged his pole! Lol. That day was really interesting and fun. There are a lot more stuffs coming when we arrive in Gurney. =D&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After everything was cleaned, we went to Pn Mahani’s place and have lunch. We went into her house and took some pictures with the ‘bersanding’ place and also with teacher herself. We couldn’t make it for the wedding ceremony as it will start at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="14"&gt;2pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. We left after that and we each got a bunga telur. I wanted the nicer ones, the usual ones but instead, we got the simple packed one. In a pink net bag…Oh well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The weather was so warm and we were sweating like mad. We then continued our journey to Gurney and the best part is coming: THE PARKING LOT! We went to the basement parking and we round twice or even thrice and still can’t find a place. When we finally saw one, Tze Ni was having difficulty in turning in. The people behind us honked like mad but what can we do? Then, Tze Ni asked me to part. My heart was like pumping so hard, I was extremely nervous plus I can’t drive MANUAL! Not after driving auto for 2 months. Since, I couldn’t make it for the parking as the people behind are really losing their cool, at the same time making all of us ‘pek chek’, I had to go one more round and come back to that spot. Still, I can’t do it. So, I return the car to the original driver and we still can’t park in that crampy little lot even with the help of a aunty. She was also fed up seeing us unable to park that lot. Then, she saw that there’s a car leaving at the front, so she asked us to park there instead and FINALLY… PHEW!!! We did it! I think we spent around 30 minutes in the car park. We were all so relieved when we finally parked. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we get into the mall, you can actually see that all of us that were in Tze Ni’s car were looking really exhausted. I guess all those drastic adrenaline rush had converted lotsa glucose into energy. Wait, am I getting the bio facts right? Lol I just remember there’s something to do with the adrenaline thingy. Lol After SPM, I really threw everything out of my mind you see. =D&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We walked on, shop to shop, floor to floor to search for our friendship band. But in the end, we still didn’t manage to get the perfect one. It’s either too expensive, not enough stock or not agreeable by everyone. Oh well, even if we couldn’t find the friendship band, I guess it’s ok so long as we still remember each other in our hearts and we make it to the ‘reunion’ that we planned 3 years ahead. Guess we manage to meet up then? I truly hope we would. =)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, that day was really fun and it was a once in a life time experience with Tze Ni! It had really created a great memory for the end of my high school life. Really enjoyed myself that day. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38YP1NnI/AAAAAAAAANM/-UWOb6BmbnM/s1600-h/16237_199007043982_672453982_3039390_6365233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38YP1NnI/AAAAAAAAANM/-UWOb6BmbnM/s320/16237_199007043982_672453982_3039390_6365233_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314074632304242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch at Pn Mahani's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38FYdBZI/AAAAAAAAANE/HMr0viAjVcw/s1600-h/16237_199007063982_672453982_3039392_7685002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38FYdBZI/AAAAAAAAANE/HMr0viAjVcw/s320/16237_199007063982_672453982_3039392_7685002_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314069568193938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In front of the 'bersanding' platform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38lmlF4I/AAAAAAAAANU/28jc2sZ-d5s/s1600-h/16237_199007103982_672453982_3039397_7248027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38lmlF4I/AAAAAAAAANU/28jc2sZ-d5s/s320/16237_199007103982_672453982_3039397_7248027_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418314078217377666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Gurney&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2554353969191141014?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2554353969191141014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2554353969191141014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2554353969191141014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2554353969191141014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-was-halfway-written-before-i-went.html' title='This was halfway written before i went for holidays and i never posted it yet. Now completed and posted. =D'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_05BukTuQMDo/SzG38YP1NnI/AAAAAAAAANM/-UWOb6BmbnM/s72-c/16237_199007043982_672453982_3039390_6365233_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-8737042532305434586</id><published>2010-01-07T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:49:09.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah: The land of the head-hunters. Muahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;=D Ok.. I've been back for awhile but was too lazy to start typing everything. Then i got involved in grey's anatomy. Had been Grey marathoning. Started out from season 1. Finally watched everything that they have. Long long way. xD Now i can get started on my other movies. Anyway,Sabah trip, lazy to go in detail. I'll let the pictures do the talking since my dad has already uploaded everything.Just copy and paste. In random order... Oh and in the museums i read about Von Overbeck, Edward Dent, SBUB again. Lol. Right after Spm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kohsaikhim/SABAHKOTAKINABALUPARK" class="gphoto-album-cover-link"&gt;SABAH-KOTA KINABALU PARK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kohsaikhim/SABAHKOTAKINABALUPARK" class="gphoto-album-cover-link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 218px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8EYvr9sVI/AAAAAAAAQZo/lMgOfGE7HyE/s720/DSC_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from my hotel or resort or whatever you call it. Yup, thats Mt Kinabalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8FYLMKArI/AAAAAAAAQbI/VJ2trQWKkzE/s720/DSC_0107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our breakfast place. Went there twice. Mt Kinabalu behind. Yes, i look like i just woke up. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 321px; height: 214px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8EwUEeiqI/AAAAAAAAQaY/Mk7v2Y38wtk/s720/DSC_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market thingi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 219px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8GMQx6iqI/AAAAAAAAQcI/oq2seUQesOI/s720/DSC_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went hiking. Not that tough. Hiking is more fun when the temperature is cold. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 229px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8IA-0HwWI/AAAAAAAAQes/xzGT2c8VsBU/s720/DSC_0183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea what he is doing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 229px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8HrX-3-QI/AAAAAAAAQeE/AHIxnfT02_c/s720/DSC_0165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smallest ginger plant or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 218px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8G2pUahaI/AAAAAAAAQcw/KVqLuAzY8Vo/s720/DSC_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild mushrooms. Cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 216px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8GXQQ6RoI/AAAAAAAAQcY/LRH_dcm2y3k/s720/DSC_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.. Moss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 219px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8F20WOPrI/AAAAAAAAQbw/mt8wD8HOVZw/s720/DSC_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summit trail. If you wanna hike Mt. Kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 231px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8FL5x5LLI/AAAAAAAAQa0/D3lwr5Eaaew/s720/DSC_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ Canopy Walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 228px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8IQ2A5I8I/AAAAAAAAQe8/lm_wUSRY70Q/s720/DSC_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near Kinabalu. Yup. Thats all my family members that went. 16 ppl. Like a tour group huh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 220px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8Iwq4MV_I/AAAAAAAAQfo/O-DStotynPI/s720/DSC_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. And saw the oh-so-famous Rafflesia. Nope, didn't stink. Dies in 5 days. Takes 9 months to grow. Not very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 220px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8IoVj28-I/AAAAAAAAQfU/JzOtKPUqzIc/s720/DSC_0201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was in pain. Time of the month. That day was hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 222px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8IewTTUMI/AAAAAAAAQfI/bgzm4N6zdso/s720/DSC_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in textbooks. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8JPr5TQlI/AAAAAAAAQgI/PLWRcHC4Cv0/s720/DSC_0219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this pic cause usually can't see durians that grows so low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 225px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8JsLPrSpI/AAAAAAAAQgs/SFPKQfHBZfU/s720/DSC_0233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More canopy walks. This one led to the hot springs which weren't hot. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 204px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8J9zoS2uI/AAAAAAAAQhI/4MqzLs0jutc/s720/DSC_0240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboats were good in cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 209px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8LfW_WewI/AAAAAAAAQjA/0qPCQ_j9aCY/s720/DSC_0271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should go in some advertisment that says, "Go green! " or something... LOL/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 207px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8KFTTrtKI/AAAAAAAAQhQ/STLs1yu6FW4/s720/DSC_0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mist. Don't know why. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 203px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8LteT2jOI/AAAAAAAAQjM/W2hXYg2Wl8Y/s720/DSC_0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8NZTRrpEI/AAAAAAAAQlc/tAkHN7XQUtY/s720/DSC_0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell bout the war and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 204px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8PVTF0VwI/AAAAAAAAQno/SUEUhT9UzWE/s720/DSC_0350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being patriotic. At first he stood at the wrong flag. -.-' I like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 445px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8PLZv6WZI/AAAAAAAAQnc/xcBoOSxJWMM/s512/DSC_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice poem. One of the soldiers wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kohsaikhim/SABAHKudat" class="gphoto-album-cover-link"&gt;SABAH-Kudat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 241px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8WEzFu5uI/AAAAAAAAQqA/3M3Okomq5bk/s720/DSC_0383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best prawn I have tasted in my life. And by saying that is Major. Cause i don't like prawns and never eat them. This was like my 5th before i remembered to take a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 244px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8We5wXuvI/AAAAAAAAQqo/vGWlROWby_8/s720/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on cow dung wile taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8WqrojF1I/AAAAAAAAQq4/t55DKpxv9zQ/s720/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 244px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8XDzsFPLI/AAAAAAAAQrk/8tompkLKtZ0/s720/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 241px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8XOcMEzqI/AAAAAAAAQr4/O2qnQ0oi0sE/s720/DSC_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8X71m_gFI/AAAAAAAAQs4/LF3pTNdw6Mc/s720/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place called, "the tip of borneo" and "ears of borneo" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8YJ8ix2DI/AAAAAAAAQtM/VdOq_jlKsO8/s720/DSC_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was pointing at the you are here sign. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gphoto-context-separator"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gphoto-context-current"&gt;Sabah-Lok Kawi Wildlife Park&lt;br /&gt;This is where i started loving my brother's camera. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="gphoto-context-current"&gt;All but one picture taken by yours truly. And the animals were a far distance btw. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 243px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8b-ibrmQI/AAAAAAAAQu4/8tm7psFG7Ns/s720/DSC_0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8ccqxfUHI/AAAAAAAAQvc/gocvZtm3zcI/s720/DSC_0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 282px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8dvznJ62I/AAAAAAAAQxE/WM2uzq8uD40/s640/CSC_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 246px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8d2cg1THI/AAAAAAAAQxM/TgVBI7Mh4Ig/s720/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8d5Xmi1bI/AAAAAAAAQxY/bXCYdELgakw/CSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8eTqiByuI/AAAAAAAAQx8/8Z2UwOOSBPw/s640/CSC_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8edkw9RgI/AAAAAAAAQyM/jsoQSL0Q8uQ/s640/CSC_0119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one-arm orang utan. He climbed with one arm. At first he fell. Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 244px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8eotltIvI/AAAAAAAAQyY/kvZ-Q4EOySw/s720/DSC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't this just looks wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 241px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8etFG63AI/AAAAAAAAQyg/eIHsPNC0VEc/s720/DSC_0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 268px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8fWRPPi0I/AAAAAAAAQzU/WUbFkW10kpc/s640/CSC_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zebra's has nice asses. Don't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 348px; height: 232px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8c8mYlkCI/AAAAAAAAQwA/y8mmlwjjqUQ/s720/DSC_0460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 263px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8dnoe-lfI/AAAAAAAAQww/0_eLRQA7blU/s720/DSC_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute? =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;There are also lots of other animals... But I'm kinda lazy to post everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gphoto-context-current"&gt;Sabah-Kinabalu Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE5v7eSiI/AAAAAAAABac/nwojlfQpdSs/s1600-h/DSC_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE5v7eSiI/AAAAAAAABac/nwojlfQpdSs/s320/DSC_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424450403844377122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the markets. Look at the pool of fish blood... And the food stuff there are very cheap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8ikdeniJI/AAAAAAAAQz0/FucmKBkHB1M/s720/DSC_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One started here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 277px; left: 38px; top: 15px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8iyJwiK9I/AAAAAAAAQ0I/DCvTHCVJ6_g/s640/SNV31042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On bukit bendera.. View, nth magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 499px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8i987Jh1I/AAAAAAAAQ0U/4NNd4smBock/s512/SNV31047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 248px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8jrnZ9aUI/AAAAAAAAQ1k/53i5wyv_g-4/s720/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They breed them in bottles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eIzIICl5I/AAAAAAAABcE/A9wUQDwAu6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eIzIICl5I/AAAAAAAABcE/A9wUQDwAu6Q/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424454688126965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 249px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8j20JHttI/AAAAAAAAQ10/huFh_6iooZg/s720/DSC_0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our table. By far the biggest. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eIzRIdDWI/AAAAAAAABcM/AywPXeqxkoE/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eIzRIdDWI/AAAAAAAABcM/AywPXeqxkoE/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424454690544618850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escaped fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eIyg2wJJI/AAAAAAAABb8/oyxcn-kIqW8/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eIyg2wJJI/AAAAAAAABb8/oyxcn-kIqW8/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424454677585470610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game we played to finish up the food. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 184px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8mhOsQGII/AAAAAAAAQ5s/XZ0Sj-Ovkg0/s720/DSC_0387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 251px; left: 38px; top: 15px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8jSbGuW0I/AAAAAAAAQ08/tpvKv1BnDf4/s720/DSC_0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from our hotel. nice? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 251px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8kje0a2OI/AAAAAAAAQ24/X26dx2B7N_w/s720/DSC_0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest car in Sabah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE5wTWp8I/AAAAAAAABak/s-hQO3nO9KM/s1600-h/DSC_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE5wTWp8I/AAAAAAAABak/s-hQO3nO9KM/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424450403944540098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that. Looks a lil like a dark angel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 253px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8njs6ptnI/AAAAAAAAQ7o/dMzuhQwqqL4/s720/DSC_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seafood place where we get to see cultural shows. There were gamelan and stuff. And they played one of the songs we learned in school! the traditional ones. =D Even my mom knew i played it before. Forgot what already though.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 372px; height: 248px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8nf7E6m3I/AAAAAAAAQ7g/44YQgc9j1ZA/s720/DSC_0152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played this thingi in Sab's party! =D They were very good though. Some dance while trying to avoid kena kepit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where this is but.. Its some island k? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGlaVgeEI/AAAAAAAABbM/6DWxjOdHr3E/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGlaVgeEI/AAAAAAAABbM/6DWxjOdHr3E/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424452253473863746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got attacked. From 3 sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH1Ck28RI/AAAAAAAABbc/FDYz-aYkQPU/s1600-h/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH1Ck28RI/AAAAAAAABbc/FDYz-aYkQPU/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453621485334802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGkpD-IkI/AAAAAAAABa8/VExY6XkOSD8/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGkpD-IkI/AAAAAAAABa8/VExY6XkOSD8/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424452240246972994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My mom don't do this often. Wait. More like never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGj6fBqcI/AAAAAAAABa0/MkdhyRVpr8s/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGj6fBqcI/AAAAAAAABa0/MkdhyRVpr8s/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424452227743984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what he's doing. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGjqMoLGI/AAAAAAAABas/5dQQdlu524I/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eGjqMoLGI/AAAAAAAABas/5dQQdlu524I/s320/DSC_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424452223371848802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE5PSfXWI/AAAAAAAABaU/ngICK8xI_Mo/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE5PSfXWI/AAAAAAAABaU/ngICK8xI_Mo/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424450395082546530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE4lbZifI/AAAAAAAABaM/BiSWhiGTdPQ/s1600-h/_DSC0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eE4lbZifI/AAAAAAAABaM/BiSWhiGTdPQ/s320/_DSC0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424450383845624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a japanese kid. xD I know she talked about me when she was talking to her mom about onichan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH2Rdu1lI/AAAAAAAABb0/Y1lgscW4mfY/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH2Rdu1lI/AAAAAAAABb0/Y1lgscW4mfY/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453642661844562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Waiting for food. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH2MLTx-I/AAAAAAAABbs/dWGER8eh-R0/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH2MLTx-I/AAAAAAAABbs/dWGER8eh-R0/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453641242396642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture. I take good pictures. Right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH1jdnObI/AAAAAAAABbk/SkhAkq_9aOg/s1600-h/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH1jdnObI/AAAAAAAABbk/SkhAkq_9aOg/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453630313314738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH036TrvI/AAAAAAAABbU/oCuxY0KJMDI/s1600-h/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/S0eH036TrvI/AAAAAAAABbU/oCuxY0KJMDI/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424453618622508786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water's very clear. See fishy swim. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a lot of pics right? But there's still a lot unposted. Other places. It was fun. Overall. To the music students, I bought a UKELELE. =D i know, before music exams we were ukelele-ing. haha. my mom asked me if i wanted to buy one.. i was like.. OK.. =D i wanted to buy the gendang also. No time. Gah.  The end. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-8737042532305434586?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/8737042532305434586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=8737042532305434586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8737042532305434586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8737042532305434586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-ok.html' title='Sabah: The land of the head-hunters. Muahaha.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Sz8EYvr9sVI/AAAAAAAAQZo/lMgOfGE7HyE/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4061596040470656368</id><published>2009-12-13T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:35:38.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I wanted to update bout my days after spm as there is so much to update. but i'm exhausted. i think i was online more before spm than after spm. will update after christmas or when i have short space of time to spare. so&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;MERRRRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4061596040470656368?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4061596040470656368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4061596040470656368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4061596040470656368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4061596040470656368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-322339636099255552</id><published>2009-12-11T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:54:34.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is nothing more frustrating than looking forward to play Sims 3 but the STUPID THING CAN'T FUNCTION!!! Gah. Stupid cd auntie. Said no need to crack. GRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-322339636099255552?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/322339636099255552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=322339636099255552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/322339636099255552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/322339636099255552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-nothing-more-frustrating-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5296016010476161300</id><published>2009-12-04T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:13:44.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking carrer tests and posting my results here.</title><content type='html'>Anyboduy who would like to give opinion, pls do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Personality type results&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;pre&gt;EI: 10 out of 17&lt;br /&gt;Extrovert |-------------------------------------------------| Introvert&lt;br /&gt;                                    |&lt;br /&gt;                                   58%&lt;br /&gt;SN: 11 out of 17&lt;br /&gt;Sensation |-------------------------------------------------| iNtuition&lt;br /&gt;                                       |&lt;br /&gt;                                      64%&lt;br /&gt;TF: 5 out of 17&lt;br /&gt;Thinking  |-------------------------------------------------| Feeling&lt;br /&gt;                     |&lt;br /&gt;                    29%&lt;br /&gt;JP: 10 out of 17&lt;br /&gt;Judging   |-------------------------------------------------| Perceiving&lt;br /&gt;                                    |&lt;br /&gt;                                   58%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; Your Personality type is INTP. Please print this page and keep a copy for your records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.careertest.net/types/descriptions/intp.htm"&gt;INTP:                           "Architect"&lt;/a&gt;. Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. They are good                           at logic and math and make good philosophers and                           theoretical scientists, but not writers or                           salespeople. 1% of the total population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse;" id="AutoNumber4" border="0" bordercolor="#111111" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="559"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td valign="middle"&gt;             &lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);" id="AutoNumber8" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="559"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td width="9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                 &lt;img src="http://www.careertest.net/images/arrow.gif" border="0" width="9" height="21" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td valign="middle" width="550"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                 INTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td&gt;             &lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);" id="AutoNumber5" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="559"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td width="539"&gt;         &lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);" id="AutoNumber6" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="539"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="100%"&gt;             &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;             &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Careers&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;This lists represent careers and jobs people of your type tend to enjoy doing. The job requirements are similar to the personality tendencies of your personality type. It is important to remember that this is not a list of all the jobs possible. And it is very important to remember that people can, and frequently do, fill jobs that are dissimilar to their personality... this happens all the time...and sometimes works out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         strategic planning&lt;br /&gt;                         writer&lt;br /&gt;                         staff development&lt;br /&gt;                         lawyer&lt;br /&gt;                         architect&lt;br /&gt;                         software designer&lt;br /&gt;                         financial analyst&lt;br /&gt;                         college professor&lt;br /&gt;                         photographer&lt;br /&gt;                         logician&lt;br /&gt;                         artist&lt;br /&gt;                         systems analyst&lt;br /&gt;                         neurologist&lt;br /&gt;                         physicist&lt;br /&gt;                         psychologist&lt;br /&gt;                         research/development...specialist&lt;br /&gt;                         computer programmer&lt;br /&gt;                         data base manager&lt;br /&gt;                         chemist&lt;br /&gt;                         biologist&lt;br /&gt;                         investigator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree in not being a good writer or salesperson. but the rest is a big HUH??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Answer 80 stupid questions and all i get is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('143'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#143"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paying, Receiving: cash transactions (tellers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('187'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#187"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Musical, Instrumental: professional potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('202'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#202"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Protecting: Monitor, defend persons and property &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('131'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#131"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Supervisory: responsible for work done by others  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('215'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#215"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Child and Adult Care: health maintenance, support  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('194'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#194"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Modeling: artistic display; fashions, apparel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('219'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#219"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Demonstration sales: store contact with customers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('154'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#154"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guidance, Counseling: personal, work, school, spiritual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('214'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#214"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nursing, X-Ray; technical care for patients  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onclick="Javascript:launch('134'); return false" href="http://www.assessment.com/MemberCenter/OnlineOutput/RetrieveFCA.asp#134"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interview/Inform: gather, dispense information &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="80"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Inventory Test Results&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;Extroversion&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;Inquisitiveness&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!--&lt;form action="/poll/career5/rate.php" method="post" target="myPopUp"&gt;      Accuracy:      &lt;select name="dropdown" onchange="pop(this,this.form)"&gt;       &lt;option&gt;-&lt;/option&gt;       &lt;option value="5"&gt;5 high&lt;/option&gt;       &lt;option value="4"&gt;4&lt;/option&gt;       &lt;option value="3"&gt;3&lt;/option&gt;       &lt;option value="2"&gt;2&lt;/option&gt;       &lt;option value="1"&gt;1 low&lt;/option&gt;      &lt;/select&gt;      &lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'varname'" value="'g5all'"&gt;      &lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'groupid'" value="'7271'"&gt;      &lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'rating'" value="'-'"&gt;      &lt;/form&gt;--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;  You are a &lt;b&gt;Technician&lt;/b&gt;, possible professions include - surveyor , fire fighter , private investigator, pilot, police officer, purchasing agent, chiropractor, medical technician, securities analyst, computer repair person, race car driver, computer programmer, electrical engineer, legal secretary, coach/trainer, commercial artist, carpenter, paralegal, dental assistant, radiological technician, marine biologist, software developer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck. sure i'll be a fire fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;div class="heading-center"&gt;                         Career Quiz Results                     &lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;div class="heading-right"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;                                                   &lt;div id="results-inner-container-wrapper"&gt;                     &lt;div style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(140, 153, 192); border-right: 1px solid rgb(140, 153, 192); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(140, 153, 192); float: left; width: 518px; background-color: rgb(243, 244, 246);"&gt;                         &lt;img id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_imgInterest" src="http://careerpath.com/career-tests/images/bar_interest_Yellow.gif" border="0" /&gt;                         &lt;div style="padding: 10px 0px 30px 20px;"&gt;                             &lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblInterestDescription"&gt;People with Yellow &lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;interest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;s like activities that allow them to gather information and then analyze it. They like to create systems that organize their world so that there is a process that governs all activity. People with yellow &lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;interest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;s enjoy spending their time managing the details that enable people and organizations function seamlessly. Hobbies may include: record keeping, statistician for sports team, personal investment management, puzzles, home computer. Career choices often are: Accountant, Compliance Officer, Historian, Financial Management, Administration, Auditor, Researcher, Office Management, Computer Science.&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;img id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_imgStyle" src="http://careerpath.com/career-tests/images/bar_style_Yellow.gif" border="0" /&gt;                         &lt;div style="padding: 10px 0px 30px 20px;"&gt;                             &lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblUsualStyleDescription"&gt;People with Yellow strengths are good at managing details and creating sophisticated processes that allow them to get complex work done. Once a game plan has been put in place, it is implemented. Their decisions are based on facts and carefully reasoned. When working with other people, they are fair and democratic and always can be counted on to deliver what they commit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORIAN?? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Forget it. I'm going cross-eyed over these questions which are not helping one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5296016010476161300?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5296016010476161300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5296016010476161300' title='148 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5296016010476161300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5296016010476161300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-taking-carrer-tests-and-posting-my.html' title='I&apos;m taking carrer tests and posting my results here.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>148</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3198653922000488609</id><published>2009-12-03T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T04:50:20.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing out</title><content type='html'>all exam related posts. Spm ending soon after all. No need to remind myself of those. haha. Anyway. I deleted my short one bout iris and replacing it with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v681/Hunnie1270/IRIS/iris_poster1.jpg" alt="iris_poster1.jpg image by Hunnie1270" galleryimg="no" style="width: 343px; height: 250px; cursor: default;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 245px;" alt="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/iris-3.jpg" src="http://allkoreandrama.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/iris-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Security System (NSS) Top 707 agents Hyun-jun and Sa-woo are blood brothers who swore to trust each other and unchanging friendship for life. They meet agent Seung-hee there and both fall in love with her. But Hyun-jun and Seung-hee become close and Sa-woo fights to hide his feelings for Seung-hee. One day, they are immediately sent on a mission to Hungary. When they successfully finish off their job with immaculate teamwork and are celebrating it, a message arrives to Hyun-jun asking him to meet in secret.&lt;br /&gt;Baek-san, an executive of NSS who had been waiting for Hyun-jun orders a solo mission. Despite the tight protection of bodyguards, Hyun-jun succeeds his mission. But before escaping, Hyun-jun gets wounded by his targets’ head security bodyguards, and later he is shockingly betrayed by his most trusted friend, Sa-woo. Hyun-jun tries to escape with Seung-hee’s help, but he ends up losing Seung-hee. And his car also explodes; they are both misled into thinking that the other had died. Hyun-jun gets saved by an unidentifiable ‘Voice’ and learns the secret identity of a group called, ‘Iris’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later, with the two Koreas about to be reunified, Hyun-jun makes his return. After spending a nightmarish life of being betrayed and losing everything, Hyun-jun returns to get revenge on those who threw him into the living hell. With the help of the President, Hyun-jun returns to his post in the NSS. Starting a fight against ‘Iris’, the secret society that tries to interfere with reunification, Hyun-jun now puts everything on the line for the battle of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Klr-g5Tup0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Klr-g5Tup0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3198653922000488609?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3198653922000488609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3198653922000488609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3198653922000488609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3198653922000488609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/12/clearing-out.html' title='Clearing out'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4944876161629011178</id><published>2009-11-21T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:08:18.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://pumabydesign001.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/photo-1-clark-little-waves.jpg" src="http://pumabydesign001.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/photo-1-clark-little-waves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://mystilllife.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/inside-waves-clark-little-004.jpg" src="http://mystilllife.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/inside-waves-clark-little-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.designswan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/Photo/insideWave/17.jpg" src="http://www.designswan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/Photo/insideWave/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4944876161629011178?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4944876161629011178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4944876161629011178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4944876161629011178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4944876161629011178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/11/clark-little.html' title='Clark Little'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-1500392201359301608</id><published>2009-11-21T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:57:36.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From my brother...Malaysia: Refugees for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Unreported World reveals shocking evidence that Burmese refugees fleeing the country's brutal military regime are being detained and then allegedly sold by Malaysian immigration officials to Thai human traffickers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reporter Aidan Hartley and Director George Waldrum travel to Kuala Lumpur to highlight how the refugees are forced to exchange one hellish existence for another. Living in complete fear of the state, the refugees claim they are being rounded up and subjected to bloody whippings and indefinite imprisonment in overcrowded detention camps. As Unreported World reveals, for some this is just the beginning of a horrific journey into the trafficking network, where men, women and children disappear into a world of slavery and prostitution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malaysia pays no regard to Burmese refugees' right of asylum, since the country refuses to sign up to international conventions. And it's not just the state that acts harshly. Hartley and Waldrum join a night-time city raid by volunteers of the RELA militia to chase down and arrest construction site workers without valid papers. Millions of illegal migrants, many of whom are refugees, fill the building sites and factories, providing cheap labour and doing the jobs Malaysians don't want to do. Despite this, RELA, which has 500,000 members, claims to be cleaning up what they see as an immigrant threat to law, order and health.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other side of the city, the team finds a Burmese refugee ghetto where the inhabitants are living in terror, crammed into squalid apartments with dozens of tenants to each floor. One family claims RELA had smashed their way into their home and arrested and beat them. A woman claims the police routinely prey on their vulnerable status, demanding bribes and their belongings, or they will be taken into detention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A human rights lawyer helping illegal immigrants and refugees tells Hartley how there is little popular opposition to the government's harsh treatment of illegal foreigners. Reunka describes how 'illegals' who carry no papers on them might be sentenced to a maximum of six strokes of the rotan, a thick cane that can leave victims with scars for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So afraid are the refugees that some of them try to live beyond the reach of the authorities. In the jungle on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, the team finds one shanty camp where refugee workers are hiding out. Too scared to live downtown, they are part of an estimated two million illegal workers. One of them claims that he was passed into the hands of Thai human traffickers. However, he was one of the lucky ones as he had friends who could pay a ransom. He claims those who can't pay disappear into slavery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The finds some who've managed to escape a life of slavery. In a secret location, Rahima, together with her small children, tells the story of how they were sold by Malaysian immigration officials to gangsters on the Thailand frontier. Rahima breaks down when she recounts how the Thai gangsters suffocated one of her children to death after he wouldn't stop crying. She says both she and her children were sold into slavery and worked in a fish factory for six months before they were able to escape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In another location, Abu Bashar and his teenage son Syedul describe how the mother of the family together with two toddler children were arrested by Malaysia's immigration, sold to gangsters in Thailand and then ransomed. Two months ago, Abu got a phone call from his wife in which she said that unless he paid the ransom it would be her last call; since then there has been silence and he doesn't know the whereabouts of his family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The response of Malaysia's Immigration Director General is to dismiss the allegations of Burmese refugees, but he does admit that one immigration official has been charged in connection with trafficking claims. He says there are no plans for an inquiry into the immigration department's methods, or allegations of systematic corruption, trafficking and slavery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-http://www.channel4.com/programmes/unreported-world/episode-guide/series-2009/episode-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-1500392201359301608?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/1500392201359301608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=1500392201359301608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1500392201359301608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1500392201359301608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-my-brothermalaysia-refugees-for_21.html' title='From my brother...Malaysia: Refugees for Sale'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-1738152458221622066</id><published>2009-11-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:10:47.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From facebook: Taylor Lautner was in The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.. Thats why he was so familiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/dimension_films/the_adventures_of_shark_boy___lava_girl_in_3_d/_group_photos/taylor_lautner1.jpg" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/dimension_films/the_adventures_of_shark_boy___lava_girl_in_3_d/_group_photos/taylor_lautner1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 13. looks way younger than us at that age right? (i'm adressing ppl who are the same age as me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="ymovContentWrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="ymovMainBody"&gt;&lt;div id="ymovMain"&gt;               &lt;div id="ymovMainContent"&gt; &lt;div class="ymovMidColumn"&gt; &lt;p&gt; Like Chuck Norris and Bruce Lee before him, Taylor Lautner came to be an actor after a top-ranking career in martial arts. He was encouraged to try his hand at acting after establishing himself as a karate champion at age nine, and his martial arts skills immediately came in handy for his feature debut as a tween superhero in Robert Rodriguez’s “The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl in 3-D” (2005). More roles in family films like “Cheaper by the Dozen 2” (2004) followed, and while Lautner’s TV career seemed cursed with failed series, it did not hinder the young actor from evolving into a heartthrob with the teen set. In 2008, Lautner was launched to stardom after landing a supporting role in “Twilight” (2008), the pop culture phenomenon based on the teen vampire romance book series by Stephanie Meyers. Due to the overwhelming popularity of the film, Lautner reprised his role as shapeshifter Jacob Black in the sequels “The Twilight Saga: New Moon” (2009) and “Eclipse” (2010), vying for the love of human Bella (Kristen Stewart) with an adventurous spirit that earned the actor increasing interest from film directors looking for a new young adult star who could both woo the girls with his intensity and impress the boys with his rugged agility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born Taylor Daniel Lautner in Grand Rapids, MI on Feb. 11, 1992, he was studying martial arts at the age of six and earning first place trophies in competition only a year later. Under the guidance of seven-time world champion and actor Mike Chat, he received such a degree of proficiency that he was asked to represent the United States in the 12 and under division at the World Karate Association. There, he took home three gold medals and earned the title of Junior Forms and Weapons champion. At the advice of Chat, he also began auditioning for acting roles at nine. After flying to Los Angeles to try out for a television commercial, he found this new pursuit to his liking and began auditioning on a regular basis. Eventually, the constant flights proved wearying enough for Lautner and his family – as well as detrimental to his school work and training – that they relocated permanently to Los Angeles in 2002.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lautner continued to compete regularly on the martial arts circuit, which yielded top honors at the World Karate Association in 2001 and a first-place ranking in the world for several disciplines in 2003. He also broadened his interests to include jazz and hip-hop dance; even finding time to play on his school’s football and baseball teams. Despite an extra-curricular schedule that would overpower most children his age, Lautner still found time to audition for film and television roles, which he began to land with some regularity in 2001.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He made his television debut in the 2001 TV-movie “Shadow Fury,” and soon logged appearances on episodes of “The Bernie Mac Show” (Fox, 2001-06) and “Summerland” (The WB, 2004-05). In 2003, director Robert Rodriguez was won over by Lautner’s abundant self-confidence and cast him as Sharkboy, a young hero raised by sharks, in his CG-driven kids’ fantasy “The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl in 3-D.” Rodriguez was apparently unaware of Lautner’s extensive martial arts training prior to hiring him for the role, and later asked him to choreograph all of his fight scenes in the film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After completing filming on “Sharkboy” in 2004, Lautner transitioned to another larger-than-life character – the highly competitive son of Eugene Levy in “Cheaper by the Dozen 2” (2004). The role, which afforded him some exceptionally mild moments of romance with pre-teen actress and dancer Alyson Stoner, helped to elevate him to heartthrob status among girls twelve and under. Lautner also added voice-over work to his growing resume by playing Youngblood, the malevolent, hook-handed ghost of a young boy on the animated series “Danny Phantom” (Nickelodeon, 2004-2007). By this point, Lautner had officially retired from martial arts competition to focus solely on acting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More voice-over work preceded his first turn as a semi-regular character on a TV series with the short-lived “Love, Inc.” (UPN, 2005-06). The sitcom fell victim to the merger of UPN and the WB, but Lautner was back on television in 2008 with the highly touted “My Own Worst Enemy” as the son of amnesiac secret agent, Christian Slater. Unfortunately, it was also pulled shortly after its debut due to low ratings. Lautner’s up-and-down fortunes on television were soon eclipsed by the whirlwind of excitement surrounding his next feature, an adaptation of Stephenie Meyer’s extraordinarily popular Gothic romance “Twilight” (2008). Lautner was cast as Jacob Black, a young Native American and the descendent of a long line of werewolves. Though the character was relatively minor in the original novel the character proved exceptionally popular with readers, leading Meyer to develop his character in subsequent books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the films, Black provided both romantic interest and essential information to the female lead, Bella (Kristen Stewart) about the vampire population in her hometown. His key scene – shirtless, of course – helped to make him a second-tier crush object for the book’s abundant teenaged fans. Over the hype and huge box office numbers of the sequels, “The Twilight Saga: New Moon” (2009) and “Eclipse” (2010), Black began to be considered for adult roles outside the franchise. Garry Marshall gave him his first shot when he cast him in the romantic comedy “Valentine’s Day” (2010) alongside some of the hottest young names including Emma Roberts, Anne Hathaway and Jessica Biel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul class="ymovAttributes ymovBioNotes"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also Credited As:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Taylor Daniel Lautner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Born:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Taylor Daniel Lautner  on February 11, 1992  in Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Job Titles:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Actor&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;a name="Family"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Family&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Father: Dan Lautner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Mother: Deborah Lautner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Sister: Makena Lautner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;       &lt;a name="Significant"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Significant Others&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Companion: Selena  Gomez. Reportedly dated in 2009; no longer together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Companion: Taylor  Swift. Met when they starred together in the movie, Valentine s Day ; rumored to be dating as of October 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;       &lt;a name="Education"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Education&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Valencia High School, Valencia, CA, 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;       &lt;a name="Milestones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Milestones&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2001 Made acting debut in the Japanese film, Shadow Fury&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2004 First TV appearance was a bit part on the WB s Summerland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2005 Cast in the role of Shark Boy in the Robert Rodriguez film, The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl in 3-D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2005 Lent his voice to the Cartoon Network series, What s New, Scooby-Doo?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2005 Played the son of Eugene Levy and Carmen Electra in Cheaper by the Dozen 2(i didn't know this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2005 Voiced the recurring role of Youngblood on the Nickelodeon series, Danny Phantom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2006 Voiced the Bully in the ABC special, He s a Bully, Charlie Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2008 Played Christian Slater s son in the short-lived NBC series, My Own Worst Enemy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2008 Played Native American character Jacob Black in Twilight, the movie adaptation of Stephenie Meyer s novel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2009 Reprised the role of Jacob Black in The Twilight Saga: New Moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Will star in Garry Marshall s ensemble romantic comedy, Valentine s Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not obssesed with him. Just happen to stumble across this info and finds this interesting.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- ymovMidColumn --&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- ymovMainContent --&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- ymovMain --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- ymovMainBody --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt; &lt;!-- fe9.movies.sp1.yahoo.com compressed/chunked Sat Nov 21 07:07:29 PST 2009 --&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-1738152458221622066?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/1738152458221622066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=1738152458221622066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1738152458221622066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/1738152458221622066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-facebook-taylor-lautner-was-in.html' title='From facebook: Taylor Lautner was in The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.. Thats why he was so familiar...'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4497094363638981527</id><published>2009-11-21T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:04:48.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To everyone who reads house of night!!!</title><content type='html'>The new book entitled "Tempted" out!!!!! Its a bout her finding out her connection with A-ya. and I think she's gonna end up with stark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got it today. whee. didn't know there was a next book..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4497094363638981527?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4497094363638981527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4497094363638981527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4497094363638981527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4497094363638981527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-everyone-who-reads-house-of-night.html' title='To everyone who reads house of night!!!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-6854609954311791695</id><published>2009-11-09T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:52:50.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch if you're too bored from studying. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGth7aSd0EM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGth7aSd0EM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-6854609954311791695?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/6854609954311791695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=6854609954311791695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6854609954311791695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6854609954311791695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/11/watch-if-youre-too-bored-from-studying.html' title='Watch if you&apos;re too bored from studying. =D'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-7049371650709571525</id><published>2009-11-02T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:11:56.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The following is from Carmen Chin's Blog. Since her blog is private, I'm posting her longer and more complete version of our outing. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jwcullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it-this-is-really-it.html"&gt;This Is It! This Is REALLY It!!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   I did plan to write yesterday when I returned from tuition but I was too exhausted and my eyes half-closed. I hope after 9 hours of sleep, I could still recall what happen yesterday. I will break my post into several sub-topics which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First time driving to Gurney&lt;br /&gt;2. The ladies who borrowed I-Lyn’s popular card&lt;br /&gt;3. This Is It!&lt;br /&gt;4. The two baboons.&lt;br /&gt;5. Going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is my first time ever driving to Gurney and I would consider myself unlucky because I-Lyn and Angeline both prefer Gurney. I would personally prefer Queensbay! (because I know the route to Queensbay!) Lol. However, I sort of remember a bit on the route to Gurney as I went there with my family a few weeks ago and I took the initiative to analyse the roads. =D Or else, I would just sit and enjoy myself in the car. Lol. The part that I am most concern of is my parking. I am just a 1month plus driver and I still need to improve on my parking skills. I fetched I-Lyn there and we took quite some time to find a spot which is easy to park. You know me…=D We went through a ‘pintu rintangan’ to get into the mall. I was surprised that we were not the only students who were there. We brought clothes to change but other students actually walked with their school uniforms on. Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After changing, Angeline informed us that she would be reaching late and so we decided to go to Popular Bookstore as I-Lyn wanted to buy some books. I-Lyn was having a hard time choosing and couldn’t decide on which book to buy because all of them does not have much difference actually. However, she still managed to take… I guess 3 books?  I couldn’t remember. As we were walking towards the counter, there were two Adventist hospital nurses who asked whether we could lend them the popular membership card. No offences but their acting were really bad when the counter lady told them that they were not supposed to borrow membership cards from people. Their reason is so lame saying that they brought us to Gurney during their lunch time and now they are rushing back to work as their time is almost over. My foot! We saw them outside Cold Storage half an hour later. =.=” I was telling myself that they wouldn’t have to act also if they just let I-Lyn pay everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After having lunch at Wong Kok Kitchen, we went up to the cinema floor to get ready for the show. Since we were still a few minutes early, we went to the washroom first. When we were done, we proceed into our cinema hall and get our seats. It was really a big hall. If I am not mistaken I think that was my 1st time into such huge cinema hall. I was like…(Wow!) Hahaha!!! Angeline wanted to sit in the middle so me and I-Lyn each sat beside her. All I can say about the show is, Michael Jackson is fantastic, fabulous and tremendously great!!! I mean although it seemed to be just a rehearsal where we all would understand that he might not give all his best during practices but by watching how he planned and managed his stage, his dancers, his musics and etc., I can really imagine how grand his concert would be if he would have made it. During his rehearsal, it was shown that he put his whole heart and soul in perfecting every single small details during his concert. He wanted everything to be perfect, special, extraordinary and to look amazing in front of his fans from all over the world. If I were to make any comeback comparisons of Michael Jackson’s and other artistes, I would strongly say that his comeback will be the best among all. =D There were some funny parts throughout his work with his people also. It’s difficult to describe here in words about how superb his show was until really watched it, then you’ll probably understand. Even though he’s already 50 years old, it surprised me that he could still move and dance like how he did during his 30s to 40s. Of course his movements were not as much as last time but let’s think, how many 50 year old people can do what he’s doing? The important part is his energy is still there. His ‘semangat’. He was doing really great and it doesn’t seem as if he was a sick and was about to die. He still looked so healthy but thin. What can I say more? ‘This Is It!’ is really IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. During the whole show, the three of us were so annoyed by some Chinese guys who were so uncivilized, as I would say to sing and shout throughout the show. I mean, don’t they have respect for other people? Everyone in the cinema hall came to watch and listen to Michael Jackson sing, NOT THEM or HIM!!! That bloody guy and his friend were so rude and treat the whole thing as a sing-a-long show, like some baboons that accidentally escaped from the zoo. Thank God I wasn’t sitting beside those baboons but I felt sorry for I-Lyn. Her blood was boiling throughout the whole show I bet. Right I-Lyn? Lol. We were complaining so much after the movie and I-Lyn said she should forgive them since those baboons were MJ’s fans and they love his so much. Oh, please! For me, I won’t forgive them. Because of them, I can’t get my 100% satisfaction of the show. They spoil my mood! Idiot dumbos! I mean, if it’s like in a public area, they wanna sing, go ahead. I might even sing along too. But I paid to watch the show, obviously I wouldn’t want to listen to their voices. Like shit only. I thought that was the worst part and it’s gonna be over soon when the show ended. Guess what? They stayed until the end and they sang even louder. Really like maniacs! They jumped right to the back and sing the other three songs played after the show. Some people might find their actions funny but to me, it was stupid, disturbing and disrespectful. If they were in love with MJ, why don’t they just go to red box and sing all they want? Heard they say maybe wanna rewatch the show in the next slot. *sigh* I pity the group of people there if he was really insane to watch it again at that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It was almost 5pm when we watch until the last bit of the show. For an RM 10 Michael Jackson movie, and since its MICHAEL JACKSON, I will make sure my ticket was worth watching! Lol. Before heading home, I bought some food for my sis in Mcd. There were so many empty parking spaces available when we were leaving. Under that condition, I was able get out of my lot easily. =D I fetch Angeline back to school and from there, her grandfather then fetched her home. Later, I dropped I-Lyn at Mcd in Greenlane for her dinner and she asked Ze Yin to fetch her at 7pm and they would go to tuition together. After that, I drove home alone. I was so sleepy yesterday. Maybe I wasn’t used to driving so much in a day. Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angeline&lt;/span&gt;- for getting the tickets for us, paying for the car park ticket (make me feel so paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Lyn&lt;/span&gt;- assisting me on the way to Gurney and back to school, paying for the car park ticket (make me feel so paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;* but I paid RM 0.40! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;- for the great show he put on for us, his fans. Although he didn’t have the chance to make it but somehow, we still managed to see it and I truly appreciated everything that he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Thank you, Michael Jackson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-7049371650709571525?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/7049371650709571525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=7049371650709571525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7049371650709571525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7049371650709571525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/11/following-is-from-carmen-chins-blog.html' title='The following is from Carmen Chin&apos;s Blog. Since her blog is private, I&apos;m posting her longer and more complete version of our outing. =D'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4817155319135057460</id><published>2009-10-31T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:31:08.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it.</title><content type='html'>It would have been totally amazingly awesome. If only he did at least one concert before passing away. The &lt;span&gt;pyrotechnics, technology. I like the part where they multiply by ten so it looks like a thousand ppl instead of ten. There is basically nothing not to like in the whole thing. If Michael actually worn his outfits and the full effect is there, it would have been his perfect comeback. I don't know why, earth song always makes me feel sad. Thats the only song that i actually feel sad. Carmen feels sad in I'll be there, Bhav feels sad in you are not alone. So i guess we each have our songs. Through this, at least we get a glimpse of Michael Jackson. He repeats these lines, "Thats why we have practices", "God bless you", "i love you'. Lol. He does act rather childish. Its cute. But i do agree on the fact that he wouldn't have liked to have the rehersals published. He always wanted to be the best, as he is a perfectionist and i doubt he wants ppl to see him being.. not so perfect. although he was conserving his voice, he still sounded damn good. lol. There were a lot of favourite parts in the movie. Definitely worth 10 bucks. and i'm so buying the cd. Oh and thanks to Letitia who told us about staying after the last bit where the little girl hugs the earth. Haha. reminds me of the part where MJ went on the cherry picker(thats what it sounded like when they said it in the movie. Lol. yeah. someone correct me please) and MJ was like yeah, michael the daredevil then Kenny Ortega was like, Michael, hold on to the railings please. Lol. Ok. Now, This is it was fabulous, but it let me feeling a little dissatisfied. Cause its like.. incomplete. i want the full effect. mind blowing. ugh. Ok. Now i'll get to the bad part.. There were these bunch of guys who came and sat in our row. I was directly beside and they obviously idiots as one of them thought they're voice was so beautiful(not!) and started singing along with MJ. At first nobody complained. Then he continued for the second song and yelling Mj's "aoooww!" Ppl started shushing him like mad. Then he quiet down. but was singing loud enough for ppl beside to hear. which was me. -.- i tell you i felt like strangling the life outta him. Especially in earth song. I felt like just telling him, " we all come here to hear Michael Jackson sing! NOT YOU!!!! Grrrr!!!" but i didn't wanna cause a fight or a scene. nyeh. I'm a pengecut all right. I just glared at him a few times and he still hasn't gotten the message. GRRRR. I was fuming ok. haha. angie was like saying how geram i looked in the cinema. haha. but he obviously loves MJ, although he's being a first-classed ass. But even though ppl have the URGE to sing along doesn't mean we all just blare it out for everyone to hear right. -.- Grr. They look like pai kias. hahha. After the credits rolled, they were like up near where the projector are and started tossing their shoes over the projectors and laughed as though they have never seen a shadow. -.- but oh well, forgive them, cause at least they love MJ right? lol. Carmen says she isn't forgiving them. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many of the musicians and craftsmen interviewed in “This Is It” talk about Michael Jackson’s perfectionism, so it begs the question: Would Michael Jackson have wanted this movie of rehearsal footage to be seen by mass audiences?&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Filmed during a series of run-throughs for a London concert engagement that was canceled after Jackson’s untimely death this summer, “This Is It” takes us behind the scenes of what was going to be a gargantuan show, complete with dancers, filmed segments, pyrotechnics and acrobatics. The footage was meant for Jackson’s personal archival use; only after Jackson’s death did the concert promoters and others involved with the show decide to go public with this material.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like any performer rehearsing for a complicated show, Jackson isn’t giving his all vocally over the course of the process — he’s figuring out segues, trying out dance steps, riding the cherry-picker and juggling any number of other issues that pop up while putting together an enterprise of this size. Subsequently, audiences who see “This Is It” expecting a traditional concert film will be disappointed; Jackson skips lines of songs while dealing with other stage matters, and even confesses at more than one point that he’s saving his voice for the real show coming up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where “This Is It” soars, however, is as a dance movie; to watch Michael Jackson move is to witness one of the great entertainers of the modern age. Inheriting the legacy of giants like Bill “Bojangles” Robinson, Sammy Davis Jr. and Fred Astaire — and adding his own spin — Jackson’s dance routines here are breathtaking. Emotional interviews with his backup dancers, who have come from around the world for the rare opportunity to perform alongside their idol, reveal the influence that the King of Pop (who choreographed the show in collaboration with Travis Payne) has had on subsequent generations of performers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;Watching Jackson collaborate with concert director Kenny Ortega (the man behind the “High School Musical” movies, and the director of this documentary) and the rest of the crew reveals a human side of the performer that’s been hidden from the general public for decades. We see a talented singer-dancer fine-tuning an extravaganza, and in so doing we are reminded that, behind all the tabloid craziness and larger-than-life eccentricities, there was still an artist and a person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The slickest parts of “This Is It” are the filmed sequences that were intended to be part of the stage show, ranging from a graveyard horror show for “Thriller” to the destruction of a rainforest set to “Heal the World.” (Less successful is the “Smooth Criminal” clip, which edits Jackson into black-and-white footage from film noir classics like “Gilda” and “In a Lonely Place”; seeing Jackson in the same frame as classic Hollywood faces like Rita Hayworth and Humphrey Bogart only underscores the damage that was perpetrated upon Jackson’s visage over the years.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like the 1965 documentary “The Epic That Never Was,” about a movie version of “I, Claudius” that stopped production in mid-shoot, “This Is It” invites us to imagine a finished product that never came about. To remember Jackson’s singing voice at its finest, put his albums on; if you want to experience his breathtaking talent as a dancer and showman, in what would turn out to be the final weeks of his life, well, “This Is It.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/imgres?imgurl=http://www.imusicdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/michael-jacksons-this-is-it-concert-film-poster.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.imusicdaily.com/music-news/category/quotation/&amp;amp;usg=__RPQQZ6lvqOmDfDbVd-XrOraIdWs=&amp;amp;h=600&amp;amp;w=405&amp;amp;sz=155&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=cC5n_-B8bSebiM:&amp;amp;tbnh=135&amp;amp;tbnw=91&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DTHIS%2BIS%2BIT%2Bpyrotechnics%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid ;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:cC5n_-B8bSebiM:http://www.imusicdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/michael-jacksons-this-is-it-concert-film-poster.jpg" width="91" height="135" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/j/michael_jackson_this_is_it_trailer_09132009/2072/281x211.jpg" src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/j/michael_jackson_this_is_it_trailer_09132009/2072/281x211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/j/michael_jackson_this_is_it_trailer_09132009/2932/281x211.jpg" src="http://www.mtv.com/news/photos/j/michael_jackson_this_is_it_trailer_09132009/2932/281x211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't look as though he is one step in the grave. At all. He looks damn ready to bomb London with his comeback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4817155319135057460?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4817155319135057460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4817155319135057460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4817155319135057460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4817155319135057460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-6518911279020631901</id><published>2009-10-24T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:35:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abducted Again.</title><content type='html'>So me and Nat went for breakfast before tuition. Ate at Corner's Club. Dim Sum. The funny thing is that when we walked in, the lady approached me to order... We wanted chinese tea. Then the lady said.. which type? i was like... uhhh... and then the lady showed me a bunch of mandarin words. Nat was like.. Ask for something that sounds like guan tin or smth. i was like.. asking the lady to go ask nat for orders instead. Lol. Being a chinese... Oh well.. Guess I'm pretty much as Anglo-phile as Letitia. but i don't think I'm that bad.. am i? lol. My point is Nat orders better at dim sum than me. Lol. The tray cart for fried food came by.. I took 3 plates. Nat didn't want. The cart steamed food came by.. Nat took 3. So we set it 3*2 so the fried facing me and the steamed facing her and we started to eat. Damn full. =D When we were in the car, Nat was cursing other drivers(as usual) and she happen to glare at the lady in the car beside. The lady thought Nat was someone she knew.. Yet she didn't.. So the lady was like gesturing something like do i know you? and Nat was shaking her head. And i was laughing like mad. Cause she was just cursing her before. LOL. Went tui. Followed her home.. My mom was supposed to fetch me from her place. Nat's mom wanted me to join them for lunch, i politely declined. *LOL* and she called my mom(to ask her not to fetch me). my mom was driving and didn't get her message. Mom arrived at Nat's house. Nat rushed out of her house, locked me IN her house, brought the keys out to talk to my mom. I was like finding a way out.. And her house only has ONE set of keys. -.- She locked me in HER house. Then she came in happily saying, your mom left. -.- So i continued stuffing myself. So darn full now. My whole post is bout Nat. Jeez. Doesn't that tell you how boring life is? Haven't posted the pics for that time when i went to her place for Deepavali. One day la.. haha. And her Barbie SHOE collection. Anyway, watched the exorcism of Emily Rose. My teory is that when you're watching with a lot of people, its not easy to be scared. Lol. We laughed through the scary parts. Nat pretended to screamed and everyone screamed in response. =D Grabbed from Facebook. =D&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3924726&amp;amp;id=800999007" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6819_194077054007_800999007_3924633_7127830_n.jpg" style="width: 380px; height: 285px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3924615&amp;amp;id=800999007" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6819_194077009007_800999007_3924626_3989017_n.jpg" style="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3924615&amp;amp;id=800999007" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs201.snc1/6819_194077039007_800999007_3924630_4118963_n.jpg" style="width: 323px; height: 243px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3924615&amp;amp;id=800999007" id="myphotolink"&gt;&lt;img id="myphoto" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs221.snc1/6819_194077069007_800999007_3924635_3814666_n.jpg" style="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload more next time. Hopefully you won't hear from me till December. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-6518911279020631901?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/6518911279020631901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=6518911279020631901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6518911279020631901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6518911279020631901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/10/abducted-again.html' title='Abducted Again.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-8613445214426355352</id><published>2009-10-18T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:13:12.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy SchizzowDay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/StrLXT0ZhuI/AAAAAAAABX4/GyAFLPAEC0Q/s1600-h/SNV30191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/StrLXT0ZhuI/AAAAAAAABX4/GyAFLPAEC0Q/s320/SNV30191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393847105047070434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/StrLXDCfR7I/AAAAAAAABXw/WczywJ7KeVA/s1600-h/SNV30188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/StrLXDCfR7I/AAAAAAAABXw/WczywJ7KeVA/s320/SNV30188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393847100542764978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday you grouchy old man. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;He: *Took a picture of me* *Points at it* So ugly&lt;br /&gt;He: *after awhile* Omg, you look like me! There is family resemblence after all.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now you know you're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of this book.. This particular conversation caught my interest...&lt;br /&gt;Molly:Don't you have some mirror where you can admire yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin:I've never seen a woman so hung up on my looks&lt;br /&gt;Molly:Every woman is hung up on your looks, they just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pretend &lt;/span&gt;its your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Ze and kelly for supper after tui. It was fun but they didn't eat much. -.- waste petrol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Nat and Su Hoei at like 8AM for breakfast before tui. They didn't each much either.  but didn't waste petrol cause on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these two, I can conclude Natasha is a better driver but Ze Yin has a better sense of direction. Lol. Got lost with Nat. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-8613445214426355352?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/8613445214426355352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=8613445214426355352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8613445214426355352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8613445214426355352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-schizzowday.html' title='Happy SchizzowDay!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/StrLXT0ZhuI/AAAAAAAABX4/GyAFLPAEC0Q/s72-c/SNV30191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4019936347543517022</id><published>2009-10-09T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:31:47.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was posted by KYE from her blog. So all photo credits AND captions goes to her.... Lets give her a round of applause...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZJW0qUI/AAAAAAAABQA/DKm6KRyFr-w/s1600-h/P9300531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZJW0qUI/AAAAAAAABQA/DKm6KRyFr-w/s320/P9300531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719014366456130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is KIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiUGgTFiHI/AAAAAAAABQo/v3gn-8JTeN4/s1600-h/P9300526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiUGgTFiHI/AAAAAAAABQo/v3gn-8JTeN4/s320/P9300526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719793618913394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIL's friend Cynthia seems to be a little upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyaa and Kaveta are fighting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiUGCDiHGI/AAAAAAAABQg/bYPBych1qzo/s1600-h/P9300527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiUGCDiHGI/AAAAAAAABQg/bYPBych1qzo/s320/P9300527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719785500613730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaveta: I’m taking her.&lt;br /&gt;Alyaa: No! I’m taking her!&lt;br /&gt;KIL: Chill ladies, chill! One at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiUFgH3LAI/AAAAAAAABQY/VKN4zjNxbWs/s1600-h/P9300528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiUFgH3LAI/AAAAAAAABQY/VKN4zjNxbWs/s320/P9300528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719776391965698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaveta: Starting with me, your boobs are mine!&lt;br /&gt;Alyaa: No, I’m dry humping her first! If not I’m going to kill myself by jumping down from here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZ2y6DtI/AAAAAAAABQQ/vJWRbKhd4gE/s1600-h/P9300529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZ2y6DtI/AAAAAAAABQQ/vJWRbKhd4gE/s320/P9300529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719026563845842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIL: No Alyaa, don’t! It’s hard to choose between the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;Kaveta: Yeah yeah that’s right. Go ahead and jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZlylR9I/AAAAAAAABQI/NqWohElu3fs/s1600-h/P9300530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZlylR9I/AAAAAAAABQI/NqWohElu3fs/s320/P9300530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388719021999081426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyaa: I’m not in love with you anymore, KIL! You broke my heart!&lt;br /&gt;KIL: No, Alyaa! I didn’t! Come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSh3OTMII/AAAAAAAABPo/8RG_NcIXZb8/s1600-h/P9300534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSh3OTMII/AAAAAAAABPo/8RG_NcIXZb8/s320/P9300534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388718064606064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARADES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiShZ5NggI/AAAAAAAABPg/aiwpPgVxfrI/s1600-h/P9300536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiShZ5NggI/AAAAAAAABPg/aiwpPgVxfrI/s320/P9300536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388718056732983810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Sabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSg9xVnzI/AAAAAAAABPY/7VkqH_KhcfM/s1600-h/P9300537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSg9xVnzI/AAAAAAAABPY/7VkqH_KhcfM/s320/P9300537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388718049183768370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret romance between Kelly and Sher Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSgUpFaVI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qNeYH2IcyNQ/s1600-h/PA010528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSgUpFaVI/AAAAAAAABPQ/qNeYH2IcyNQ/s320/PA010528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388718038143297874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pick of her curang with my Lolly and Carmen is telling KIL to watch out for AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSf0geTDI/AAAAAAAABPI/Pu2x7Le-n4w/s1600-h/PA010530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiSf0geTDI/AAAAAAAABPI/Pu2x7Le-n4w/s320/PA010530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388718029517245490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Carmen giving a threatening expression warning to KIL to stay away from threesomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRq6yymKI/AAAAAAAABPA/KsgIAKb9bpA/s1600-h/PA010534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRq6yymKI/AAAAAAAABPA/KsgIAKb9bpA/s320/PA010534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388717120671619234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, she checks on herself and uses extra protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRqWNvCtI/AAAAAAAABO4/0CEN6nZTz5g/s1600-h/PA010538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRqWNvCtI/AAAAAAAABO4/0CEN6nZTz5g/s320/PA010538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388717110852520658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM sub marks..7 8 9! Hey KIL got 9, perfect match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRp7DSK4I/AAAAAAAABOw/RKrkE-5GNEU/s1600-h/PA010539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRp7DSK4I/AAAAAAAABOw/RKrkE-5GNEU/s320/PA010539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388717103560928130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIL is obviously english oreintated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRpZ2Vp7I/AAAAAAAABOo/ICe8ec2m9DU/s1600-h/PA010543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiRpZ2Vp7I/AAAAAAAABOo/ICe8ec2m9DU/s320/PA010543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388717094648260530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice background setting by Mei *snaps pic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQsNbaksI/AAAAAAAABOY/fQIDLMpLLyY/s1600-h/PA010545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQsNbaksI/AAAAAAAABOY/fQIDLMpLLyY/s320/PA010545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388716043342090946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does KIL have to say about AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t really care about AIDS actually, girls love me, there’s nothing much I can do about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQrugi7BI/AAAAAAAABOQ/ueLX4ue54Ts/s1600-h/PA010547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQrugi7BI/AAAAAAAABOQ/ueLX4ue54Ts/s320/PA010547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388716035042110482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQrH9HMhI/AAAAAAAABOI/Vpf0afIHaLw/s1600-h/PA010548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQrH9HMhI/AAAAAAAABOI/Vpf0afIHaLw/s320/PA010548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388716024692945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they think I'm emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQqjSvubI/AAAAAAAABOA/orho5fRfnCQ/s1600-h/PA010549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQqjSvubI/AAAAAAAABOA/orho5fRfnCQ/s320/PA010549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388716014851570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQqD6yZrI/AAAAAAAABN4/KyNcjQsay7g/s1600-h/PA010552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiQqD6yZrI/AAAAAAAABN4/KyNcjQsay7g/s320/PA010552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388716006429583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*very lenient school*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPptxyGcI/AAAAAAAABNw/LL-RKxw5bws/s1600-h/PA010553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPptxyGcI/AAAAAAAABNw/LL-RKxw5bws/s320/PA010553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388714900974606786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPpCY5NEI/AAAAAAAABNo/xTwiVTraMTM/s1600-h/PA010556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPpCY5NEI/AAAAAAAABNo/xTwiVTraMTM/s320/PA010556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388714889327490114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a nice picture," says KIL. I couldn't agree better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPoDTqzBI/AAAAAAAABNY/3ebANsnyHk0/s1600-h/PA010558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPoDTqzBI/AAAAAAAABNY/3ebANsnyHk0/s320/PA010558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388714872394140690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guide to flaunt of your biceps *scratch head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPoufjoTI/AAAAAAAABNg/cjfSAjVb2zo/s1600-h/PA010557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPoufjoTI/AAAAAAAABNg/cjfSAjVb2zo/s320/PA010557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388714883986727218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaunting off biceps *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPnpVfOmI/AAAAAAAABNQ/BEfTmsvXjXs/s1600-h/PA010567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiPnpVfOmI/AAAAAAAABNQ/BEfTmsvXjXs/s320/PA010567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388714865422449250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking GREEN drain water *makes the face-actually it tastes pretty good*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOjwFOhtI/AAAAAAAABNI/DJmIh4AhWYE/s1600-h/PA010568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOjwFOhtI/AAAAAAAABNI/DJmIh4AhWYE/s320/PA010568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388713699002189522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spits it back in..*i didn't, i was just laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOjNxg70I/AAAAAAAABNA/GQqSdOZWidQ/s1600-h/PA010569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOjNxg70I/AAAAAAAABNA/GQqSdOZWidQ/s320/PA010569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388713689792704322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Kye's Fly Here Fly There theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOi-4EiKI/AAAAAAAABM4/tNLUIdZr4sI/s1600-h/PA010570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOi-4EiKI/AAAAAAAABM4/tNLUIdZr4sI/s320/PA010570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388713685793671330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continues babbling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOiIUdKfI/AAAAAAAABMw/RF4nMIXSIgg/s1600-h/PA010572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOiIUdKfI/AAAAAAAABMw/RF4nMIXSIgg/s320/PA010572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388713671148775922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mei is pretty *hits KIL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOhkDJ4gI/AAAAAAAABMo/80nrzLwkcCk/s1600-h/PA010577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiOhkDJ4gI/AAAAAAAABMo/80nrzLwkcCk/s320/PA010577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388713661412532738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is it just me or are they playing "If i were a boy more often now?"&lt;br /&gt;-So now that its the A+ policy thing, i assume everyones prayers will be from A1 to A+.. So does god change his policy too? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 284px; top: 16px; left: 236px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Ss76Kv3IE0I/AAAAAAAAQK8/c9S61TGA-_Y/s640/SNV31172.JPG" closure_hashcode_qa52oa="399" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big big family&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px; top: 16px; left: 236px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/Ss75zm5k6qI/AAAAAAAAQKk/hoCKhlmAEQg/s640/SNV31161.JPG" closure_hashcode_qa52oa="808" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some old pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 384px; height: 512px; top: 0px; left: 364px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/SqBtlln-_lI/AAAAAAAAQEI/rPP7E93zHiY/s512/SNV30590.JPG" closure_hashcode_ocygbo="107" width="384" height="512" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 326px; top: 16px; left: 236px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/SqBt4zoo8_I/AAAAAAAAP_w/3zHAB6BL22o/s640/SNV30605.JPG" closure_hashcode_juua95="104" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 348px; top: 16px; left: 236px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MlEjhDBF_ss/SdolEKdUynI/AAAAAAAAPGs/_5QpTYrP4O8/s640/SNV38954.JPG" closure_hashcode_bj0kmm="850" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4019936347543517022?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4019936347543517022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4019936347543517022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4019936347543517022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4019936347543517022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-was-posted-by-kye-from-her-blog-so.html' title='This was posted by KYE from her blog. So all photo credits AND captions goes to her.... Lets give her a round of applause...'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/SsiTZJW0qUI/AAAAAAAABQA/DKm6KRyFr-w/s72-c/P9300531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4859161199334927287</id><published>2009-10-03T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:13:59.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire diaries looking good</title><content type='html'>Cast looking ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, facebook is being a pain in the butt. So pics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW3wNtYQI/AAAAAAAABWY/-sztAA2cEOg/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW3wNtYQI/AAAAAAAABWY/-sztAA2cEOg/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388370995007283458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that actually went on Friday was mostly EST students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW3Ct3KDI/AAAAAAAABWQ/bjv4d7cDjX8/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW3Ct3KDI/AAAAAAAABWQ/bjv4d7cDjX8/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388370982794111026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting our pencil case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW2i-l_rI/AAAAAAAABWI/U5XSvzsrC8w/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW2i-l_rI/AAAAAAAABWI/U5XSvzsrC8w/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388370974274354866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored during speeches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW2ACfCHI/AAAAAAAABWA/fXaaN2Kcg9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW2ACfCHI/AAAAAAAABWA/fXaaN2Kcg9Y/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388370964895434866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long winded speech with a lot of diff ppl giving ucapans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW1lhGB8I/AAAAAAAABV4/cZjKPdCECKE/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW1lhGB8I/AAAAAAAABV4/cZjKPdCECKE/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388370957776062402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks illegal don't it. hahaha,its actually ordering mcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYl4QUfhI/AAAAAAAABXA/k27eCXjuQ6s/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYl4QUfhI/AAAAAAAABXA/k27eCXjuQ6s/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388372886951329298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steppin on da whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYlUOlanI/AAAAAAAABW4/_qbKiQ3jMyI/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYlUOlanI/AAAAAAAABW4/_qbKiQ3jMyI/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388372877280373362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pic. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYkkaHBWI/AAAAAAAABWw/ps78_jPr8d8/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYkkaHBWI/AAAAAAAABWw/ps78_jPr8d8/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388372864443811170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYjavErzI/AAAAAAAABWo/4nNcxh7sB9o/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYjavErzI/AAAAAAAABWo/4nNcxh7sB9o/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388372844667514674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorting out our food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYgqdBndI/AAAAAAAABWg/IWF-H-OVQLc/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdYgqdBndI/AAAAAAAABWg/IWF-H-OVQLc/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388372797347175890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checkin the bill. they always give us one less item. either that or over charging us. and they're just brilliant. Our school has been spelled as Sin Joeh High School. Brilliant right? (p/s note the sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaUQShOII/AAAAAAAABXg/-o_JXtnXP_I/s1600-h/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaUQShOII/AAAAAAAABXg/-o_JXtnXP_I/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388374783188613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my bag size and hers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaTyjYJWI/AAAAAAAABXY/6W8tNbuFLHo/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaTyjYJWI/AAAAAAAABXY/6W8tNbuFLHo/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388374775206258018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaTADKD4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/cxfy9hql_ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaTADKD4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/cxfy9hql_ZQ/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388374761649344386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bhavy, do something more perverted la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaSZ2at_I/AAAAAAAABXI/OK8yWlU8EKs/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdaSZ2at_I/AAAAAAAABXI/OK8yWlU8EKs/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388374751395362802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. she stuck herself to the board. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and it is true.. they really are gonna grade us with the A+ system. jeez. Carmen Ng first told me and i was like really???? and my bro is right. its like primary school. A+. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor ppl should study better because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No computer. And if they do have one, no internet.&lt;br /&gt;No Tv. OR if they have one, no astro&lt;br /&gt;No storybooks, just school books.&lt;br /&gt;Poor lifestyle to motivate them&lt;br /&gt;No comfy bed that makes you just wanna continue sleeping&lt;br /&gt;No Nintendo Wii or games(not that i have this either)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4859161199334927287?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4859161199334927287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4859161199334927287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4859161199334927287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4859161199334927287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/10/vampire-diaries-looking-good.html' title='Vampire diaries looking good'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SsdW3wNtYQI/AAAAAAAABWY/-sztAA2cEOg/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-156611896230460010</id><published>2009-09-25T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:21:14.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Future_books"&gt;Future books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sage has confirmed in an interview that there will be seven books in the series, and that plans for the forthcoming novels are being developed, with each release tightening the plot.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The fifth novel, titled &lt;i&gt;Syren&lt;/i&gt;, is scheduled to be published September 29, 2009 in USA, according to Amazon.com &lt;sup id="cite_ref-9" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-9"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;, and the cover art has already appeared. As well as announcing the release date, the author has compared book five to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robinson_Crusoe" title="Robinson Crusoe"&gt;Robinson Crusoe&lt;/a&gt; with "tentacles—lots of them".&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Queste_interview_6-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Queste_interview-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Commenting on the final book, she says:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've planned the ending, and I'm already just drawing everything in, so with number seven, I can pretty much think what's going to happen. But on the other hand, there's always the unknown. I write in the character's shoes, so I'm never entirely sure what they're going to do.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;She has also expressed an interest in writing spin-off novels which focus on some of the other characters, once the seventh novel is complete.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me thinks she stops at the seventh book because the number of the book is 7? 7th son and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Film_adaptation"&gt;Film adaptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warner_Brothers" title="Warner Brothers" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Warner Brothers&lt;/a&gt; bought the rights to produce a film version of the first book, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magyk" title="Magyk"&gt;Magyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Karen Rosenfelt will produce the film, with Sage serving as an executive producer.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Variety_1-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Variety-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-10" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-10"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; According to Cinematical.com, the making of the movie will not start before the final &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter" title="Harry Potter"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; movie is completed.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-11" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-11"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Sage said that the screenplay will be developed after the writer's strike was over.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-4" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It was announced on July 17, 2009 that the movie will be animated, with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Frankel" title="David Frankel"&gt;David Frankel&lt;/a&gt; as director and Rob Lieber to adapt &lt;i&gt;Magyk&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;sup id="cite_ref-12" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-12"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;13&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sure by the time they release the movie i probably would have forgotten where i stashed my series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i want a movie on WILD MAGIC! =D or the magician's guild. if they would change the ending and let akkarin live. =D Alanna's series would be good. but i think magician's guild as a movie is good. heard rumors bout it being a movie but don't think its true. Anyways, books always beats movies. every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Interview_7-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septimus_Heap#cite_note-Interview-7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A post from eunice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://cherrytippedmuffinminds.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-kil-and-her-antics.html"&gt;This is KIL and her antics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95amWXC0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/dks3RWiAJYA/s1600-h/P3120279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95amWXC0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/dks3RWiAJYA/s320/P3120279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372646378354182978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a picture of my answers during exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95Z2CV3lI/AAAAAAAAA_o/uvbAwNyQYZ0/s1600-h/P2170239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95Z2CV3lI/AAAAAAAAA_o/uvbAwNyQYZ0/s320/P2170239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372646365385317970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checkin if she brought alcohol to school by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95ZRcrMCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eigW_JqT6ZI/s1600-h/P2130213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95ZRcrMCI/AAAAAAAAA_g/eigW_JqT6ZI/s320/P2130213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372646355563655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good girls doing sejarah homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So94bjPGTZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ttSo95_Venk/s1600-h/P4250304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So94bjPGTZI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ttSo95_Venk/s320/P4250304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372645295186660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading a storybook at her duty booth during Georgian fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, KIL and Cyn decided not to talk to each other so they went like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIL: Eunice, can you tell Cyn that I am not talking to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: Yeah, Eunice. Can you tell I-Lyn I am not talking to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like this the whole day from 12.20 till 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bet was either RM 5 or RM 10 and they argued. So, I said, make it RM 7.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bet was supposed to end at 12.20pm the next day which means to say, they can't talk to each other during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Cyn lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VERY NEXT MORNING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyn saw KIL and she went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: I-Lyn, Morning !!!!!! *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Lyn: You now owe me 7.50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-156611896230460010?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/156611896230460010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=156611896230460010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/156611896230460010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/156611896230460010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-books-sage-has-confirmed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3fYre-LJi48/So95amWXC0I/AAAAAAAAA_w/dks3RWiAJYA/s72-c/P3120279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2204563800014468677</id><published>2009-09-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:00:41.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  very last.</title><content type='html'>I know, i know. I keep saying this is my last post right? Lol. The main reason is Pn Tan Say See. She says she's going to take my laptop back... since... the weekends? and i usually don't blog without my laptop(i don't know why) and yet here i am still here. well, if she forgotten to take it i'm not gonna remind her. haha. Anyways. Pips was back yesterday. Spent the whole day with him. =D Sent him away today. He's living with ppl handling the snake temple stuff. Hopefully he's doing ok. *sigh* After that, went to meet Eel and Shaf for a horror movie marathon. Before that had a book spree!!! Whee. Broke once again. But stocks replenished! =D Hap-hap happy.  Bought hunted. will have to reread that series cause i forgotten most of the storyline. Bought dark visions. ^^ Sabs, have you started reading yours yet? And i can't believe theres a fifth book to the septimus heap series!!! no wonder the story seemed incomplete. jeez. but i kinda forgotten the storyline. And i wanted to buy the hardcover since all my books for the septimus heap series was hardcover but i could only find the paperback ones. isn't it weird that paperback ones came before hardcover? AND sophie kinsella's new bookSSS which i can't afford atm. well, i can but i'd rather wait for paperback ones. AND Dan Brown's the lost symbol!!! when's paperback coming out!!! and i can't believe the host is coming out in paperback now. after so long. Darren Shan's coming out in cinema's. =D read it long ago. don't really remember much anymore. haha. i remembered darren shan was the only book that the whole 5B read right? haha. it was like passed around. must ask jo to refresh. loads of other books to buy. to ppl who buys books: MPH has 20% sale for teenager books. so whoever that wants to buy, go now!! haha. buy marked. =D when's the last book of night world coming out anyway... oohhh. and Numair's books coming out next year!!! WHOOOO.... FINALLY. i wanted to read it in 2005... 2010 seemed so far at that time. Lets hope Tamora Pierce doesn't postpone. So many books, so little time and cash. haha. Anyways... Moving on from books......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we went and watched the perfect getaway. Show was ok...Has a twist at the end and like a puzzle la. Not much gory parts except towards the end. We laughed at the movie but i think the ppl behind and beside us was laughing at US. hahaha. particularly when Eel keeps calling Timothy Olyphant the hot guy. haha. There's a part where he was coming out of the waters after being shot and Shaf and eel were like the hot guy isn't dead! The hot guy isn't dead!! And towards the end.. Eel said, " see? i told you hairy guys were hot", the person behind her sighed and the one beside her laughed. hahahaha. Swt swt. Oh and the previews... There was one movie coming out in december... Avatar.. We were like... After SPM la.. then shaf was like sshhhh.. we are supposed to be over 18. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the perfect getaway. But for the final destination 4... the guy asked for our IC... so we said, left in the car and bla bla bla. then shaf told them we already went in the perfect getaway just now and showed him the ticket, he looked at us and gave us back our tickets. haha. we were like phewwww... well, it was my first time they asked for IC.. haha. Final Destination 4 sucked. The scenes were over exaggerated that it was too unrealistic. i practically laughed through the whole movie at the sheer ridiculous scenes. haha. like that part where the mechanic.. the gas pump or something knocked him into the fence.. and his meat came out in the shapes of the fence? hahahaha. and the parts where heads get chopped of... it like wham and blood spurts out. haha. unrealistic la. but i think it'll be better in 3D. We wanted to watch 3D but today chun chun tak ada dah. adui.  And mostly when something happens, there's no remains except the blood and torn clothes. lol. i don't get scared at these stuff. What i AM scared of are ghost movies. they get my adrenaline pumping. I mean good ghost movies.. not the au ta au ta ones. haha. so there you have it. My weakness out in the open. haha. At least perfect getaway had a plot. final destination was a disappointment. we should have watched gamer. gerard butler in there. =D After that, Eel and shaf went back.We were discussing that he has a nice bod.Then eel smsed me that timothy olyphant was 41 and had already 3 kids. she went back already and googled. hahahaha. before that they were saying he was in his 20s... i said he was older. haha. googled him more. apparently he's a good kisser. So you be the judge. How old does he look to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hollywoodchicago.com/sites/default/files/slideshow/Perfect_19.jpg" alt="Nick (Timothy Olyphant) and Gina (Kiele Sanchez)." title="Nick (Timothy Olyphant) and Gina (Kiele Sanchez)." width="640" height="358" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="watch-video-desc description"&gt;       &lt;span&gt;The most famous chihuahua in Hollywood has passed away. Gidget, the star of the movie Beverly Hills Chihuahua also starred in the Legally Blond films.RIP&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quoteentry" style="border-top: 2px solid rgb(179, 179, 179);"&gt; &lt;p class="noindent"&gt;George Lanter: I've been trying to kill myself all day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="noindent"&gt;George Lanter: So I'm gonna die AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="noindent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="noindent"&gt;like the black dude. He's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2204563800014468677?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2204563800014468677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2204563800014468677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2204563800014468677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2204563800014468677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-last.html' title='The  very last.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-8462691485655614383</id><published>2009-09-23T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:19:22.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SABBY DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9Q4bukZI/AAAAAAAABUI/9sNL-zL6GQY/s1600-h/SNV31094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9Q4bukZI/AAAAAAAABUI/9sNL-zL6GQY/s320/SNV31094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384683664710734226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole this from her family pic. isn't she cute? haha. bad lighting cause it was in a frame and i didnt wanna move it.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDWB3q5LI/AAAAAAAABVA/TqGdpY8ZDkU/s1600-h/SNV39243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDWB3q5LI/AAAAAAAABVA/TqGdpY8ZDkU/s320/SNV39243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690350212965554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpAN9KQekI/AAAAAAAABU4/WgqTFblr18k/s1600-h/SNV39247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpAN9KQekI/AAAAAAAABU4/WgqTFblr18k/s320/SNV39247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384686912974912066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/114SSCAM/SNV31152.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpIM6XW10I/AAAAAAAABVo/MLNvG7eqprA/s1600-h/SNV31154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpIM6XW10I/AAAAAAAABVo/MLNvG7eqprA/s320/SNV31154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384695691137701698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpIMaJVg2I/AAAAAAAABVg/wbsY9ccR9Fk/s1600-h/SNV31156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpIMaJVg2I/AAAAAAAABVg/wbsY9ccR9Fk/s320/SNV31156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384695682488959842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpANKXplrI/AAAAAAAABUw/82tVx4yyWMk/s1600-h/Choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpANKXplrI/AAAAAAAABUw/82tVx4yyWMk/s320/Choir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384686899340875442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///F:/DCIM/114SSCAM/SNV31152.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to spot her. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpAM6Q8_gI/AAAAAAAABUo/bDKUDn5iyQQ/s1600-h/SNV31466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpAM6Q8_gI/AAAAAAAABUo/bDKUDn5iyQQ/s320/SNV31466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384686895017819650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamsap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now declare you old. Updates bout Sabs partay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-arrived.. took pics. treasure hunt started. our group found the condom. lol. we tied. to see who won....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9QfmF-oI/AAAAAAAABUA/3s3V6h6IdK4/s1600-h/SNV31081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9QfmF-oI/AAAAAAAABUA/3s3V6h6IdK4/s320/SNV31081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384683658043325058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-powerpoint presentation. Awww sabs. you were too adorable. hahaha. pinch pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDXYK11qI/AAAAAAAABVQ/fkcbey-Sy_c/s1600-h/SNV31152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDXYK11qI/AAAAAAAABVQ/fkcbey-Sy_c/s320/SNV31152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690373378823842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said to not put this in youtube and facebook only right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jolly shandy contest? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-banana eating contest. HAHAHA. btw, after rewatching it, the whole thing sounds very wrong. =/ hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDWtJYlkI/AAAAAAAABVI/-nCsNZ7xZyk/s1600-h/SNV31153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDWtJYlkI/AAAAAAAABVI/-nCsNZ7xZyk/s320/SNV31153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690361829987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-makan kek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9RcTjv9I/AAAAAAAABUQ/ki_OtWKds0Y/s1600-h/SNV31095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9RcTjv9I/AAAAAAAABUQ/ki_OtWKds0Y/s320/SNV31095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384683674340147154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sabs. you didn't destroy it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-played the... bamboo thing.. whazzit called again?haha. mich was good. sabs was good. at least i tried right??? ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pinata~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9RwAXJII/AAAAAAAABUY/rs7yfySxLkQ/s1600-h/SNV31099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9RwAXJII/AAAAAAAABUY/rs7yfySxLkQ/s320/SNV31099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384683679628338306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chao before face painting. haha. how'd it go anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fun fun fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry sabs, ignore this other part) haha. share share post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before sabs party i went LITTLE COTTAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=9260115&amp;amp;id=519070603" class="UIPhotoGrid_PhotoLink clearfix"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_289364445603_519070603_9260115_5595352_s.jpg" alt="" class="UIPhotoGrid_Image" onload="this.fb_loaded = true;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. the very same one we went on the 19th. my mom wanted to go there and have our family lunch thingi. i was like O.o nooooo... lets go to the one near peng hwa instead.. but my family wanted to go there.. so what could i do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they still remembered me...&lt;br /&gt;the guy was like, "hi MISS KOH, how are you? welcome back" hahaha. we must have made an impression. maybe they're wondering how so much sound waves could be produced by 20 over teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;and the lady asked my cousin that i was the one who came the other day with my friends. hahaha. so ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pet shop. and hey meepo.... i fell asleep too! thats why i was late. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sabbo's party. went supper with relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9Se_eklI/AAAAAAAABUg/tVrKoThx-AY/s1600-h/SNV31103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9Se_eklI/AAAAAAAABUg/tVrKoThx-AY/s320/SNV31103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384683692241097298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in 20 minutes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDX5If0FI/AAAAAAAABVY/C0FrGvd4wr8/s1600-h/SNV31130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpDX5If0FI/AAAAAAAABVY/C0FrGvd4wr8/s320/SNV31130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690382227361874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last pic spoilt la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpINbInFZI/AAAAAAAABVw/Evf9WmKKH9c/s1600-h/SNV31131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrpINbInFZI/AAAAAAAABVw/Evf9WmKKH9c/s320/SNV31131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384695699934221714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-8462691485655614383?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/8462691485655614383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=8462691485655614383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8462691485655614383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/8462691485655614383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-sabby-day.html' title='HAPPY SABBY DAY!!!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sro9Q4bukZI/AAAAAAAABUI/9sNL-zL6GQY/s72-c/SNV31094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-2604056686145014306</id><published>2009-09-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:14:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One and only Middle 17th.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging now and you'll probably never hear from me again till a few weeks. Life will be pretty uneventful. Unless of course i feel the sudden urge of blogging. Anyways, 19 ppl turned up for the 19th of September. Excluding me and PY. I'm actually surprised everyone could come but nevertheless happy. It all started early in the morning when Cynthia started smsing me and disrupting my sleep.It was 9 am. I slept at 4 am. But due to exam training, where i slept less than 5 hours everyday anyway, it felt normal. We.... what did we do? hmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. Ironically....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for:&lt;br /&gt;-3 years&lt;br /&gt;We watched:&lt;br /&gt;-3 18 PL movies(We never watched a U movie together before. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;We bought:&lt;br /&gt;3 similar things together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I can't really think now.. So thats for now. Oh i played piano and we sang. haha. We left said goodbye to Elizabeth and cousin cause they're leaving for kl then back to bahrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZfmiB_RvI/AAAAAAAABPY/aWUMEo8IU28/s1600-h/CIMG2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZfmiB_RvI/AAAAAAAABPY/aWUMEo8IU28/s320/CIMG2916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383595520142821106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. There's always next year. Took pics. Brother dropped me at gurney and I FORGOT TO BRING DOWN MY HAND PHONE. typical isn't it? jeez. I forget my phone when i need it the most. Like the KL trip. and the CH trip. Ugh. Nevermind. I had Cyn to send messages to everyone that was going to contact her instead. We walked around gurney. Looking for the stuff i needed to buy. Out of 5 things, i bought 1. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiIvmV0NI/AAAAAAAABPg/_9adF7k8tCM/s1600-h/IMG_3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiIvmV0NI/AAAAAAAABPg/_9adF7k8tCM/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383598306923761874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiJFCH9rI/AAAAAAAABPo/3WoKvhmkv3E/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiJFCH9rI/AAAAAAAABPo/3WoKvhmkv3E/s320/IMG_3033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383598312677439154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Eunice and June who just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to buy bra strap. i was feeling sleepy then. When June said she wanna eat, Me and cyn headed to the toilet to wear the bra straps. (Mine snapped and she wanted to wear a transparent one) At first we stood outside the cubicles... I asked Cyn to help me put on the ones at the back. but everytime she wanted to attach it someone came in. Not wanting to look weird with her hand down my shirt, we decided to go inside the cubicle... When we came out.... We both are like readjusting our shirts and bra straps while walking out.. and there was a long line of ppl.... who are probably wondering who knows what we were doing in the cubicle. together. hahahha.. Their looks were priceless. Shopped more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiJmOpn8I/AAAAAAAABPw/utxV48S2vqM/s1600-h/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiJmOpn8I/AAAAAAAABPw/utxV48S2vqM/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383598321588346818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim said she arrived. Went to meet her. Tze Ni came the same time. Then we went.... Up? I think so. Bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiKJFV2vI/AAAAAAAABP4/rEyM3gYd_64/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiKJFV2vI/AAAAAAAABP4/rEyM3gYd_64/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383598330944543474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Carmen they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiK3jgPMI/AAAAAAAABQA/Cq5o-3PHpr0/s1600-h/IMG_3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZiK3jgPMI/AAAAAAAABQA/Cq5o-3PHpr0/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383598343419083970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Michelle, then py. Anyway, took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZobHC4SwI/AAAAAAAABQI/i2JFs6R3Lgk/s1600-h/IMG_3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZobHC4SwI/AAAAAAAABQI/i2JFs6R3Lgk/s320/IMG_3059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383605219524889346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and PY. Black shirts, Jeans, White Bags, White shoes. Are we alike or what? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into cinema. The Ugly Truth was nice. Cliche, but nice la with plenty of dirty jokes. I liked Katherine Heigl but realised Gerard Butler was a pretty good actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; got his role in new movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Ugly Truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because of his penchant for telling dirty jokes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scottish hunk admits if he hadn’t been so ready to tell his rude ditties he would still be playing mean and moody roles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“One of the main reasons I ended up doing &lt;em&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/em&gt; was that I was doing an action movie where I play very dark and brooding. At night, I would go to dinner with the guys from Lakeshore (Entertainment), and I would tell dirty jokes and be vulgar, and they kept going, ‘You should do The Ugly Truth.’ I had never read the script and, finally, I read it and I went, ‘Okay, I get it’.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butler, 39, &lt;a href="http://www.showbizspy.com/article/189554/gerard-butler-late-night-binge-eater.html"&gt;recently revealed&lt;/a&gt; that he makes late-night trips to the fridge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“My late-night pigging-out binges,” he said of his worst habits.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I went to my fridge the other day and was so angry there was no bread.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I called my assistant and said, ‘What happened to the bread?’ “She said, ‘Your trainer told me to take it!’”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie sent June into peals of laughter till she was laughing on my lap. somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001337/"&gt;Abby Richter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: My cat stepped on the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0124930/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, be sure to thank your pussy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001337/"&gt;Abby Richter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:I'm your producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0124930/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I like the women on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally Eunice niche area. =D  Moving on, went out... jmin called to say her mom was coming.. me and py planned to buy the same hairband and up till then we haven't got one. We decided to buy the crown-like one in Maggie-T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtHW8faeI/AAAAAAAABQ4/OLpDcIbykbM/s1600-h/IMG_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtHW8faeI/AAAAAAAABQ4/OLpDcIbykbM/s320/IMG_3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610377753815522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashed there, and dashed down. Reached little cottage. Started greeting ppl and taking pics. I'm really glad everyone respected the themes and wore what was required. Lol. Wasn't expecting that too. Everyone looked great. In their skirts/dresses with hairbands. =D Food was ok. My lips was bugging me. Double lips. Ugh. Irritating. haha. but i had loads of fun. I remember laughing a lot.. but can't remember about what now... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqbSGmg_I/AAAAAAAABQw/8q_xLvhTb28/s1600-h/IMG_3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqbSGmg_I/AAAAAAAABQw/8q_xLvhTb28/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383607421516547058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqaipRdNI/AAAAAAAABQo/LxfwzJyCb5A/s1600-h/IMG_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqaipRdNI/AAAAAAAABQo/LxfwzJyCb5A/s320/IMG_3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383607408777065682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqZ7Ou6dI/AAAAAAAABQg/yMMXRSDDdi8/s1600-h/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqZ7Ou6dI/AAAAAAAABQg/yMMXRSDDdi8/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383607398196767186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥Carmen's hardwork♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never actually took a pic of the presents and too lazy to find the cam now. But thanks everyone. Although i said you didn't have to. -.- We were loud. Very loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqYzwJeLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/1iJjJX_3p8I/s1600-h/IMG_3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqYzwJeLI/AAAAAAAABQQ/1iJjJX_3p8I/s320/IMG_3566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383607379009566898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqZS5rvPI/AAAAAAAABQY/wkvtxxUgLWs/s1600-h/IMG_3662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZqZS5rvPI/AAAAAAAABQY/wkvtxxUgLWs/s320/IMG_3662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383607387371060466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know about the cake. Except that Michelle let slip and asked where's the cake. Even then i thought she was just saying. When everyone started saying "Michelle!!" then i realised. =D Thanks ppl!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected though. =D Some bill problems, settled. Full pics in FB. Transport problems. I assumed we were following ze cause i thought only a small amount of ppl was going to Mcd. but oh well. That too, settled. haha. we talked bout celebs on the way there. Loved the part where me and WY(ok i know its supposed to be WY and I but this sounds better right?) shouted at ze yin in unison, "MICHAEL JACKSON NEVER ADOPTED KIDS!!" He only invites them to play in his ranch. =D Nice to see someone different defending him. =D We played a fast game of monopoly. Kah mei was in a rush. as usual. cause her dad was coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtHw-KsgI/AAAAAAAABRA/NLJbq3u7yK8/s1600-h/IMG_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtHw-KsgI/AAAAAAAABRA/NLJbq3u7yK8/s320/IMG_3718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610384740168194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtIYSVVWI/AAAAAAAABRI/AWKaKCjULMw/s1600-h/IMG_3725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtIYSVVWI/AAAAAAAABRI/AWKaKCjULMw/s320/IMG_3725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610395293734242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My park lane that NO ONE stops at. 3 houses. 1100. =D Finally GP visited. It made her bankrupt. =D played till PZY had to go home. We had a majority thingi to see whether to follow ZY home or not..  We didn't. Went back up. And regretted keeping the monopoly. haha. We gossiped, bang splat(i don't know why we always play this when we have nothing), tried out Cyn's failed game the other day Truth or dare and finally Charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtJCxJBuI/AAAAAAAABRQ/laIFBQFUza0/s1600-h/IMG_3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtJCxJBuI/AAAAAAAABRQ/laIFBQFUza0/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610406697240290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth or dare was funny. We dared PY to take chilli sauce and put on any other table except ours. After she said she wanted to put on the empty table, we said after putting it down, she has to pai pai that table. hahahaha. so she went, put on the empty table and prayed. HAHAHA. funny la. then dad came. In the end we needed to go ZY's house as Py forgot her bag. Went there to pee. =D Went home. We were sleepy but all agreed that what was a sleepover if all we did was sleep, so we all tried to keep awake by eating.. maggie mee.... i think we cooked like... 4 packets. Played card games. While watching Push. I like Push!!! EVeryone who hasn't watched go watch! Its kinda heroes, kung fu hustle, x-men thing. hahaha. In the end, all of us fell asleep without finish watching. Woke up the next morning. Last week, we planned to go market, buy ingredients and cook.. but decided we were too lazy. haha. Spent the morning lazing around. Played all types of games with the cards. Even the game "Donkey". I was Donkey once, cyn once, june thrice. Py tak kena lagi. We wanted to go swimming but as soon as we stepped out of the house, it started pouring. So we decided to eat first. After we ate, it was still raining. So we went down, brought our cards along to wait in the shaded area beside the pool. Py finally became the donkey.=D Py was randomly praying so that the rain will stop. Everytime it got heavier, we'll tell her, "you not sincere enough" in which she would start praying again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwmkvs5CI/AAAAAAAABRw/8WGx21_80wo/s1600-h/IMG_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwmkvs5CI/AAAAAAAABRw/8WGx21_80wo/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383614212569097250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwl2UK-hI/AAAAAAAABRo/6g93e_aWbVg/s1600-h/IMG_3761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwl2UK-hI/AAAAAAAABRo/6g93e_aWbVg/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383614200105597458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwlYMvi6I/AAAAAAAABRg/h0YYNJ_qx_s/s1600-h/IMG_3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwlYMvi6I/AAAAAAAABRg/h0YYNJ_qx_s/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383614192021375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtJ9vKirI/AAAAAAAABRY/vjE0O0MT-QY/s1600-h/IMG_3751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZtJ9vKirI/AAAAAAAABRY/vjE0O0MT-QY/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383610422526642866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was just a drizzle.. We started with throwing Cynthia down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwnOItrhI/AAAAAAAABR4/xQ_Cd9nb1Ps/s1600-h/IMG_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwnOItrhI/AAAAAAAABR4/xQ_Cd9nb1Ps/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383614223679860242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by June...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwnq0v4YI/AAAAAAAABSA/q9YnFX5-U7Y/s1600-h/IMG_3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZwnq0v4YI/AAAAAAAABSA/q9YnFX5-U7Y/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383614231380746626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by what was supposed to be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx09A2IFI/AAAAAAAABSI/quMqXiMfan4/s1600-h/IMG_3769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx09A2IFI/AAAAAAAABSI/quMqXiMfan4/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383615559113252946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Cyn went down with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx1Sm_TzI/AAAAAAAABSQ/kuwpRss79LI/s1600-h/IMG_3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx1Sm_TzI/AAAAAAAABSQ/kuwpRss79LI/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383615564910382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD because she couldn't bear for me to jump alone.XD HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH. funny, funny!They decided i needed a rethrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ17qzrrfI/AAAAAAAABTY/ux_XmX_lP2Q/s1600-h/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ17qzrrfI/AAAAAAAABTY/ux_XmX_lP2Q/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620072531799538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx19skYBI/AAAAAAAABSY/jMDWRdmvwGw/s1600-h/IMG_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx19skYBI/AAAAAAAABSY/jMDWRdmvwGw/s320/IMG_3773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383615576476508178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played few games in the pool... Monkey.. Finding hidden stuff. hmm. Swim race. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ19p86yGI/AAAAAAAABT4/hbnFulTCMLU/s1600-h/IMG_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ19p86yGI/AAAAAAAABT4/hbnFulTCMLU/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620106661840994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ19BMRcSI/AAAAAAAABTw/KQ7ZjiG53nM/s1600-h/IMG_3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ19BMRcSI/AAAAAAAABTw/KQ7ZjiG53nM/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620095720386850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ18kmHK8I/AAAAAAAABTo/LmgPwdXXdQU/s1600-h/IMG_3827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ18kmHK8I/AAAAAAAABTo/LmgPwdXXdQU/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620088044137410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ18ETzVLI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y_tys17BH_c/s1600-h/IMG_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ18ETzVLI/AAAAAAAABTg/Y_tys17BH_c/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383620079377405106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ04IhO2vI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FBZT8jI6RA8/s1600-h/IMG_3817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ04IhO2vI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FBZT8jI6RA8/s320/IMG_3817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618912276372210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ03mMhXgI/AAAAAAAABTI/avMO9vbLLt4/s1600-h/IMG_3805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ03mMhXgI/AAAAAAAABTI/avMO9vbLLt4/s320/IMG_3805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618903062699522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loook at Cyn. HAHAHAHAHA. Her own words: I look like a frog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ03GYn1-I/AAAAAAAABTA/I-TNueflf3k/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ03GYn1-I/AAAAAAAABTA/I-TNueflf3k/s320/IMG_3795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618894523520994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ02lXcSCI/AAAAAAAABS4/KvFIGv4EaHE/s1600-h/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ02lXcSCI/AAAAAAAABS4/KvFIGv4EaHE/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618885660198946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ02CcsSfI/AAAAAAAABSw/RL8el9okQsk/s1600-h/IMG_3785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZ02CcsSfI/AAAAAAAABSw/RL8el9okQsk/s320/IMG_3785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618876286978546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx3O5FOwI/AAAAAAAABSo/pFHhdLC16UI/s1600-h/IMG_3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx3O5FOwI/AAAAAAAABSo/pFHhdLC16UI/s320/IMG_3781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383615598272264962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx2k0aLzI/AAAAAAAABSg/DKFDUlPCI-s/s1600-h/IMG_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZx2k0aLzI/AAAAAAAABSg/DKFDUlPCI-s/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383615586978377522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came up, showered, played a few songs on piano while they sang. Ng pei Ying! you forgot to send me the recording!! In the end sang from youtube. haaha. ate more maggie mee.... 3 packets. played monopoly again. =D Our free parking had 1500... from the taxes. In the end Cyn got it. T.T Cyn kept thinking my property was hers. Nyeh. And I had a 3 houses... She had to give me 750. =D Every chance or treasure chest June touches always bring bad news. haha. had to cut the game short cause they had to go. =( but i won.... =D my assets were 4880. =D i made them all remember that figure. =D Then it was goodbye with me constantly reminding them, this is our last year... =(  but, of course they could still come next year. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post. Long time no Long post. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-2604056686145014306?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/2604056686145014306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=2604056686145014306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2604056686145014306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/2604056686145014306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-and-only-middle-17th.html' title='The One and only Middle 17th.'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrZfmiB_RvI/AAAAAAAABPY/aWUMEo8IU28/s72-c/CIMG2916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3169708704527439237</id><published>2009-09-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:33:19.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late RIP to Patrick Swayze</title><content type='html'>I could solemnly swear i was just watching the documentary on him at E! news. One whole day before i found out he passed away in the newspaper. They were saying that he was THE star before zac efron, jonas brothers and everyone. =o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Been busy. Not going to update much. Maybe i'll update bout sat. when i find time. In the mean time, these few pics will be here. The rest, Facebook. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPerhFItJI/AAAAAAAABPI/4VRl64y2ui4/s1600-h/SNV31041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPerhFItJI/AAAAAAAABPI/4VRl64y2ui4/s320/SNV31041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890818833527954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the serang hendap taktik. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPeq_SgkMI/AAAAAAAABPA/Th3MJn2y1NA/s1600-h/SNV31035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPeq_SgkMI/AAAAAAAABPA/Th3MJn2y1NA/s320/SNV31035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382890809762812098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to invert this haha. Twister. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVUR_LynI/AAAAAAAABO4/1E4DEq5gJCg/s1600-h/SNV31033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVUR_LynI/AAAAAAAABO4/1E4DEq5gJCg/s320/SNV31033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880524040391282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen's expressions are usually priceless if you take her candid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVTZ27q9I/AAAAAAAABOw/tuA8v_kPh-A/s1600-h/SNV31022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVTZ27q9I/AAAAAAAABOw/tuA8v_kPh-A/s320/SNV31022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880508973394898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVS7ZKE0I/AAAAAAAABOo/vDYejGpfOeQ/s1600-h/SNV31018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVS7ZKE0I/AAAAAAAABOo/vDYejGpfOeQ/s320/SNV31018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880500795446082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheh wah bhavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVSP-IoGI/AAAAAAAABOg/14UUUu1Esv4/s1600-h/SNV30993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVSP-IoGI/AAAAAAAABOg/14UUUu1Esv4/s320/SNV30993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880489139380322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference between washing your shoe.... and not washing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVRlSry0I/AAAAAAAABOY/qtkZONemWec/s1600-h/SNV30956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPVRlSry0I/AAAAAAAABOY/qtkZONemWec/s320/SNV30956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880477682846530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berperingkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPSBZuf4dI/AAAAAAAABOQ/oURLkr0CW9w/s1600-h/SNV30946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPSBZuf4dI/AAAAAAAABOQ/oURLkr0CW9w/s320/SNV30946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382876901165490642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years from now.... we'll probably look at this pic and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPSA3F8dYI/AAAAAAAABOI/5IRXxyfkFl0/s1600-h/SNV30910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPSA3F8dYI/AAAAAAAABOI/5IRXxyfkFl0/s320/SNV30910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382876891868591490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice, i know your short. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPSAaa5C2I/AAAAAAAABOA/dmayqsbAfzk/s1600-h/SNV30907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPSAaa5C2I/AAAAAAAABOA/dmayqsbAfzk/s320/SNV30907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382876884171819874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last paper. THE very last paper i'll take in a classroom. unless, of course they happen to have SPM in classroom. No more rubber throwing, no more bugging ppl, no more sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPR_vJGeqI/AAAAAAAABN4/0FTdtlSUsgk/s1600-h/SNV30894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPR_vJGeqI/AAAAAAAABN4/0FTdtlSUsgk/s320/SNV30894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382876872554478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPR_JC-R2I/AAAAAAAABNw/Zs6OMMipotI/s1600-h/SNV30875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPR_JC-R2I/AAAAAAAABNw/Zs6OMMipotI/s320/SNV30875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382876862328227682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sleeping already. and the teacher not noticing me of course. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3169708704527439237?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3169708704527439237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3169708704527439237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3169708704527439237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3169708704527439237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-rip-to-patrick-swayze.html' title='Late RIP to Patrick Swayze'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SrPerhFItJI/AAAAAAAABPI/4VRl64y2ui4/s72-c/SNV31041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-5967600214196491285</id><published>2009-09-12T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:43:06.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;when Michael accidentally runs in on his set&lt;/i&gt;] Cut! You hairball, I'll never finish this movie! Who let him in? Isn't anybody in charge? Don't you know ANYTHING about show business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001391/"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/b&gt;: My producer is doing this to me, isn't he? I ask for a BAD guy and he gives me Michael Jackson? I can't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001391/"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;a traffic cop points to a "No Moonwalking" sign&lt;/i&gt;] Me and my friend, Spike, we were just... But, my friend, he was just... Spike, he was just here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traffic Cop&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Hands him a ticket pad&lt;/i&gt;] I need your autograph right HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Though the &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/vma/2009/"&gt;2009 MTV Video Music Awards&lt;/a&gt; don't begin until Sunday night, the bass-bumping, guitar-wailing action is already in full swing inside New York's Radio City Music Hall as superstar artists rehearse for their performances. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you know what? It's just not fair that we're the only ones who get a sneak peek at this pop-culture heaven. That's why we've decided to pull aside the curtain and let you know what the first 30 minutes of the VMA show will deliver. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:436327" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=instance%3Dnews%26id%3D1620875%26vid%3D436327" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." height="223" width="256"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A very special &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1620979/20090908/jackson_janet.jhtml"&gt;tribute to Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt; will begin the show, and Janet Jackson will be there to take part. From there, it's off to the entertainment races. Get ready for Eminem, Jack Black, Pete Wentz, Kristin Cavallari, &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1621319/20090911/bieber_justin.jhtml"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/a&gt; and Miranda Cosgrove. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did we mention you'll also get Shakira and "Twilight" star Taylor Lautner too? Well, it's gonna happen, so get prepared, and time your bathroom breaks wisely. In the first 30 minutes, you'll also be treated to performances from Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift and house-band MC Wale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, host Russell Brand will be front and center the entire time. Returning for emceeing duty after last year's controversy-filled show, &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1621166/20090910/brand__russell.jhtml"&gt;Brand has promised to bring the love&lt;/a&gt; to the 2009 VMAs. Goodness knows what that means to the potty-mouthed comedian! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's pretty much an entire awards show of pop-culture righteousness stuffed into this half-hour. But there's much more to come afterward, and you'll just have to keep glued to the boob tube to take it all in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are going to be performances by Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Pink, Green Day and Muse. Plus appearances by Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, Nelly Furtado, Leighton Meester, Chace Crawford and Ne-Yo, and exclusive, never-before-seen footage from &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1620591/20090902/story.jhtml"&gt;"Twilight" sequel "New Moon"&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1621114/20090910/jackson_michael.jhtml"&gt;Michael Jackson documentary "This Is It."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you are. Welcome behind the VMA curtain. We hope you're as pumped for the show as we are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/vma/2009/"&gt;2009 MTV Video Music Awards&lt;/a&gt; air live this Sunday, September 13, at 9 p.m. ET, but New York is celebrating the VMAs all week long! Stay tuned for party coverage, concert reports, behind-the-scenes updates and more.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-5967600214196491285?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/5967600214196491285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=5967600214196491285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5967600214196491285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/5967600214196491285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/09/steven-spielberg-when-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-7181272388031752212</id><published>2009-08-30T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:45:16.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy MERDEKA and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEPTEMBER BABIES... Kiren(5th), Pei Ying(6th), Lyla(7th), Wai Pheng(8th), Me(9th), Eunice...Kwok(10th)!!!</title><content type='html'>=D kinda lazy to post up pictures now but its the thought that counts right? haha. Yesterday was totally MJ day! haha. smsed MJ fans and new MJ-converts Happy MJ DAY!!! oh and a non-fan, ze yin. i sms her that to annoy her. =D&lt;br /&gt;All replied Happy MJ day back.. and it really was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12-4&lt;/span&gt; Light and Easy 4 hour Michael Jackson marathon. They gave away a hamper with 17 of his cd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.30-4&lt;/span&gt; Interview MJ friends(not his close friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4-5 &lt;/span&gt;MJ's influence on Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7.50-9&lt;/span&gt; E-news! All about Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10.45-1&lt;/span&gt; MJ's 30th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Unfortunatly i missed the last part. Had dinner with relatives. Pics.. Lazy upload. Today BBQ party... One day.. I shall upload. Or check facebook. Its faster there. =D Nat came today. Nat + my dirty-minded cousin= Never ending entertainment, They both are hilarious i tell you. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" href="javascript:void(0);" title="Click to zoom out." class="menuTrigger hover"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.weddingstory.com.my/blogfoto/merdeka.jpg" src="http://www.weddingstory.com.my/blogfoto/merdeka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-7181272388031752212?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/7181272388031752212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=7181272388031752212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7181272388031752212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7181272388031752212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-merdeka-and-also-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy MERDEKA and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEPTEMBER BABIES... Kiren(5th), Pei Ying(6th), Lyla(7th), Wai Pheng(8th), Me(9th), Eunice...Kwok(10th)!!!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-3858992448851080378</id><published>2009-08-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:57:13.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Michael Jackson Day!</title><content type='html'>He would have been 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwDAb6hoxqA/SkSKnQvQh4I/AAAAAAAAA28/CWLJWO-cB3I/s400/michael_jackson_young.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwDAb6hoxqA/SkSKnQvQh4I/AAAAAAAAA28/CWLJWO-cB3I/s400/michael_jackson_young.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00047/2806_surgery_01_47015a.jpg" src="http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00047/2806_surgery_01_47015a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 354px; height: 536px;" alt="http://www.morethings.com/music/michael_jackson/michael-jackson-308.jpg" src="http://www.morethings.com/music/michael_jackson/michael-jackson-308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a id="zoomedLink" href="javascript:void(0);" title="Click to zoom out." class="menuTrigger hover"&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 318px;" alt="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/michael_jackson_death_14_we__opt1.jpg" src="http://img.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/michael_jackson_death_14_we__opt1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 303px;" alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyIYP1-t1W0/SkZp57eFbfI/AAAAAAAAGrk/6QY4dsoeOzc/s400/michael_jackson_14.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jyIYP1-t1W0/SkZp57eFbfI/AAAAAAAAGrk/6QY4dsoeOzc/s400/michael_jackson_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 393px;" alt="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//54/5/5452da73aabf99b823d7bdd2e7e15d5d.jpg" src="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//54/5/5452da73aabf99b823d7bdd2e7e15d5d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i694.photobucket.com/albums/vv309/tif/michael-jackson15.jpg" alt="michael-jackson15.jpg MICHAEL JACKSON image by tif" galleryimg="no" style="width: 303px; height: 400px; cursor: default;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://blog.quickdfw.com/michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean.jpg" src="http://blog.quickdfw.com/michael-jackson-smooth-criminal-lean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://m.pimpmyspace.org/pimp/1/aa/aa3d0695d792c638bebb.gif" src="http://m.pimpmyspace.org/pimp/1/aa/aa3d0695d792c638bebb.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyn..don't get jealous that i put more pics for him.. can put for you.. only i lazy to upload. this one copy paste only. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OEM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-3858992448851080378?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/3858992448851080378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=3858992448851080378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3858992448851080378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/3858992448851080378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-michael-jackson-day.html' title='Happy Michael Jackson Day!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwDAb6hoxqA/SkSKnQvQh4I/AAAAAAAAA28/CWLJWO-cB3I/s72-c/michael_jackson_young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-9178791492825922581</id><published>2009-08-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:04:33.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Ted Kennedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Former Republican President George W. Bush said in a  statement that Kennedy was a man of passion who advocated for his convictions.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I  was pleased to work with Senator Kennedy on legislation to raise standards in  public schools, reform immigration, and ensure dignity and fair treatment for  Americans suffering from mental illness," Bush said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"In a life filled with trials, Ted Kennedy never gave in  to self-pity or despair. He maintained his optimistic spirit, his sense of  humor, and his faith in his fellow citizens. He loved his family and his country  — and he served them until the end," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;Ok.. Although i don't really know him i can still post bout him right?Is it just me or are there more politicians dying this year? The  Ex South &lt;em&gt;Korea President committed suicide, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Former Philippine leader Corazon Aquino, Asia's first female president died from colon cancer, &lt;/b&gt;Senator Claiborne Pell a Democrat from Rhode Island to name a few.. Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;Anyway, Friday was DAMN FUN. Although its a total waste of a day. We had accounts.. then it was PARTAY time. loads of cam-whoring and dancing(lil) cause Eel brought her ipod and amplifier. haha. we closed the door..... and wheeee. haha. i remember me and bhavy shouting when she played MJ songs. haha. theres a prefect that came in.. junior one... eel paused her ipod and we all like froze, then she was like " i'm just here to ask for michelle, so continue your "fun"" hahahha. teachers passed by and didn't mind. haha. mei shan came in and said she could hear us two classes away. treasure hunt was fun. we won!! after running like the whole school. BJ, MS and bhavy ran in the rain smore. haha. lazy to elaborate. fun fun fun. i wanna do it again. after spm preferrably. haha. can we go back to school one day after spm and play softball?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;Random info:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack" itxtvisited="1"&gt;Hans Christian Andersen, immortalized for his famous fairy tales, was considered an ugly child and had no friends, so he lived in a dream world as a boy. (Not helping Hans’s mental state in later life was the fact that his fairy tales were greeted by scathing reviews: "...quite unsuitable for children... positively harmful for the mind..." etc.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-9178791492825922581?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/9178791492825922581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=9178791492825922581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/9178791492825922581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/9178791492825922581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-ted-kennedy.html' title='RIP Ted Kennedy'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-665696812123863105</id><published>2009-08-25T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:30:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MA ONE AND ONLY DELUSIONAL BABI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZnYk-LzI/AAAAAAAABNo/j6g-0zYM29E/s1600-h/Picture%2B128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZnYk-LzI/AAAAAAAABNo/j6g-0zYM29E/s320/Picture%2B128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948419762958130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZnLXnqCI/AAAAAAAABNg/tLNS9JG1LZg/s1600-h/Picture%2B133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZnLXnqCI/AAAAAAAABNg/tLNS9JG1LZg/s320/Picture%2B133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948416217294882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZmqDXQsI/AAAAAAAABNY/ae-TGfPMhRg/s1600-h/SNV30967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZmqDXQsI/AAAAAAAABNY/ae-TGfPMhRg/s320/SNV30967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948407273964226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZlwfRtNI/AAAAAAAABNQ/SriISxsFyxQ/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZlwfRtNI/AAAAAAAABNQ/SriISxsFyxQ/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948391821784274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZlhQOrNI/AAAAAAAABNI/il80NtLhrkk/s1600-h/our%2Bmemory..%2Bsweet%2Bsweet%2Bmemory%21%21%21%2BxD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZlhQOrNI/AAAAAAAABNI/il80NtLhrkk/s320/our%2Bmemory..%2Bsweet%2Bsweet%2Bmemory%21%21%21%2BxD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948387732139218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for &lt;s&gt;standing&lt;/s&gt;  sitting beside me all these years. I don't know how you remain sane. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-665696812123863105?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/665696812123863105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=665696812123863105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/665696812123863105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/665696812123863105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-ma-one-and-only.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MA ONE AND ONLY DELUSIONAL BABI!'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SpQZnYk-LzI/AAAAAAAABNo/j6g-0zYM29E/s72-c/Picture%2B128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-7448994907090327921</id><published>2009-08-14T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:52:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love bringing camera to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW_R8WWN3I/AAAAAAAABNA/f3FKFHOCOKM/s1600-h/SNV39728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW_R8WWN3I/AAAAAAAABNA/f3FKFHOCOKM/s320/SNV39728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369908445687723890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW965QehjI/AAAAAAAABMw/L51lGYuP4lI/s1600-h/SNV39694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW965QehjI/AAAAAAAABMw/L51lGYuP4lI/s320/SNV39694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369906950209177138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Py!!! Eunice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW96VfyhNI/AAAAAAAABMo/hb0CKr8FZio/s1600-h/SNV39483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW96VfyhNI/AAAAAAAABMo/hb0CKr8FZio/s320/SNV39483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369906940609725650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW95rRuFkI/AAAAAAAABMg/cInLAO6kLd4/s1600-h/SNV39485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW95rRuFkI/AAAAAAAABMg/cInLAO6kLd4/s320/SNV39485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369906929276425794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From me to Carmen. Pics purely from newspapers. hard work. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW95Ne93FI/AAAAAAAABMY/zwTjj0EIQRg/s1600-h/SNV39598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW95Ne93FI/AAAAAAAABMY/zwTjj0EIQRg/s320/SNV39598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369906921278921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW_RNYH1gI/AAAAAAAABM4/1YERNcaGZuI/s1600-h/SNV39623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW_RNYH1gI/AAAAAAAABM4/1YERNcaGZuI/s320/SNV39623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369908433078703618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW94j3pNVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/BqVA7uNG7-8/s1600-h/SNV39628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW94j3pNVI/AAAAAAAABMQ/BqVA7uNG7-8/s320/SNV39628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369906910108136786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to invert. was trying to block bhavy from view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW7_124mDI/AAAAAAAABMI/n7VOxxYGNqQ/s1600-h/SNV39624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW7_124mDI/AAAAAAAABMI/n7VOxxYGNqQ/s320/SNV39624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369904836172617778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ fans. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW7_Xsp3KI/AAAAAAAABMA/b8FXksrNojw/s1600-h/SNV39662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW7_Xsp3KI/AAAAAAAABMA/b8FXksrNojw/s320/SNV39662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369904828076645538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen: eh, look at i-lyn posing&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: That girl there also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW7-J8QPsI/AAAAAAAABL4/SoQNvvzfQ1k/s1600-h/SNV39664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW7-J8QPsI/AAAAAAAABL4/SoQNvvzfQ1k/s320/SNV39664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369904807204110018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW79uCeu-I/AAAAAAAABLw/9wjOcxBjRfY/s1600-h/SNV39667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW79uCeu-I/AAAAAAAABLw/9wjOcxBjRfY/s320/SNV39667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369904799714032610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW79JCdfbI/AAAAAAAABLo/drzdZ8xv87k/s1600-h/SNV39680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW79JCdfbI/AAAAAAAABLo/drzdZ8xv87k/s320/SNV39680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369904789781839282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4kq0tuCI/AAAAAAAABLg/bRmqONVqfrQ/s1600-h/SNV39571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4kq0tuCI/AAAAAAAABLg/bRmqONVqfrQ/s320/SNV39571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369901070819375138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang Search for Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4j70X92I/AAAAAAAABLY/JxQTC1F-6SU/s1600-h/SNV39557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4j70X92I/AAAAAAAABLY/JxQTC1F-6SU/s320/SNV39557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369901058201483106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP started crying when i &lt;s&gt;tried to force&lt;/s&gt; asked her politely to take a pic. haha. so i was saying don't cry la. Look at cyn posing behind. *shakes head* hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4jVxyG7I/AAAAAAAABLQ/2EBb6icb8I8/s1600-h/SNV39548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4jVxyG7I/AAAAAAAABLQ/2EBb6icb8I8/s320/SNV39548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369901047990066098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says don't waste food. so any food, stuff in her mouth. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4ibnlm8I/AAAAAAAABLI/-cgU9eJDpvo/s1600-h/SNV39519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4ibnlm8I/AAAAAAAABLI/-cgU9eJDpvo/s320/SNV39519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369901032378047426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama:Don't go cha bohh!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real-life: I'm heavyyyyyyy cha boh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4hhYm8SI/AAAAAAAABLA/tHPszhOEoJE/s1600-h/SNV39514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW4hhYm8SI/AAAAAAAABLA/tHPszhOEoJE/s320/SNV39514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369901016745963810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circle... Of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0avDk_FI/AAAAAAAABK4/uwPmlJ1zGg0/s1600-h/SNV39512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0avDk_FI/AAAAAAAABK4/uwPmlJ1zGg0/s320/SNV39512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896502110256210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i like taking traffic light pics. YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0aFez6zI/AAAAAAAABKw/mKxAmfAhAvg/s1600-h/SNV39505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0aFez6zI/AAAAAAAABKw/mKxAmfAhAvg/s320/SNV39505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896490950191922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John mechanic( is that how you spell it?) So old school. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0ZtcPCAI/AAAAAAAABKo/nOOd5-91vMU/s1600-h/SNV39493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0ZtcPCAI/AAAAAAAABKo/nOOd5-91vMU/s320/SNV39493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896484496934914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning. I sang. So bersemangat. I was in time for the songs for once. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0ZPwKljI/AAAAAAAABKg/QwXF0wKU1fA/s1600-h/SNV39488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0ZPwKljI/AAAAAAAABKg/QwXF0wKU1fA/s320/SNV39488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896476527466034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0YSIVRCI/AAAAAAAABKY/NNqo40tzAAo/s1600-h/SNV39486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW0YSIVRCI/AAAAAAAABKY/NNqo40tzAAo/s320/SNV39486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369896459985830946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i was like half an hour earlier for once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-7448994907090327921?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/7448994907090327921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=7448994907090327921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7448994907090327921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7448994907090327921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-bringing-camera-to-school.html' title='Love bringing camera to school'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoW_R8WWN3I/AAAAAAAABNA/f3FKFHOCOKM/s72-c/SNV39728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-7913554467290068974</id><published>2009-08-14T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:12:07.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abducted. (version II)</title><content type='html'>i was a willing victim anyway=D&lt;br /&gt;From PZY's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to take their own study lifts starting from this week. So should I do the same? But I won't study much at home. Going to school is better. Right? =/ I hope so.. See how lahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school, Mr Lam is taking over my class for Add Maths. Mr Lim tak tau pergi mana. =( His teaching was not too bad. Wei Yen said that he has dreamy voice like Mr. Tan's. Haha. This reminds me that I have Add Maths homework to do. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, today is such a random day. I made sandwich! =O 5 pieces of bread. Haha. I was full for the first time. I was never full even if it's after recess. So I was surprised and I was like, 'Oh, so eating sandwiches can be this full.' Haha. Stupid statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyana. Hahaha. Saw her and her friends at the phone booth. So I was like, 'Diyana, wanna follow me after school? Go call your mum and ask her to pick you up at 4.30pm' She was like 'Huh? Why pulak?' Then I said, 'I wanna go find for hotels.' She didn't ask for what and she straight away go, 'Eeeeeeeeee, K.Ze Yin!!!' =.='' Do I look like I need a room in a hotel to do something? =.= Then I asked why is she standing there. She said she wants to call Kris Allen. I was like O.O Kris Allen as in Kris Allen? She was like yeah. Hahaha. I started laughing with I-Lyn. Hahaha. Then she said she wanna call MJ if he's still alive. Hahaha. =.= Then she said she has Kris Allen's international number or something. Yes, she's my junior. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, me and I-Lyn went to the office to find for yellow page. Hahaha. And the clerk went into Pengetua's room to find. =.= Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Veena was so random. Asked me to study hard. Why? Because I'm a band member. Must show others what band members can do. Haha. I was like smiling and laughing. =D So yes, study for the band. Yeah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Lyn's and Pei Ying's birthday. =D My suggestion was accepted, besides those really weird ones like having a picnic in the middle of the field and all. Haha. I can't wait for after trials. I'm scared because I still don't feel scared. =( Omg.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, we went to search for the perfect spot. Haha. Me, I-Lyn and Benny. 3 of us were like VIPs when we went into The Northam. We were served like VIPs. Haha. Both of them refused to sit down and stood beside me. So they were like my body guards. =.= I enjoy talking to strangers. Haha. Benny said I talk like a pro. *perasan* Haha. No laaahh. Fun talking to strangers. xD By the way, the suites there are cheap! I'm serious. =O Then we went to KFC for lunch and saw the 'party reservation' sign. Haha. So I went to ask about having a party there too. =P Eh, can be considered k? Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hotel Royal was opposite KFC. So we went there to ask too. The service was bad and the place didn't look grand. =/ Soooo, yeah talked and went to search for Little Cottage. The parking part. I swear it was embarrassing. Hahaha. My side parking is omg.... =.= Koh I-Lyn wasn't helping by laughing. And Benny was like turn there turn there. Haha. So it takes me around 15 minutes to park. =.= The ticket guy was laughing. =.= And he had '=.=' expression on his face. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Talked to a tourist =D Little Cottage is great. I think that's the venue. =] Yay! Finally settled on something reasonable and suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got to do the normal stuff. Chores and all. Sigh. Homework. Study. Where is the spot for me to concentrate? I seriously don't know. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really work as an organizer. As a part time job next time. Haha. I'll pity the people around me because I'll be going 'How?' for the rest of the day. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additional notes&lt;br /&gt;-Before that, as the plan to go search for hotels was conceived on the day itself, i was supposed to call my dad to fetch me from school later. I didn't know whether i should stay back or just go home. So the whole time, me and cha boh was like.... Don't wan ah? don't wan no need. haha. ze can say that while offering me coins to make a call. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;-She talked to the Northam person quite adult-ish. i was like giggling.&lt;br /&gt;-Her side parking. hAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-We ate at KFC. Ze wants us to do party there. -.- in our dresses.&lt;br /&gt;-I got home in one piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-7913554467290068974?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/7913554467290068974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=7913554467290068974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7913554467290068974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/7913554467290068974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/abducted-version-ii.html' title='Abducted. (version II)'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-6515325491140751577</id><published>2009-08-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:15:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edited from carmen's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a passage written to my friend,Carmen Chin with 25 over Michael Jackson's song titles. *ahem* Needs lotsa inspiration to write it! Lol. Hope you like it Carmen. Loved yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Dearest Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Chin Jia Wen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;remember the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when we used to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jam &lt;/span&gt;to the song&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;black or white&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Everyone thought we were such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thriller&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You rock my world&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt; just like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;smooth criminal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who could do anything short of reaching for the stars.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One day in your life&lt;/span&gt;, you'll probably reminiscence about your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;childhood &lt;/span&gt;and I hope you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;when remembering the good and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;times we had together. Now I'm wondering, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will you be there?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my future? Sharing my joys and sorrow? How the future goes is uncertain but i hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when you need me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how alone you may feel, always remember that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;. Just give me a call. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;music and me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will always be there to cheer you up. I sincerely hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the love you save&lt;/span&gt; for your Prince Charming (Prince Michael) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;who's loving you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will be worth the wait. Wouldn't it be nice of him to say to you " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just can't stop loving you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; everyday? I bet he can't help but boast to the world that " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this girl is mine&lt;/span&gt;" and I'm sure that if a guy breaks up with you, he'll say to you "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;give in to me, I want you back&lt;/span&gt;!" once he realises what a gem you are. Humans always want those that they can't have. This is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;human nature&lt;/span&gt;. I know its weird to mention Mj suddenly but  we should always remember his message to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;heal the world&lt;/span&gt;. Although he he has passed on, he'll always be in our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;. I bet now you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;speechless &lt;/span&gt;and probably laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Killah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her real post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a passage written to my friend, Koh I-Lyn with 35 Michael Jackson's song titles. *ahem* Needs lotsa inspiration to write it! Lol. Hope you like it I-Lyn like how I like yours!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Dearest Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Koh I-Lyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking through the windows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there &lt;strong&gt;ain’t no sunshine&lt;/strong&gt; because you have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got to be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to brighten up my days! I like to sing and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rock with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Michael Jackson’s music. This is our last year together and I wonder if you will forget me and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leave me alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in this little Penang island. I hope that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day in your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you will look back and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that we spent together. I promise you that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll be there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for you whenever you need me and I’ll try my best to remain the way I am right now. Although I might meet new friends in the near future, there will still always be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is filled with all our sweet memories. I would like to apologise for you have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;give into me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whenever I started complaining about P.A. I am sort of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;right now because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she’s out of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon enough, as well as Mrs L. Hahaha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can’t stop loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the others enough for giving me an unforgettable &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I understand that it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;human nature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that friends do walk in and out of our lives but I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never can say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to you. I will treasure all the wonderful moments we had together no matter they are the good or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ones. On the last day of school when we finally step out of the school compound, all our high school days will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;history &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but I’ll always remember &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way you make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when you did not wash your hair for 3 days! If you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanna be startin’ somethin’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; new in your life e.g.: getting married, please do not forget to invite me, your (self-declared) VIP to your wedding, yea? I wonder whether your future husband will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black or white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I just can’t wait to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. No matter what happens, I bet he will surely appreciate &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the love you save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for him. Our schooling life is coming to an end and it makes me want to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because you will be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone too soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Although we are out of school, we will still be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;working day and night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when we enter college or university and especially when we finally have our jobs. So, remember to spare some time to wash your long, long hair, yea? Don’t be the next &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dirty Diana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe you will be going far, far away to study next year onwards but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Penang at least once a year, must visit me!!! Do remember Michael Jackson’s songs, our school gamelan &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wherever you go! When you have kids later on, do remember to introduce Michael Jackson to them and teach them how to sing the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earth Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the moment they started spelling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and influence them to help &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heal the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because together, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and we are the children. I wish you all the best in life and hope you will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when you face a new chapter in your life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;always! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Carmen Chin-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-6515325491140751577?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/6515325491140751577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=6515325491140751577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6515325491140751577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/6515325491140751577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/edited-from-carmens-blog-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-4760794847358254715</id><published>2009-08-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:28:37.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARMAINE YEOH GUAT PHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoWQp1jOlCI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TB6bsNyIYOw/s1600-h/SNV33547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoWQp1jOlCI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TB6bsNyIYOw/s400/SNV33547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369857179133056034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460234722150146175-4760794847358254715?l=killah09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/feeds/4760794847358254715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460234722150146175&amp;postID=4760794847358254715' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4760794847358254715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460234722150146175/posts/default/4760794847358254715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killah09.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-charmaine-yeoh-guat.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARMAINE YEOH GUAT PHING'/><author><name>Killah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09059500569737247802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/SoWQp1jOlCI/AAAAAAAABKQ/TB6bsNyIYOw/s72-c/SNV33547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460234722150146175.post-214723324689286232</id><published>2009-08-08T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:29:38.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedophile</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I'm back to this again. Its just that I've been wondering for awhile. When ppl say pedophile you automatically think of guys right? No? For me anyway.. Is there a girl pedophile? When i google girl pedophile i get searches like a pedophile after a girl. Hmm. Cause Princess Diana was pretty much like MJ. In the humanitarian sense anyway. She loved kids, cares for them, just like him. Its just that she obviously doesn't invite kids to her home. (lol. what would King Charles say). Mj doesn't invite ANY kid in his ranch. he invites those unprivileged or sick, ppl who have life-threathening situations, like that kid who got cancer who later accused him, or the poor African kids. So if a female invites a 12 year old kid to sleep(in a non-sexual way) with her, what do we call her? haha (in exception of por ze yin who has been dubbed PEDOPHILE. XD)  They won't call her a pedo.. would they? And Mj doesn't sleep with them on the bed. He sleeps on the floor and lets them sleep on the bed. and its them that comes to his room and wants to sleep(non-sexual) with him. haha. i feel the need to write non-sexual everytime i type sleep.As he said, he tucks them in with a lulluby and a bedtime story along with some chocolate milk, its the most loving thing. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K? this is to clear up things with SOMEONE. you know who you are. HMPH. you need a longer explanation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....... Moving on to Hari Anugerah Cemerlang.... My very last. unless i decide to come back for F6. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up not that early... At the end i was looking for my school bag when i remembered there was no need for school bags. haha. grabbed camera and ran out. (late as usual) reached school to see they were already practicing  and didn't join them. hung around the music room. dragged su jen and meepo to camwhore with me sabs and carmen. and i really do mean drag. hahaha. i remember telling su jen... come here, sejarah book is heeeerrreeeeeeee... hahaha. she was reading that. i carried meep. haha. finally resulting in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sn2jgHQCe4I/AAAAAAAABJ0/Gg72RGoMiDQ/s1600-h/SNV30074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sn2jgHQCe4I/AAAAAAAABJ0/Gg72RGoMiDQ/s400/SNV30074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367626102992960386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we heard the kompang. The TYT is here. I remember commenting that he is early. but i don't think he was. i just thought he was early cause i wasn't as bored out taking care of the front gate like last year. haha. Anyway, we all went out to wait beside the hall where we proceeded to wait for our turn to play (our item was the first item) and it was like waiting so loooonggg. pengetua's speech was so bloody long that su jen was counting the number of times she(pengetua) said the word "cemerlang". we lost count at 12.. cause it became to boring. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sn2jgaPIwgI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kmFhvzZoQhE/s1600-h/SNV30079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-UJ3WtcL0w/Sn2jgaPIwgI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kmFhvzZoQhE/s400/SNV30079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367626108089451010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't post this one in fb. taken by joanne though i look hideous, i like the effect.. very nice effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meepo started playing with my hair. I have a hypothesis: Bored ppl starts playing with my hair. like that day wei yen they all also. and di also. and my cousin. haha. then the TYT finally touched that ball thing. And we were wondering where the smoke was. It was like delayed.... haha. then kweh was like "i-lyn! why are you still holding the camera! you are going out soon!!" (i was filming the whole thing and wanted to film that video with my face) hahaha. so i passed the cam to joanne and went out.. performed.. have the video but not uploading it cause its gonna take a long time. will send to ppl who wants it. pengetua was asking us to smile halfway through. and i think in latin gold i heard bernadine saying shit shit shit.. didn't know what she was talking about. kelly later said the drum pedal broke or smth... =O   anyway, chow, went back to the music room where ppl with other things to do was changing. obscene i tell you. look everywhere ppl changing, hahaha. stayed there. then went out to take food, and ran to the hall halfway to take video. then went back to makan. carmen say i crazy. haha. maggie mee.... was ok only la.. cyn's mom still cook better. haha. then sneak in the hall sit on the chair watched. i liked the band performance. haha. nice. except now i know the part where they all line up to form an arrow is actually an arrow. when they did it in the HOC i was wondering what they were doing. ahahaha. habis all then meepo told me that PA wants me to collect the mics cause she put me in charge on it earlier. so i missed the CG's performance. could only catch the end. haha. when they flick can see the water fly outta the flag. aha. and i videotaped ze's performance(ignoring PA) haha. and got irritated at the ppl who frequently crossed in front of the camera often obstructing my view. grrrr. After the TYT left, gone back music room.played games with sabs and carmen. and jaz. hilarious i tell you..  Its a word game. One person says one word and see how the story goes. Our game was a failure. hahaha. i recorded. it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:Now we gonna play some retarded word game when one person will say one word and it continues.. So ok, i'll start. Burgers&lt;br /&gt;C:Are&lt;br /&gt;I:Nice&lt;br /&gt;S:And&lt;br /&gt;C:Yummy&lt;br /&gt;I:It&lt;br /&gt;S:is&lt;br /&gt;C:big&lt;br /&gt;I:and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:slimy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:I&lt;br /&gt;I:like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:slimy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:burgers!&lt;br /&gt;I:which&lt;br /&gt;S:are&lt;br /&gt;C:brown&lt;br /&gt;I:and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAHA*(cause we know sabs is gonna say slimy AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:SLIMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:Sabrena&lt;br /&gt;I:is&lt;br /&gt;S:a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:*cuts carmen*  redundant&l
