<?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-24112410</id><updated>2011-05-10T04:20:22.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when black and white collide.</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories of her normal and simple life. Plus her adventures, resolutions, rantings, complains, pictures and more. She may find those blogpost pathetic but she don't mind you reading them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-9209303192344302713</id><published>2007-04-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:04:50.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged. again.</title><content type='html'>I got tagged &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Quiz&lt;br /&gt;1. List 3 things you see when you look to your left:&lt;br /&gt;i) my biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;ii) sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;iii) dining room fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List 3 things you see when you look to your right:&lt;br /&gt;i) pillow.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Phantom of the Opera cd.&lt;br /&gt;iii) nail clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. List the last 3 places you ate out at:&lt;br /&gt;i) school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;ii) home.&lt;br /&gt;iii) some hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List the last 3 things you bought:&lt;br /&gt;i) hm. glue.&lt;br /&gt;ii) a plate of chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;iii) water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. List the last 3 songs you listened to:&lt;br /&gt;i) Over It - Katharine McPhee.&lt;br /&gt;ii) This Ain't A Scene, Its An Arm Race - FoB.&lt;br /&gt;iii) One - Mary J. Blidge and Sting.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;1. What are your four favorite beverages?&lt;br /&gt;i) Milo Ais.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Erer. Tea.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Vanilla Latte lol. From Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;iv) Mineral water @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are your four favorite tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;i) The Ghost Whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;ii) 花樣少年少女/Hana Kimi.&lt;br /&gt;iii) American Idol, but due to homeworks, I rarely watch it now.&lt;br /&gt;iv) CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are your four favorite desserts?&lt;br /&gt;i) Apple.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Grapes.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Baskin Robbins ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;iv) Pear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are your four favorite hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;i) Reading.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Singing.&lt;br /&gt;iv) Taking some photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your four favorite musicians?&lt;br /&gt;i) Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Teddy Geiger (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;iii) Patrick Stump from FoB!!&lt;br /&gt;iv) Er. Dk. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type your first name and the word "needs" in Google and copy the first ten results. Too funny! If you do this meme, please share your funniest results in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ESPN.com - RPM - Tracy needs wins to get back in title battle&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel With Katie: Blog: tracy needs this!&lt;br /&gt;3. Despite success, Tracy needs to leave Clermont Northeastern&lt;br /&gt;4. Neosynthesis - Forums - Neosynthesis needs... (etc.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Baseball Toaster: Dodger Thoughts : Uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;bartlett&gt;(???)&lt;br /&gt;7. www.myspace.com/tracyspankybuns (WTF!?)&lt;br /&gt;8. OnlineAthens.com  Letters to the Editor  Tracy Thompson: Mercy ... (etc.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Rants &amp;amp; Raves: DICK TRACY MUSEUM NEEDS HELP (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;10. Sanitary Sewer Needs for the City of Tracy (I have a city named after me! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who's bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-9209303192344302713?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/9209303192344302713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=9209303192344302713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/9209303192344302713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/9209303192344302713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/04/tagged-again.html' title='tagged. again.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-738163819873852384</id><published>2007-03-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:49:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thingys.</title><content type='html'>So actually I was supposed to do my homework and study Biology for tomorrow, but er, I lost all hope and decided to blog because I am bored. Really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was fine but with the exception that 3 people who sits in my row were absent today. And in my row, there's only place for 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - 3 = 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; would be me. As Janice was in the field playing volleyball, Wan Ping and Anu asked me to sit there. Sitting beside Wan Ping is like remembering the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting with Wan Ping during 1E, and all her ramblings (plus Wit Lyn's) about Daniel Radcliffe and all these love horoscope thingy lah. Obviously, she doesn't like Radcliffe anymore cause... I also don't know why. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then form 2, I sat beside her again. Rachel and Karen made me and Wan Ping laugh like the world is gonna end a second later. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I thought about Karen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish... all these blast to the past stuff, sometimes I wonder whether I can survive the future or not. I think too much about the past, thinking to much about our regrets, mistakes and things like that. We'll be sitting there as if we can change what we do a few seconds/minutes/moments ago, but we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in denial until some TV shows knock some sense into my peabrain with the quote, "You are the pilot of your own life" and recently I watched Stomp the Yard (its a nice show, a must-watch) and there's an inspirational quoting by Martin Luther King, Jr. From that, I know he's a great guy, a legend for the American-Africans which kind of leads to racial integration in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait. I sidetracked abit. I was supposed to talk about school but I reached racial integration.&lt;br /&gt;PAISEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sat at the back with Wan Ping whispering the usual words every 15 minutes or so in my ears, "TOO FAT LAH." and with Anu turning to the back (Anu sits in front of Wan Ping) every 15-20 minutes asking me whether want to fight or not. Wacky people are fun to sit with. Lol. I never sat with anyone wackier than them. From where I usually sits, I'll be there doing my notes or homeworks, maybe doing some future-thinking or day-dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it is very boring if you sits at the front but that's the only way I can concentrate myself in class. Because the teacher usually talks to the person at the front and always check those notes from the front people, speaking of which, I haven't done my History notes yet seeing that Pn. Sharinah say we have to pass it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay, I am doomed for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Anu is reading this right now, I have the slight feeling that she's gonna laugh. Anu gets very entertained easily. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few periods of class, I made one of the impressions (from the Theta Nu Theta fratenity. Just see how Jackie Chan do that snake pose. Its something like that)  from Stomp The Yard and it made Anu really irritated lol. Cause she always kacau me mah, I kacau her back lor. *Evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 9th and 10th period, Anu and Esther went to Shell before Puan Sharinah went into class and bought a lot of sweets. Gave some to Nisreen and Florence and they want more lol. Nice to sit at the back lah. But unfortunately, I don't really like sitting at the back cause I always sits at the back every single year without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. That's enough lah. Gtg, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-738163819873852384?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/738163819873852384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=738163819873852384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/738163819873852384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/738163819873852384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thingys.html' title='random thingys.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-2628035175907495329</id><published>2007-03-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:52:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout. bwahaha.</title><content type='html'>Since I had nothing better to do (well, besides doing my homework... AHEM, well, um, er, yeah.) , I decided to blog again. People assume that this blog of mine is dead, but infact, its still alive as it could be. Just that the person owning this blog is too lazy to be ranting on about what is happening and etc. And that person, would be me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Sport's Day just ended. Posts about it is in my other blog, &lt;a href="http://www.themistofdarkness.blogspot.com"&gt;mistofdarkness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this one week holiday, I spent my time watching Hana Kimi on television eventhough I finished watching it already, also browsing around blogs, including Kenny Sia's and Xiaxue's. Its so nice to just sit back, relax and read- eventhough I have no idea why. Advantages of being fat after what I did all this while. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some reading. Not those researching stuff etc. I spent my time listening songs from my ipod while reading Harry Potter. I started reading the 4th book (Goblet of Fire) already and wondering when will I be catching on till the 6th one. I bet eventhough I finished reading, the 7th book (Deathly Hallows) wouldn't be out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying I am a fast-reader lah, I just want to know what happened in the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Curiousity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must remember to drop by. Or this blog surely will become a dead one. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. And &lt;em&gt;LOOK&lt;/em&gt;! New layout. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT!!! I was tagged by Wendy to play this thingy. Might as well play lah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in their blogs 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to tag then list their names out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Um. First weird thing about myself. Er. Um. I love to do Add Maths? Insane for certain people, but fun for me. Its like doing a riddle full of numbers and... letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can go gugugaga over Quan from Hana Kimi. Not Wu Chun. I do not know the real Wu Chun from Fahrenhiet because I know nothing about him. Serious. But Quan. Oh yes. I go insane sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I spend more time in my room, studying or reading books. Not a weird fact but its still a fact about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am actually an introvert. Not an extrovert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a very random person. One time you see me talking about American Idol, then the next second, you can see me change the topic into Hana Kimi, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I am nervous, I talk crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;- Anis&lt;br /&gt;- Serah&lt;br /&gt;- Arif&lt;br /&gt;- anyone who's bored.&lt;br /&gt;- anyone who has nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;- anyone who has the desire to blog so you can blog about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-2628035175907495329?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/2628035175907495329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=2628035175907495329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/2628035175907495329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/2628035175907495329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-layout-bwahaha.html' title='new layout. bwahaha.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-4055689703013818440</id><published>2007-02-22T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:44:32.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana Kimi ending theme song.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zS4kA_RXcx4"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care wey. You all must see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its from the show Hana Kimi and it is sang by TANK from Taiwan. Its so sweet. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-4055689703013818440?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/4055689703013818440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=4055689703013818440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/4055689703013818440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/4055689703013818440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hana-kimi-ending-theme-song.html' title='Hana Kimi ending theme song.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-558614073253734368</id><published>2007-02-17T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:32:44.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY.</title><content type='html'>Rawr. Exam just ended. And the CNY season has just started. Here I am in front of the computer, typing out all my rantings and complain. Lalala. =.= I wish I could have my iced Vanilla Latte with me right now. I am so so craving for a cup of coffee, or rather, for Starbucks, where every iced coffee is poured into a plastic cup for customer. A glass of coffee. That sounds weird. I'll stick to the traditional "cup of coffee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As CNY is tomorrow, I am very sure that all of you have tonnes new clothes for the new year right? For me, I have only 3 tops and 2 bottoms. However, I will wear only those I like on the 1st and 2nd day of CNY. Goodness me, I have no idea what kind of shirt/blouse my mum bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RdajmlqWrII/AAAAAAAAAXA/U70YRpz-tSA/s1600-h/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032389516973223042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RdajmlqWrII/AAAAAAAAAXA/U70YRpz-tSA/s320/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pants but all skirts. Undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I have no new bag to put all soon-to-be my beloved angpau and all my things inside. On the other hand, my old bag is big enough. Good also lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, mum already bought those cakes and biscuits and etc.etc. (its just something you can bite into and swallow it lah.) and it's already placed on the table. Hopefully she didn't know I secretly took some of her CNY food into my room and eat it. Oh I am so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/Rdajm1qWrKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lvVU4gFPPqA/s1600-h/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032389521268190370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/Rdajm1qWrKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lvVU4gFPPqA/s320/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday we went to Jusco and I saw Wan Theng there. Hahaha. And a lot of Convent girl. Juniors, seniors, ex-seniors. The place is completely crowded with all the people around. Sometimes I wonder why the non-Chinese always will be at Jusco two days/a day before CNY knowing that they know that the place will be full of the Chinese running around with food, clothes and decorations. No offence or anything but I see that every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate the blardy music. Full of that kind of "CLANG" noise. So pathetic. When I told Mum this, she started asking me whether I am a Chinese or not eventhough I am her flesh and blood. Oh lordie. And nowadays, most CNY songs revolve into this Ah-Beng kind of MUSIC. Those idiotic techno kind that gives me massive headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNO IS NOT MUSIC LAH FOR GOODNESS SAKE. TECHNO IS JUST DIFFERENT ANNOYING BEAT MIXED TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from what I see, its pathetic and funny when those people put nice songs into it and makes it worse. For instance, JoJo's Too Little, Too Late. Some guy went and mixed techno into it and it sounds faster than usual. How can you mix techno when that song is suppose to be popish and those yes-you-are-going-to-regret-it song? It sound weird and frigging insane. If you mix Fall Out Boy with techno- oh wait they already did- it sounds so... SHITTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking lah, rock is suppose to be rock and &lt;s&gt;insane beats&lt;/s&gt; techno is techno. So stick techno to techno and don't put all those techno in nice songs and make it bad and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to buy shoes as well. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Chinese New Year holidays would be... sukantara, acara padang and sport's day. WOOOT! Hopefully St. Michael will win this year but since our marching girls did not show the spirit of enthusiam and pride for Michaels... I have nothing else to say, really. But for cheering... we have only a few people joining in this year. A lot of them quit. :( And there are a LOT of athletes this year. O_O I wonder how Michaels will do. XAVIER CANNOT WIN ALREADY!!! THEY WIN 7 YEARS IN A ROW FOR GOODNESS SAKE. x_x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we must regain my confidence for St. Michael. After all, Michael is the reigning champion. Jia you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/Rdajm1qWrJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uHcuFza5HYc/s1600-h/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032389521268190354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/Rdajm1qWrJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uHcuFza5HYc/s320/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I took this photo is kind of sucky lah. =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg and Happy Chinese New Year to eveyone. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-558614073253734368?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/558614073253734368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=558614073253734368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/558614073253734368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/558614073253734368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RdajmlqWrII/AAAAAAAAAXA/U70YRpz-tSA/s72-c/Lumix+Panasonic+Pictures+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-7199908165062779975</id><published>2007-02-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:19:45.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework.</title><content type='html'>I have no mood to blog. Despite that my schedule, my day, my life is full of homework, school well, is NOTHING but homework. Homework this, homework that, blah blah blah. BUT cheering is an exception. Went to every cheering practice and I just started choir practice today. My first experience in choir was scary...thats what first experience is for everyone lah. After a long time, I will probably get used to it eventually...if I am officially a member that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand that word anymore. GARHHH... Actually its not that I have no mood to blog, its that I have no time to blog. This is just one of the times that I am bored of doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy homework. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Blog will be on hiatus for awhile. Um yeah. Not sure when will blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-7199908165062779975?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/7199908165062779975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=7199908165062779975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7199908165062779975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7199908165062779975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/02/homework.html' title='homework.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-7810796371033955408</id><published>2007-01-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:19:31.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy rainy depressing day.</title><content type='html'>2nd week of school is coming to and end. And of course, more studying and more homework. Studying and homework stress me out. Especially Physics and Chemistry. And BM. RAWR. 301I74N9UY3ORIAEDF. Ignore that. I am officially stressed, and somehow something made me pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather if I don't talk about it. Only will ruin my happy happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, there's our St. Michael practice. I didn't manage to get through the high jump BUT when everyone went back and only me and my friends plus some of the F3 juniors and Puan Lee were there... we went high-jumping for fun. LOL. And most of us got through. Even those that didn't pass earlier. Even me. And Wendy. And several other juniors. I can see Puan Lee was impressed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I was out from Physics class and I saw Kim!!! Lol. And I was off to change into my Michael shirt. When I got out, I see some of those who are already auditioning for the cheering team. And since they were plenty of people I don't know there, I was to lazy to go for the audition (even Suba told me to go) and decided to head for the &lt;s&gt;canteen&lt;/s&gt; cafeteria, ahem to eat my dearest lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, NO. Suba saw me and pulled me down to the hall. The practice process kind of oklah. Anu came later for audition. And Si Wei danced until so cute!!! LOL. Then we have to danced in front of the seniors and stuff. Me, Si Wei, Suba, Anu and Carey got through! Hehe. I got company. Stephanie, Mei Ping, Kareema and Chin Wei also got in. Our first practice was just now in the biolab and then... a day of bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marching girls. Some of the Form 2s forgot their marching. Almost fainted lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after the cheering practice, we went out to the bus station, the road in front of the school is filled with water. Damn. Fetch Steph and Si Wei home and me myself went home. It rained and rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until now, it hasn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my sunshine back. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-7810796371033955408?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/7810796371033955408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=7810796371033955408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7810796371033955408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7810796371033955408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/01/rainy-rainy-depressing-day.html' title='Rainy rainy depressing day.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-9122112351301382447</id><published>2007-01-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:10:22.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.</title><content type='html'>First day of school went rather well... except for the fact that my table is kind of one metre away from the teacher's table. AND, with my long legs, I assure you, I might be able to reach to teacher's table with only a step. Oklah, my leg not stretchable-only a few steps lah. But anyways, I was glad that I got into Science II. That's because I got enough As to get me into that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful to God to give me enough As. But I only got 6 out of 7. One B. I think God gave me one B because He thinks I am greedy. I, myself too thinks I am greedy, but nvm lah. Look forward and not in the past anymore. Unless history is repeating itself. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also good to go into the class that I am going because...Si Wei, Sharlene and Sarah are there! lolll. I've been in the same class with Sharlene and SiWei since Form 1 started and with Sarah since Form 2. Sometimes I wonder why we could even stick with each other for that long. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, I didn't get to eat during recess. Have to buy my books for my class. Geez. Extra subject, extra cost. $_$. Even if I bought something to eat, I don't think I will be sitting down. I'll be standing up and probably the canteen will be crowded like mad because of the table in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They exchange our school bench and table with round table that have only about 8 chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Where as around 10-12 can sit in the school bench.&lt;br /&gt;Siao.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted like mad lah on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day/today. Was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Three science subject a day. I can faint or die with all the pressure heaping above me wey. AND. Yes. AND we went back at 2.10PM. Thank goodness I stayed in the corridor to see the choir perform for the Form 1 orientation, or I will have to wait at the bus stop there, shaking my leg. And by the time I got down to the bus stop, mum was driving from the new public library to school.&lt;br /&gt;Correct timing. ^^ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to work hard from now on. I don't think I can cope with all these subjects unless I study. Meaning, less blogging. Lol. But I will still be here from time to time. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-9122112351301382447?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/9122112351301382447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=9122112351301382447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/9122112351301382447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/9122112351301382447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-6764707644898755187</id><published>2007-01-02T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:13:13.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY resolutions.</title><content type='html'>I forgot all about my New Year resolutions for this year until I stumbled across someone's blog. I was too busy blogging about December and then what I had to remember flew away from my right ear. After all, what goes in must come out. So anyways, New Year's resolutions. I must try hard to fulfil at least half of them and I will review them again next year, hopefully (if I still have this blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution for year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;i. hm. &lt;strong&gt;study hard&lt;/strong&gt;? form 4's life is going to as hectic as hell...which leads to;&lt;br /&gt;ii. &lt;strong&gt;less blogging&lt;/strong&gt; and spend more of my time in my room, reading my reference books.&lt;br /&gt;iii. blogging won't hurt though, right? so i will &lt;strong&gt;make time for both of my blogs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;iv. be &lt;strong&gt;more serious and responsible&lt;/strong&gt;- from my EVERY single point of view, well, except for parties lah.&lt;br /&gt;v. &lt;strong&gt;go out less.&lt;/strong&gt; that will keep my mum from nagging.&lt;br /&gt;vi. spend &lt;strong&gt;more time with my family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;vii. &lt;strong&gt;LESS NEGATIVE HUMOUR&lt;/strong&gt; to other people.&lt;br /&gt;viii.&lt;strong&gt; no more cussing or swearing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ix. make&lt;strong&gt; more time for God&lt;/strong&gt;. and spending some time &lt;strong&gt;in church for the youths&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;x. be &lt;strong&gt;more outgoing, friendly&lt;/strong&gt; as well. i should talk in bus with few other people other than Si Wei. o_O&lt;br /&gt;xi. &lt;strong&gt;pay attention&lt;/strong&gt; to every teacher in class and take note. gosh. must prepare more exercise book.&lt;br /&gt;xii. be &lt;strong&gt;more active&lt;/strong&gt; in school clubs activity. join more of them.&lt;br /&gt;xiii. &lt;strong&gt;online less&lt;/strong&gt;. this is a must. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone (eventhough its over).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-6764707644898755187?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/6764707644898755187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=6764707644898755187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/6764707644898755187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/6764707644898755187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/01/ny-resolutions.html' title='NY resolutions.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-8412075203405938325</id><published>2007-01-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:17:05.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy week/month.</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday was Thomas koko and Shin Mien jiejie's wedding. From what I heard, they were together since they were in their secondary school. And... Yes. And. AND they went to the same college, same university, and now staying together in Melbourne. Quite a long time, huh? Normal relationship don't last that long. They are soulmates. Its so obvious they love each other. Hehe. Congrats to the newlyweds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up at around 7 and off to Sacred Heart for their wedding mass.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Father Lawrence there. He has difficulties in saying Shin Mien jiejie's name. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;Also saw Pierina. She refuse to tell me her PMR result, but I told her mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, my brother (the driver) was driving their car to the gate, we were are all waiting there for the car to come for obvious reasons (*cough*angpau*cough*). We blocked the car with this 'stop' sign, and the table. After we got our angpau, all of us went to Permas for the tea ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got another angpau after that.&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Michelle, Kenneth, Ah Wen and Adam played with Thomas koko's eyetoy. So fun lah. But hand kind of tired. Somehow if you played it every single day, you can slim down I tell you. We went to their wedding dinner. Kind of okay lah. Thomas koko tried opening the champagne at us. O_O. How evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that we went home lah. Seems boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the wedding on the 30th, I had my Family Day on the 22nd and the 3rd at the golf resort. And thank goodness that place didn't flood. But the place (been there for family day three years in a row) still so shiok lah. Nice view, big swimming pool, large padang, and comfortable beds. So relaxing right ? Besides, I know how to play table tennis already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the first day, we all gathered in Pandan. We were kind of shocked at the amount of people going for this year's Family Day. Difference between this year and last year's family members about 25 people- a fairly large amount. There were only about 30 plus people there for this year's family day. No fun. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, this is the first year we are not sleeping with Fa ku. No fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swim and swim.&lt;br /&gt;And played tennis. At 5pm or so, the fun begins. Hehehee. They started with football/soccer and it was the oldies vs the youndies. BUT SADLY, the oldies won. And Michelle's face got hit by the ball, lol. After that, it was the um. oh great, I forgot...um um. oh yeah, the frisbee throw. The youndies won. Woohoohoo. After those outside, we had ourselves in the swimming pool, where the swimming competition was next. Dom koko, Jonathan, Alex koko and Pauline jiejie represented the youndies. PRO SWIMMER TAU ALL. lol. And the much more experienced and professional ones: Uncle Kim Pau, Pat jie jie's dad, Auntie Rita, and um....forgot. O_o. But all pro lah. Swim like shark like that. Fast and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water polo was next. And I was in the youndies. Hehehe. And I stood near the goal, which is the extremely big flower pot. All I have to do is take the ball and hit the flower pot. Easy task? I THINK NOT. THE OLDIES GO HUG THE FLOWER POT until I was so bengang-ed with the ball. They even tried snatching it away from me underwater. But me and Dom koko pass the ball until hehhh... we scored. NENENEPUPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night. Dinner was ok lah. We chatted and talked. And then we saw this nice chicken wings and drumsticks. Can make us drool. Looks nice on the outside but when we bite it... it was as hard as a rock. Well, harder than the rock. Isabel's teeth was gone after she tried biting it. Serious. But there's another solution... they had barbeque chicken for us to eat. It was softer than a rock and its edible. It was FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of our time in the room, talking about Fahrenheit (in chinese, they call them fei lun hai- try say fly wheel sea in chinese) and Dong Bang Shin Ki. And comparing which guy is cuter- and hey, I wanted to do something else, k? They wanted me to do that. Unfortunately, there was no "Big Foot" (acted by Ben koko last year) this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, ate breakfast and swim.&lt;br /&gt;And swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more outdoor activites. Muahaha. My group always win one. And in netball...the oldies and the youndies again. Youndies won in the end. Hehehe. There's Amanda who represented Convent rendah for netball what... and ME! lol. Joking lah. I got experienced in netball. muahaha. got Ben koko summore. So happy sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving.&lt;br /&gt;I got a prize for netball. hehe. And more unique prizes out for people. We ate lunch, took a family photo, and went home. Actually I went to church lah and then I found out that I was surrounded by the chinese youth. NONE OF THE ENGLISH YOUTH WAS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it3ut9042ut40t2j4ow. Ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the 24th December Mother Mary act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went okay lah. But I almost fell down. LOL. My leg was wobbly and tired. Then sang as choir with the Chinese Youth. Cas asked me to sat with her because of ahem ahem and so I went there in her defence LOL. Nigel and Edmund was behind us to look after poor Cas. lolll. Wish everyone a Merry Christmas and went for supper at Kassim. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. School's reopening soon. Happy going to school people. o_o Bye.&lt;br /&gt;And happy advanced birthday, Edmund. May all your wishes and dreams come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-8412075203405938325?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/8412075203405938325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=8412075203405938325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/8412075203405938325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/8412075203405938325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-weekmonth.html' title='busy week/month.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-9186313496756452358</id><published>2006-12-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:04:05.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>I do NOT like the movie. Actually before that, I also wasn't looking forward to see the movie after what Anis said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its not a movie. Its more like the summary, but suckier. Like Anis said. It should be called Eragon: the summary, instead of just plain Eragon: the movie. I find the movie (ala Harry Potter and the GoF) sucky. Fan of the Inheritance trilogy who haven't watch the movie, you might get gazillions of dissapointment and you might want to flame the movie producers. Well actually that's a good thing. I, for one too feel like flaming the movie producers. Same goes with Harry Potter production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* (Spoiler Alert)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;1- Storyline goes too fast.&lt;br /&gt;2- Baby Saphira growing up. I thought she was suppose to grow up like a normal dragon? And poof! After two days (or so), Saphira "grew up" to be an adult Saphira.&lt;br /&gt;3- "I am Saphira and you are my rider." WTF LAH WEY!? WHAT DOES SAPHIRA DID AS A BABY? EAT RATS AND FIND A NAME FOR HERSELF?&lt;br /&gt;4- Brokeback-like scene before Brom breathe his last breath. Eragon, "I need you". Brom replied, "No, I need you more."&lt;br /&gt;5- From Anis -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (1:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;brom was like 'it's on the other side of the map!!'&lt;br /&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (1:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;n in the next scene&lt;br /&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (1:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;he was TERE&lt;br /&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (1:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*(THERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- No Katrina. Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;7- Arya appearing in Eragon's dream. She keep twirling and skipping-sorta like around the tree. Looks like some fantasy music video. Gawddd.&lt;br /&gt;8- Arya and Eragon look like they are some lovers. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;9- From Anis -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (1:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;n the varden trusted him so QUICKLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Roran doesn't know his dad died. AND. He has nochancetohateEragon. o_o&lt;br /&gt;11- Why is there an Avril Lavigne song when its a fantasy movie?&lt;br /&gt;12- From Anis -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (2:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;n the guy hu acts as eragon..&lt;br /&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (2:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;he is like&lt;br /&gt;[î®øŋì©] Submit to its sweet melody... Feel the loss of gravity says (2:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;KAYU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- All in all. 3/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of complain huh? I watched the movie yesterday and it was ok for those who didn't read the book. Once you read the book, you can find thousands and thousands of differences. Bleh. There were only two things I liked about the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Baby Saphira is cute.&lt;br /&gt;2- Adult Saphira is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, two things I like ABOUT THE MOVIE. I guess I don't like the movie at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, all of us (me, Cas, Debbie, Shaun, Edmund, Jon and Father Lawrence) went to Starbucks for an afternoon break. Chatted about stuff and the Christmas' Eve script. T_T reminds me of me being Mother Mary on that day. After that, after everyone went home, me and Cas stayed back to find someone a Birthday present. And all of you AJKs MUST contribute. I don't give a damn. Hahahahahahaha...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a two hours of rest at home, I went to church for singing practice.&lt;br /&gt;Being Mother Mary is an easy thing. But you have to face all those people who is going to tease you, man. Everyone was practicing their thing, except for me. Because the person playing Joseph wasn't there. He was swimming somewhere. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home where I discovered that I always get pissed everytime I go online. =.= And blogging to release my hot temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no quote-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip &lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;08. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;13. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;15. Buy/Borrow more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;16. Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis and return her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;17. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19. CL camp.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;20. KL.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;21. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;22. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;24. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;25. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26. Clean my room.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;27. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29.Borrow Darren Shan saga from &lt;s&gt;Anu&lt;/s&gt; and Si Wei's brother and return it back.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30. Win the bet and get iPOD.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;31. Church camp&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;32. PAG camp on the 1st.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Thomas ko ko's wedding on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;34. Christmas party on the 10th.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Finding myself &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; tuition, actually tonnes.&lt;br /&gt;36. Family Day on the 22nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-9186313496756452358?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/9186313496756452358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=9186313496756452358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/9186313496756452358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/9186313496756452358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/12/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-7440782331666966647</id><published>2006-12-07T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:56:54.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAGzzzz</title><content type='html'>I went to PAG on the 1st of December. Well, I was nervous at first lah, obviously. Then, Edmund's dad fetch me and Cas to Majodi. We went to the registration counter and register our names and stuff, and we found out that Father Lawrence didn't pay the money to the PAG team. O_o Daniel, I think, lead us up to our dorms where we found a few of the PAG-ers were already there. Nanncy and Debbie came next eventhough they arrived earlier than us. Hahaha. They (plus Shaun) kind of wait outside of Majodi for idk how many long minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a while and went down to the um... makan place because we couldn't get into the auditorium yet. Chatted with a few of the PAG team lah. Very friendly. Especially Clara. The other three guys, James, Jon and Nigel came afterwards and we started talking around the table and playing some weird game, "Black Magic" introduced by James and Edmund. Oh, well. It wasn't fun, but still ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the auditorium after that for ice breaker (we played, "I love everyone, especially those..." and Bingo.) and session and also were sorted into groups. Me from the red team and my team is called the Red Champs! Muahahahaha. Unfortunately, I think we got third place. T_T Our team are kind of quiet. Actually very quiet. I was also one of the quiet ones lah because nobody refuse to speak up and we only talk to those we know. And some of us were kind of introvert-ish at that time and didn't open up. But in the end, doing the talent night discussion, Annabel spoke up to us and we began to make noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqYvd6cEI/AAAAAAAAANA/iCF4vdBKc74/s1600-h/1d14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797590369464386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqYvd6cEI/AAAAAAAAANA/iCF4vdBKc74/s320/1d14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posters!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our suggestion for the talent night are very, very random. First, what we thought about was war. Second, two fellas fighting over a girl. Then, another war because the Japanese stole the American's teddy bear. Then, kungfu championship. Death Note spoof. Superhero championship. Happy Feet spoof. A lot more spoofs. And then we thought of one. A girl. and another girl. Bad girl. Good girl. Kind of predictable lah. Ask the PAG-ers or the team to tell you all who don't know what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to change during the break and we went for games! We played tug-of-war and Red Champs rock at it! Muahahahaa. Because of the tug-of-war thing, we won a surprising TWENTY points for our team and we went straight to the second place. HEHEHE. We played um, baseball or something. The guys then went around and target one people and tackled him down into the mud, water, etc. And they think its fun- its a guy's thing I presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqY_d6cHI/AAAAAAAAANY/x2iwN2p2HIg/s1600-h/104035003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797594664431730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqY_d6cHI/AAAAAAAAANY/x2iwN2p2HIg/s320/104035003l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tug-of-war: the black parade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathe after that. We went down and ate and continue our session where we went...SNIPE-HUNTING! Steve told us that he and some other of the PAG team saw two of them around and off we go! OH WAIT. I forgot. Names were called, and a birthday cake was taken into the auditotium. HEH. Shy Daniel's birthday was on the same day, which is on the 1st, Melvin S' birthday is on the next day and the rest was Clara, Nigel and Vivien. Wah. Shiok. Got cake for supper. LOL. Anyways, happy belated birthday, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And were back from there and went into the dorm. After that, we slept. Honestly, I don't know whether Cas was terrified of sleeping alone because she told me that and with her "get away lah buffalos! you blocking the light! T_T" or that she is hot in her area where she's sleeping. WELL...If it isn't bad enough...try sleeping beside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, we went down and into the auditorium for another session. Girls and guys relationship. Everyone were asked to divide into two groups. The guys...and the girls. Then, we have to write down the qualities we look for in our future spouse. We girls wrote I think three times more than the guys. And the guys wrote three times more disgusting than we girls wrote. Around four. Maybe five. Oh well, uncountable. There were words like, "willing to...", "horny", "hot in bed", "creative in bed" followed by "C to D cup" and "36-24-36" which begins from Edmund's suggestion of "sexy". Perverted case lah, the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the talent night rehearsal/break. And then, games. O_O. We played water balloon. Rita was the queen, so we have to protect her. She was covered in newspaper and me and Debbie were running around her, preventing her from getting wet. Well, in the end, Black team won. And what's more, they are the most targeted team. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, eat, eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqY_d6cFI/AAAAAAAAANI/kkgobr2PeeI/s1600-h/3e36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797594664431698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqY_d6cFI/AAAAAAAAANI/kkgobr2PeeI/s320/3e36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MELVIN D! DON'T BOMB MAJODI! TALENT NIGHT IS ON THAT NIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsmvd6cnI/AAAAAAAAARY/hcepdn-tmxQ/s1600-h/PAG-DEC-2006--7-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800029910889074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsmvd6cnI/AAAAAAAAARY/hcepdn-tmxQ/s320/PAG-DEC-2006--7-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talent night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqY_d6cGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kXc7Y4xZ4ek/s1600-h/34ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797594664431714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqY_d6cGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kXc7Y4xZ4ek/s320/34ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We danced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsmvd6cmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oKpfRiUYd30/s1600-h/f6bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800029910889058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsmvd6cmI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oKpfRiUYd30/s320/f6bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parents danced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsm_d6cpI/AAAAAAAAARo/7f1LUEEMRwc/s1600-h/PAG-DEC-2006--52-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800034205856402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsm_d6cpI/AAAAAAAAARo/7f1LUEEMRwc/s320/PAG-DEC-2006--52-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEESE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talent night starts. I learned that a normal RM50 is actually a RM1 and that James is too funny to be a mum. After talent night, we had this pot luck thing and the parents were suppose to bring food for us to eat. LOL. My mum brought curry chicken and a lot of people told me they like it. Nanncy's mum bought nugget and some bought mee siam and a few other food. We also took a few pictures which starts from a few people from Plentong, and we called the Kluang groups, and then the PAG facilitators and team, and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFfd6cOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Tl-dd9Ob--U/s1600-h/275589266l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798359168610530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFfd6cOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Tl-dd9Ob--U/s320/275589266l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund and Cassandra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFvd6cQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6P7_4PrQJWw/s1600-h/313357124l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798363463577858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFvd6cQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6P7_4PrQJWw/s320/313357124l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund, Kim, Nigel, Jon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsHPd6cgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-XuzgVfz-jk/s1600-h/866986321l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799488745009666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsHPd6cgI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-XuzgVfz-jk/s320/866986321l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFvd6cSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K_xMqlQt4Fs/s1600-h/360932765l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798363463577890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFvd6cSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/K_xMqlQt4Fs/s320/360932765l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin S and Edmund.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsm_d6cqI/AAAAAAAAARw/VsX8CGQC2h8/s1600-h/PAG-DEC-2006--116-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800034205856418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsm_d6cqI/AAAAAAAAARw/VsX8CGQC2h8/s320/PAG-DEC-2006--116-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin, Alex, Jude, Edmund, Shaun, Pierre, Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtPd6cbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RaHsdO1FeLg/s1600-h/684366892l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799042068410802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtPd6cbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/RaHsdO1FeLg/s320/684366892l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivien, Aerenia, Edmund, Helen, Rita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtfd6ccI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YrbbSUZpKLA/s1600-h/689709916l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799046363378114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtfd6ccI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YrbbSUZpKLA/s320/689709916l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund, Nigel, Jon, Irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsG_d6cdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0JF2r89A4jc/s1600-h/711921489l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799484450042322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsG_d6cdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0JF2r89A4jc/s320/711921489l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Groupies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3A_d6crI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uBkcLHIgeXk/s1600-h/507829003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811475998732978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3A_d6crI/AAAAAAAAAR4/uBkcLHIgeXk/s320/507829003l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Providers/green team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrs_d6cYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/a9CB2lXGOzo/s1600-h/545611139l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799037773443458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrs_d6cYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/a9CB2lXGOzo/s320/545611139l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund, Kim, Jon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtPd6cZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4mS8FRMDbOo/s1600-h/566026598l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799042068410770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtPd6cZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4mS8FRMDbOo/s320/566026598l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund, Melvin S, Daniel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtPd6caI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zRwAb7E7fYU/s1600-h/673179286l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799042068410786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrtPd6caI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zRwAb7E7fYU/s320/673179286l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEY!!! You all blocking Steve!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFvd6cRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RI0Xz9QfhBU/s1600-h/336610907l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798363463577874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFvd6cRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RI0Xz9QfhBU/s320/336610907l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund and Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrUvd6cTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UBrrcYQuleo/s1600-h/377699161l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798621161615666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrUvd6cTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UBrrcYQuleo/s320/377699161l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin S, Cassandra, Daniel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqofd6cNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AtHxT5C04JE/s1600-h/223139993l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797860952404178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqofd6cNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AtHxT5C04JE/s320/223139993l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund on top, Sherilyn, Cassandra, Pansyi, Celine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had icebreaker. We played the blanket game, "Bang! You're dead" and Double Whacko. Cas and Edmund were the most blur in the blanket game. Everytime they stood up, they went to the other side because they forgot the other person's name. We also had praise and worship and we did this thing which involves teamwork and we hugged each other. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYfd6clI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rcb0KrZF71A/s1600-h/DSC00945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799785097753170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYfd6clI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rcb0KrZF71A/s320/DSC00945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its all in the teamwork, baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dorm, me, Cas, Nanncy, Debbie and Kim chatted. Chatted don't know like how many stuff and I shan't tell you all what we talked about. Girl talk. Hehehee. Me and Kim never talked before even though we were in the same school. She was in Convent and was my senior (now studying Form 6 in SIGS) but HEH, its time to put down our mask and our differences since its PAG. ^^ I sleep at around 1am plus, plus and I don't know what time the rest of them slept since its the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we had another praise and worship. And another session. We were so sleepy that all of us were yawning continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqZPd6cII/AAAAAAAAANg/MnwlbwuKbnc/s1600-h/136779098l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797598959399042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqZPd6cII/AAAAAAAAANg/MnwlbwuKbnc/s320/136779098l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim, Clara, me, Nigel, Edmund.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqoPd6cKI/AAAAAAAAANw/IyVA-MPYHvg/s1600-h/184193784l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797856657436834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqoPd6cKI/AAAAAAAAANw/IyVA-MPYHvg/s320/184193784l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clara, Nigel, Edmund.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had break, where we saw the bishop's dog!!! SO ADORABLE!!! Me, Kim and Cas (Shaun came on later) and pet the cute little dogs. Coco and Biggle. Dk how to spell. We had mass and we had this activity where we have to give this letter to our parents and hug them. We also have to say what touched us the most in this year's PAG, one by one. Jessica asked Father to pick and......he pointed at ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, I am an official PAG graduate. hehehe. And Jessica told us that PAG actually starts after this camp and its time to put down our masks and our differences and start treating others as gifts because we are here for a special purpose. Ehhehehe. I also wrote a few testimonial for the campers and I too received a plenty of testimonial on my tissue box. ^^ I sho happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsm_d6coI/AAAAAAAAARg/tmsAtd-BbRQ/s1600-h/PAG-DEC-2006--14-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005800034205856386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsm_d6coI/AAAAAAAAARg/tmsAtd-BbRQ/s320/PAG-DEC-2006--14-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pressies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYPd6ciI/AAAAAAAAAQw/H37SH8gzcr0/s1600-h/998375408l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799780802785826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYPd6ciI/AAAAAAAAAQw/H37SH8gzcr0/s320/998375408l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lynn and Edmund.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYPd6cjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/N_2n5thxcGE/s1600-h/aaa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799780802785842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYPd6cjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/N_2n5thxcGE/s320/aaa6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Groupies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYfd6ckI/AAAAAAAAARA/-kyXkOdkn_s/s1600-h/bacf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799785097753154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsYfd6ckI/AAAAAAAAARA/-kyXkOdkn_s/s320/bacf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kluang and SHC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsG_d6cfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G8r6mA0wSw4/s1600-h/846474019l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799484450042354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsG_d6cfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G8r6mA0wSw4/s320/846474019l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund, Aerenia, Helen, Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsHPd6chI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qH5DqfusIik/s1600-h/871311987l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799488745009682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsHPd6chI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qH5DqfusIik/s320/871311987l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanncy, Melvin S, Debbie, Cas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsG_d6ceI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zmM2tqX4Qj4/s1600-h/784443331l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005799484450042338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgsG_d6ceI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zmM2tqX4Qj4/s320/784443331l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund, Kim, Cas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrVPd6cXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TZBZp1TAEp0/s1600-h/529746833l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798629751550322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrVPd6cXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TZBZp1TAEp0/s320/529746833l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara, Melvin S, Daniel, Pierre, Lynn, Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrU_d6cVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xwG3uc3e3Gc/s1600-h/420864285l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798625456582994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrU_d6cVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xwG3uc3e3Gc/s320/420864285l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Cas. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFfd6cPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/47hxnPBdl4s/s1600-h/306514707l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798359168610546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrFfd6cPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/47hxnPBdl4s/s320/306514707l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cassandra and Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqoPd6cJI/AAAAAAAAANo/68efuyI-oXo/s1600-h/163550989l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797856657436818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqoPd6cJI/AAAAAAAAANo/68efuyI-oXo/s320/163550989l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara, Nigel, Edmund.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqofd6cLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JYm6blWFkfw/s1600-h/199433276l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797860952404146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqofd6cLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JYm6blWFkfw/s320/199433276l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqofd6cMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MdT7XFj6sjE/s1600-h/216937523l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005797860952404162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqofd6cMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MdT7XFj6sjE/s320/216937523l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jon, Kim, me, Cas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking pictures, and etc. we went home. The next day, I started my very first add maths tuition. IT WAS HELL I TELL YOU. Not the teacher, she is nice and funny, I tell you. ITS THE SUBJECT ITSELF. Its so niryeq5by80234719-43v1039102. It can make me go all insane and crazy and blablablablabla. But honestly, I got through that lah. Now Serah is the one going insane and crazy and blablablablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3BPd6cuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zpb5iOLmJxs/s1600-h/PAG_outing_everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811480293700322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3BPd6cuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zpb5iOLmJxs/s320/PAG_outing_everyone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fun day out in JUSCO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we had this St.Joseph AJK outing- and it turn out to be a PAG outing. We were supposed to meet in Starbucks but eventually, we met in Harris. Melvin then look around and told us, "Wey. This one Starbucks ah?" LOL. But good also lah, Starbucks in Harris. Exactly like Coffee Beans &amp; Tea Leaves in MPH in Mid Valley. You can read your book in Coffee Bean. SHIOK. Maybe can tell the manager or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around and we bought movie tickets for um....Happy Feet. LOL. Then after that, we went Red Box (and me and Lynn walking behind with the Baskin Robbins ice-cream in our hand) and we got the biggest room, Edmund then came a while later. Damn fun. We sing horribly and okok lah and some song we sing solo/duet because the others doesn't know how to sing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3aPd6c0I/AAAAAAAAATA/JJKqVY4fesk/s1600-h/PAG_outing_O_O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811909790430018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3aPd6c0I/AAAAAAAAATA/JJKqVY4fesk/s320/PAG_outing_O_O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing!!! Look at Daniel, everybody! LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3iPd6c1I/AAAAAAAAATI/nPFXNSpqyfs/s1600-h/PAG_outing_what"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005812047229383506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3iPd6c1I/AAAAAAAAATI/nPFXNSpqyfs/s320/PAG_outing_what%27s+with+daniel_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3BPd6ctI/AAAAAAAAASI/All8j4evh70/s1600-h/PAG_outing_AHEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811480293700306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3BPd6ctI/AAAAAAAAASI/All8j4evh70/s320/PAG_outing_AHEM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel: *AHEMMMMM*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3BPd6cvI/AAAAAAAAASY/csOaSKEHQjs/s1600-h/PAG_outing_girls+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811480293700338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3BPd6cvI/AAAAAAAAASY/csOaSKEHQjs/s320/PAG_outing_girls+singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls. Me not there, but in front.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Zvd6cwI/AAAAAAAAASg/rqMQnjd6_fI/s1600-h/PAG_outing_guys+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811901200495362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Zvd6cwI/AAAAAAAAASg/rqMQnjd6_fI/s320/PAG_outing_guys+singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guys. Jon taking this picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3A_d6csI/AAAAAAAAASA/fvx45wtyx8s/s1600-h/PAG_outing_4ofem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811475998732994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3A_d6csI/AAAAAAAAASA/fvx45wtyx8s/s320/PAG_outing_4ofem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candid!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Z_d6cyI/AAAAAAAAASw/2IHu0V3GNGE/s1600-h/PAG_outing_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811905495462690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Z_d6cyI/AAAAAAAAASw/2IHu0V3GNGE/s320/PAG_outing_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me! And Edmund at the background choosing song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we have a few more hours and minutes to spare, so we went to the arcade to kill our time. Cas is so pro in this fighting game. Me, Nanncy and Edmund fought with her and she always win. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, they were in Baskin Robbins eating ice-cream. MORE PHOTOS! lol.(me, Nanncy, Cas and Melvin went off to Converse and one cd shop beside it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Z_d6cxI/AAAAAAAAASo/iHm2RrTLH_c/s1600-h/PAG_outing_kim+and+edmund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811905495462674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Z_d6cxI/AAAAAAAAASo/iHm2RrTLH_c/s320/PAG_outing_kim+and+edmund.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edmund and Kim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Z_d6czI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QCEj3-I9DM4/s1600-h/PAG_outing_me+and+kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005811905495462706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXg3Z_d6czI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QCEj3-I9DM4/s320/PAG_outing_me+and+kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim and me. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we go to watch Happy Feet after that. Nanncy and Cas LEFT ME ALONE. But Kim was sitting beside me, heh. On my left side was Edmund. CAS. NEXT TIME I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH *ahem*. You know who. Muahahaha. You should be lucky I am not refering to Johnson. I am refering to ahem. ******. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;And walked.&lt;br /&gt;Walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home. Woottt. I think that's about it. My fun days are over. I can't go for the St. Louis' Kluang's Christmas Party. Sobs. But Melvin did said something about wanting to go Red Box again. Heh. We also suggested to go to Genting/Singapore after Christmas. Heheh. A break from my Add Maths tuition. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, people. And wish you a very Christmasy holiday month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOO....*ahem*...oooOOOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;- some show. forgot title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrU_d6cUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qlGP9WMJXjM/s1600-h/387512760l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005798625456582978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgrU_d6cUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qlGP9WMJXjM/s320/387512760l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAG ROCKS! I miss PAG. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip &lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp;amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;16. Buy/Borrow more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;17. Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis and return her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;21. KL.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30.Borrow Darren Shan saga from &lt;s&gt;Anu&lt;/s&gt; and Si Wei's brother and return it back.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;31. Win the bet and get iPOD.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;32. Church camp&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;33. PAG camp on the 1st.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Thomas ko ko's wedding on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;35. Christmas party on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;36. Finding myself &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; tuition, actually tonnes.&lt;br /&gt;37. Family Day on the 22nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-7440782331666966647?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/7440782331666966647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=7440782331666966647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7440782331666966647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7440782331666966647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/12/pagzzzz.html' title='PAGzzzz'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/RXgqYvd6cEI/AAAAAAAAANA/iCF4vdBKc74/s72-c/1d14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-4254916401607280137</id><published>2006-11-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:43:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>Arif asked me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ĚviĻ Įče-happy? says:&lt;br /&gt;make sure u blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I blogged already. =.= But of course, blogging needs a topic right. Just like my other blog. I saw this article in Yahoo. Kinda caught my eyes, but I am gonna post about that one in my other blog. Just be patient if you want to wait. I'll blog about last Sunday where there's the Christmas Party meeting with the Chinese St. Joseph Youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its a sad case because only seven of the English Youth were there- Judith, Michael, James, Edmund, Nigel and me. The leader of the CY (Chinese Youth) is James' sister and she's kinda nice. EY had to suggest some games for the Christmas Party. We also had some trouble with the number of kids coming, there were only 29 of them confirming that they're coming. Geez. Most of the ones in English group couldn't go for the Christmas Party because they had to attend Camp Gideon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case. Cause I think I will have trouble conversing with the kids who speaks their Chinese fluently. And me, always being called a banana by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While suggesting some games, James threw off some funny poses while explaining about those games. Made everyone laugh. The meeting ends at about 2.15pm. But it took me around 45 minutes to find a transport. Actually James helped in finding also lah. ACTUALLY I was the one doing nothing. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James found me and Edmund a transport back home. And I was brought home by a Chinese Youth girl's dad. And I spent the rest of my time in the house going online and sleeping because I was too bored. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kz. Gtg, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family means nobody gets left behind...or forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-Lilo and Stitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-4254916401607280137?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/4254916401607280137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=4254916401607280137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/4254916401607280137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/4254916401607280137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored_27.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-7745666961436626902</id><published>2006-11-25T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:01:54.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to blog- despite me doing nothing right now except watching this boring show on Discovery Channel. At least that's the only thing that satisfies me right now. However, I am not going to blog about the trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did there in the three places was:&lt;br /&gt;i- played &lt;em&gt;UNO&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ii- sang.&lt;br /&gt;iii- dinner. yum. since it was Amanda's granddad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;iv- online. ^^&lt;br /&gt;v- swam &lt;u&gt;freestyle&lt;/u&gt;!!! woooottt. actually i could do that long time ago. =.=&lt;br /&gt;vi- ate in mamak shop.&lt;br /&gt;vii- tell each other stories.&lt;br /&gt;viii- sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ix- roller coasters!!! woooott.&lt;br /&gt;x- check out.&lt;br /&gt;xi- to kl.&lt;br /&gt;xii- chatted with Anis on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;xiii- dinner.&lt;br /&gt;xiv- pasar malam. BUT. we didn't manage to go because it was raining. geez.&lt;br /&gt;xv- amanda's house.&lt;br /&gt;xvi- home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for singing practice and I learnt this song- and we were singing terribly. Er. Yeah. Actually, the guys were singing terribly and the girls were laughing at them. o_O Including me. LOL. So the whole song was messed up. And we have to sing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about the guys lah. Mumbling like hell. Jon, who can sing exactly like James Blunt, did not want to sing at all. Nigel, Justin and the little kids was fooling around. Girls were laughing and giggling. LOL. And I am sure that I was the one laughing. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm. Singing practice ended and we sorta like, lepaked for one whole hour in the church. Listening to songs from my ipod and talking crap. LOL. Anyways, we also had a short meeting that they need angels, pom pom girls, Mary and Joseph, &lt;s&gt;cows&lt;/s&gt; camels, sherperds, etc. and me and Shaun talked about FOA. =.= Remember the sketch? O_O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after a short while after we chatted with Father Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. Bored bored bored.&lt;br /&gt;PAG is coming! Woott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-err...me. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-7745666961436626902?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/7745666961436626902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=7745666961436626902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7745666961436626902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/7745666961436626902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/11/lalala.html' title='lalala.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-4259702002792420716</id><published>2006-11-22T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:03:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>I should probably blog about my Kuantan, KL and Genting trip. But at the last minute, I decided not to- being the lazy me. I remembered talking to Anis on the phone and asking her to watch Eragon in JB instead of going to Singapore for 30 minutes 28 seconds. Oh yes, I remembered. I was in KL, and my cousins were all making monkey noises and singing weird Lee Hom songs. I find Lee Hom okay lah, but my cousin just change his appearance from my prespective. Annoying, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got me a Nano. A silver one. Ok also lah. It matches my phone colour, which is apparently silver as well. The only thing that surprised me is the thickness of the nano and how small is it. The nano is smaller than my phone and thinner as well. I should buy a phone like Jasmine's to compare it to the Nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting was fun and exciting, as usual. Nothing to talk about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAG is also coming up soon. Better pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece, Joyce is celebrating her birthday tomorrow. Happy birthday my niece! She so cute. Sometimes she reminds of Michelle when she used to be a baby. A chubby one too. So cute!!! ^^ I love babies! So cuteee! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg. Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip &lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;canceled. Anis coming down to JB to watch Eragon.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Borrow more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;17. Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis and return her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;no more, its replaced with PAG camp.&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;21. KL.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30.Borrow Darren Shan saga from &lt;s&gt;Anu&lt;/s&gt; and Si Wei's brother and return it back.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;31. Win the bet and get iPOD.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;32. Church camp&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. PAG camp on the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;34. Thomas ko ko's wedding on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;35. Christmas party on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;36. Finding myself a tuition, actually tonnes.&lt;br /&gt;37. Family Day on the 22nd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it matter if they criticise you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-4259702002792420716?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/4259702002792420716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=4259702002792420716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/4259702002792420716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/4259702002792420716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-2057161466382021755</id><published>2006-11-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:35:05.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;PSTTTT!!! THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went to school when no one did. So, the only ones I know that came was Pierina, Gin, Agnes and Sara. Agnes brought her Twister for the Form 5s to play since its their last day of school and they are having a class party. I sat with Pierina and Gin and we started to talk crap- and well, the usual stuff. Gin took one of my Sudoku book and started playing it. We talked about the camp (what happened in there will be posted in a minute) and the Kulai PAG camp. And jokes. Pierina and Gin started to laugh like some mad psycho when I told them. We went back after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I continued packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went Casandra's house to fetch her along to church. The camp starts on Saturday, but we sacrifice our time to do the backdrop, finish painting the AJK's shirt and designing the name tags. Once I reached church, Nigel's head popped out from the parish house's window and Jon beside him, yelling "WASSUP DAWGGGG!" at the both of us. Funnily enough lah, Nigel is that kind of person- a joker. James and Nigel took our bags up to the parish house and me and Cas are assigned to sweep the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is washing the toilet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we had ourselves sweeping at a couple of dirt which is kinda undetectable. Looks like we are sweeping at nothing at all, but actually we are. James then took the mop from somewhere, and ITS NOT FROM THE TOILET obviously. After that, I got a sms from Edmund, telling me that "remember to bring food in case you guys get hungry" in which I replied "am already here. later will buy food. haha" and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You all want me to buy?...kfc...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed for Nigel and he said he would pay half of it. *grins* However, Edmund will only be there at 11pm. Shocking, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3.00, I designed the participants' name tag but Nanncy and Debbie (they arrived a few minutes before) did it all. I went off drawing the backdrop and colouring it and without anybody helping me in case they coloured something else in mistake. But I did ask James, Nigel and Cas to help me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got a reward!!! Food!!! We ate, and a while later, we got back to our work and without anybody helping me, but still, I don't mind- because I asked them not to in case they screwed up. At 6pm, all 7 of us went up to the parish house for a break and bath. WE GIRLS GOT THE GUEST ROOM!!! I so happy!!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were out in the living room, checking out Father Lawrence's dvd collection while we were in the guest room, reading magazines, taking out our blankets and one by one taking baths in the bathroom. Then, I heard Jon's voice rang out, "Eh! Really leh. Father got every dvd. Kim Possible also got!" lol. At 6.50pm, Nanncy and Debbie watched Princess Hour. BLEH. I ran out to the living room to use Jon's laptop to play some games and listen to some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8pm, we continued to do our backdrop and James, Cas and Nigel helped. Also had a small singing practice. We were also told that we need to hand over the backdrop at 11.30pm. Around 9 plus, Debbie and Nanncy went out with Jie Jie Imelda to fetch Shaun, Debbie's brother, who is also my second cousin. =.= Me and Cas were left behind to clean up Aunt Vincentia's office while waiting for some of the paint to dry off. They came back a while later and they continued with the name tag thingys. Nigel, James and Jon were up there putting on the electronic stuffs, and Shaun went up to put his bag in the parish house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 plus, Edmund sent me another sms. "Where are you? Help me carry the food and call the guys down" Me, Cas, Nanncy and Deb went out waiting for Edo (that's Edmund's new nickname by the way). Food and Edmund arrives. FOOD... *drools* But it wasn't what I expected though, its not KFC. But its pizza hut. O_o I don't really mind lah. But Father Lawrence was like, "CHEH. I thought kfc one...i waiting there you know." and went all laughing and laughing. While I was eating the pizza, I coloured the background. Cas and Edmund helped me to paint the backdrop and we all ended up painting each other's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm : Backdrop was taken into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another singing practice started, and everyone (meaning the AJKs) said I am too hyperactive. =.= We went down and mopped the office and went up to the parish house. We girls went up and chat and chat and all of us had a short meeting with Father Lawrence and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...on Saturday. The camp started. Me and Cas were assigned to be in the registration department and the rest are supposed to lead them up to their room to put their bags and stuffs. At 9, we went up to the hall for Ice Breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange name tags. And then we played something interesting. VERY interesting. And Nigel gets to be the hitter. PEH. So unfair lah. I went out of the game. We then had breakfast. And more activities to come. Singing, dancing, shouting, praising Lord. We did something, can't remember what. Eating lunch, playing games, session and workshop with Father Lawrence and his jokes and him being the *coughdramakingcough*. Mind the cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared and talked about the participants. I can't really talk about them here in case one oh them or ALL of them stumble on to my blog. Bath and stuff to prepare for the evening mass. The guys were all downstairs cleaning up the very wet carpark. The girls were to taking care of the participants during mass. After mass, we &lt;s&gt;shooed&lt;/s&gt; asked the participants to go up to the hall. James, Jon and I er...babysitted them. =.= James started talking about pontianak which is not scary at all. He made it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you ah. the pontianak ah...she ah...like BOYS wan you knowww!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed like hell. BBQ was next. I was famished when I got down. And was bloated a while later. We went up to bath. Me and Debbie were washing the dishes, and Edmund helped in putting it all into the plastic. All of us watched a movie after that. We girls facilitators have to pack because jie jie Imelda is going to sleep in that room and were supposed to sleep with the participants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I was still hyperactive. We ate the nicest nasi lemak ever cooked. I love the sambal!!! And we had singing practice. Praising Lord and running around singing. We had session and workshop with Father Lawrence next. And having rehearsal for the Talentime. My group and Cas group were joined and some of them went to other groups by Father's order. So it was me, Cas, Beatrix, Thomas, Christopher and Lawrence. We were unable to do the sketch due to our stage fright, so we decided to sing together as one group. Jie jie Imelda asked me to copy down to lyrics for us to sing during the Talentime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an sms from Edmund, which is VERY weird because he was opposite me, only at the back of the room. AND OBVIOUSLY, I too cannot tell you all unless you are not a participant and if you ask me face to face. He sent one to Nigel as well- I think. It was well decided by jie jie Imelda that his group join our group and keep on practising and practising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next, we had Steve from Sacred Heart to had session and workshop with us. Played game. "Violent" game, and "I love everybody especially..." game, and blanket game. =.= We had a nice time when Steve is there and then Father took over, asking us to dance alone to the other side. =.= Nigel and I were the only ones. I think. I forgot. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch after that. And talentime starts. There a sketch was from Nigel and Jon's group. Very funny. Then our group- 3 people left- it was 6 of us left- we sang and sang. Boleh tahan lah. Then, it was Nanncy and Debbie's group. lol. Funny. We sang after that. And took photographs. Tonnes of them. And we had pizzas, ice-creams. Nanncy, Nigel, Edmund and me when inside and continued singing. =.= Am still hyperactive! Heh. I went down with Debbie and James and then Father came along. We chatted and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's PAG camp next and more church activities to come. So I will be very, very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA PHOTOS! Candid photos, Spontaneous photos, Posed photos. There's every!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lawrence!!! During Session and Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20086.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20086.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wings and drumsticks. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting. From the left: Debbie, me, Nanncy, Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me laugh everytime. LOL. Edmund and Nanncy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edo's the man!!! =.= LOL. From the left: Nanncy, Edmund, Cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-breaker session. Nigel with the paper-made bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ice-breaker sessions. Nigel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/P1020518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/P1020518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration department! From the top in clockwise: Nanncy, Debbie, me, Cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/P1020573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/P1020573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy and GIRLS. From the top in clockwise: me, Edmund, Beatrix, Nanncy, Cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/DSC03193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/DSC03193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrix and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHONES!!! FOR $1! Joking lah. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cas and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and Nanncy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanncy and Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/P1020564resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/P1020564resize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 girls and a guy. Sad case. From the left: Edmund, Cas, Debbie, Nanncy, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/P1020570rsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/P1020570rsize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groupies! From the left: Rachel, Cas, Beatrix, me, Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 5's girls. From the top in clockwise: Rachel, Beatrix, me, Cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and his games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Julian and Father Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name tag and shirt is under the possession of Casandra Ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund and his fishball. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanncy and the face. o_O and us AJKs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous photography. A sucky job the photographer did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, at 6.30am in the morning. Being hyperactive. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys during break/short meeting. From the left: Jon, Nigel, James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/IMG_3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls on Friday watching Princess Hours. From the left: Debbie, Nanncy, Cas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/IMG_3297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/IMG_3297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up. Cas: HAIH. Why I so tao mei one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Jon's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20073.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20073.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanncy's group sketch from Talentime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/2%20idiots.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/2%20idiots.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two so called idiots from the bathroom. From the top: Jon, Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/debbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/debbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and her &lt;strong&gt;fishball&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on Friday afternoon, colouring the backdrop. Being hyperactive! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanncy with the chopsticks in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cas with her &lt;strong&gt;fishball&lt;/strong&gt;. WHAT'S WITH THE FISHBALL!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJKs from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJKs with the backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys AJK. Edmund, Shaun, James, Nigel, Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls AJK. Debbie, Nanncy, me, Cas (clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/1600/Picture%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3354/2943/320/Picture%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJKs with participants. WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PSTTTT!!! THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-2057161466382021755?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/2057161466382021755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=2057161466382021755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/2057161466382021755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/2057161466382021755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/11/camp-06.html' title='camp 06'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116299301206106615</id><published>2006-11-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:29.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e158/Liberalgal8004/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time sleeping the whole day in school yesterday. Except recess. My eyes was half open/close and I looked like a zombie but well, not entirely. I was tired since morning but I had no choice but to sleep. And I had myself reading The Mediator over again. In the end, I still end up sleeping early with all the naps I've taken before. Never sleep that much before in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a debate is on to spend our time instead of lying around in the class talking crap. The topic is; the house agrees that children today leads better life than children of yesteryears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it had all the benefits and the disadvantages lah, but then one team can only pick either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government team (??) is represented by Suba (player 1), Alyaa (player 2), Fann (play.3) and Si Wei (play.4) and the negative is represented by Serene, Karen, Aryati and Bekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was scary &lt;s&gt;and brutal&lt;/s&gt;. For me, debating is a second version of a catfight, only they are standing in their place instead scratching their opponents over. But honestly, from what my dad defines, debating is more like quarreling- denying comments and cutting off their opponents' word. As the spectators, we were called the "members of the floor". =.= That's Fann by the way. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As their first time, it was kinda acceptable. But Fann, fuiyoohhh...she was OUTSTANDING. Because of that, she was the Best Speaker. Personally speaking, she will be a great debater next year for the Form 4 debating competition + crowned the Best Speaker. o_O Sure she will &amp; she &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to criticise the negative team with the washing machine and the papan and all, but I'll rather not. But honestly, washing machine doesn't make us un-independant, it just makes our life easier and more comfortable like Alyaa said. And the papan &lt;i&gt;certainly&lt;/i&gt; does not make us independent, it is just made last time before technology improved- so it was considered a modern stuff last time. Washing clothes with the papan just improve our survival skills lah for heaven's sake. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez. Here goes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, we're all playing UNO attack- which kinda disturbs the class but generally speaking, IF YOU GUYS PLAY THAT SURE YOU GUYS WILL SCREAM ALSO RIGHT!? Damn. Kinda pissed because of that. And after that, everyone started chatting, doing nothing, etc. and Serah was playing Sudoku in my Sudoku book and teaching Merz and grandma how to play it. Si Wei, too also took my Sudoku book and played Sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudoku is addictive. Beware ppl.&lt;br /&gt;I gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip &lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp;amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;22 AND 23 DECEMBER!!!&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Borrow more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;17. Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis and return her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room. (&lt;b&gt;almost finish...&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;30.Borrow Darren Shan saga from &lt;s&gt;Anu&lt;/s&gt; and Si Wei's brother and return it back.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;31. Win the bet&lt;/s&gt; and get iPOD. (&lt;b&gt;waiting...&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Church camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold on, if you feel like letting go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-Hold on, Good Charlotte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116299301206106615?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116299301206106615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116299301206106615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116299301206106615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116299301206106615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/11/sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116228569207737542</id><published>2006-10-31T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outoutout</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 26th November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sleepy after all that food inside my stomach. All that nice food. Begedil, ketupat and more. I wish that I could take all that food away and put it in my room for supper. How nice, but I can't because I have eaten all of that. Geez. So anyways, today just now, me, Si Wei, Sarah, Sharlene, Jasmine, Suearna, Alex, Kevin, etc. and the EC St. Johners had ourselves our to Arif's house for Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Si Wei's house at 11.30am and sat her dad's car to Taman Suria, where Arif and his family stays. We reached at 12pm and we're told by Arif that we're the earliest to arrive. O.o I am always the one late everytime I go somewhere for something. This is the first time wey!!! ^^ We sat on the chair while Arif went to the back at the kitchen, helping his mum to cook. And helped ourselves to the kueh. So yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin then arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah next.&lt;br /&gt;Suearna and Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Darren and Daniel's farewell party while Sarah was reading the 17-years-old-girl-who-ran-away-to-the-West Bank-because-of-love story from my Seventeen. And at around 2pm, we ate LUNCH! Arif's mum's cooking skills amazes me. Everything on the table is so delicious and yummy. Can't stop eating. By tomorrow I'll probably turn into some fat pig that talks. o_O reminds me of one movie, but I seems to forget the title. Ah, what the hell, food is nice. Wouldn't hurt a day to eat all those nice nice and delicious food, yeah? *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must have tortured Si Wei because she was sitting beside &lt;s&gt;grandma&lt;/s&gt; sarah who was talking about Maple Story along with Sharlene. Either that, or Si Wei is fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suearna and Jasmine then went to watch this Indonesian show called "Bawang Merah, Bawang Putih". And me and Sarah started talking about the good one looking slightly like JoJo, and the bad one is quite pretty for a Malay and etc.etc. and then about the pizza thing and where to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played UNO. The cards keep flipping out during my turn. T-T And Arif CHEATED!!! He went to his parent's room and opened the curtain!!! But anyways, its not me that's sitting in front of the window- it was Sharlene and Alex who got cheated! But anyways, Alex won. Because of Sharlene. Or not, I can WIN. T-T While we were playing UNO, the EC St. Johner's arrived. Around TEN of them, and six of us girl. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we took a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="338" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/Humanseating.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While they were eating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="509" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/InvisibleBrian.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while they were playing some finger game outside. I was supposed to take a picture of Brian for Serah but he just had to shift away. Boohoohoo. But I did managed to take a photo of Brian's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we also took other pictures. Tak kan lah ambil foto dia orang saje? Geez. My malay speaking is going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="338" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/SarahandSharlene.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The all-so-beautiful ones.&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Sarah, Sharlene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="338" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/SharleneandAlex.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The couple. See what happened when you don't *smile*!? Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh?!&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Sharlene, Alex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="338" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/SharleneandArif.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guest and host.&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Sharlene, Arif&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="338" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/TracySiWeiSarahSharlene.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls after Suearna and Jasmine left.&lt;br /&gt;From the top in clockwise: Sarah, Sharlene, Si Wei, me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="509" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/ArifssisAlia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arif's cute sister, Alia! SO CUTE RIGHT!? &lt;strong&gt;RIGHTT???!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 27th November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the place where I made my passport to receive my new passport. I can go Singapore already! Hehe. So after that, I had me and my dad to the place where we ate the beef noodle/kueh tiaw etc.etc. and met Aunt Cecilia and Uncle Chua there. I followed them to Desa Cemerlang to fetch Grandma. And we went to the hospital where we found out that granduncle was discharged. Wasted trip. T-T (He passed away peacefully the next day btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Tebrau City and our paths separated. Hence, we were declared free until the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01- Baskin Robbins&lt;br /&gt;02- Memory Lane&lt;br /&gt;03- Bodyglove&lt;br /&gt;04- almost into Levi's Store when we saw *them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself the vizor that Si Wei tortured me with and then on the next holiday, I promised Michelle to buy her the black vizor and Amanda the PINK vizor. She'll kill me. =.= I'll probably update the next post some other day. Too busy with my cousins. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PST!!! : I wrote this on last Saturday morning, but I just published it today. I was kinda lazy to blog and I was quite busy with everything recently. :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is like an oxygen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Moulin Rouge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116228569207737542?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116228569207737542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116228569207737542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116228569207737542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116228569207737542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/outoutout.html' title='outoutout'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116161690788005665</id><published>2006-10-23T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="272" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/makesomeonehappy.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do a part to contribute for the world today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long, long day of registering my name to make a passport, how I wish I do &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; want to make another passport in my whole life. &lt;b&gt;Ever&lt;/b&gt;. Ditto. The day, &lt;i&gt;day&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;before yesterday&lt;/u&gt;, I had my dad with me to the Wisma Persekutuan to make me a passport. Eventhough we reached there at 9am, hundreds, um, no, &lt;i&gt;THOUSANDS&lt;/i&gt; of Johorian (or -ese, -ean, etc.) was lining up to make passport/IC/etc. and every seat was occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same morning (at 12.16am), I received a sms from Arif, which I read after a few hours. I forgot what did he wrote, but I do remember something about "TIDO, TIDO, passport besok/tmr". Heh. I forgot everything. I replied to that message with a mere "passport today". And he told me he was reading "The Count of Monte Cristo". I loved the movie, but the book was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took me to a hawker centre, the food there is so yummy. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, I went up to that particular room- and its still not my turn yet. It was around 20 before it reaches my turn. Slow work. =.= And they took a long time to look at my IC and my dad's IC, and my birth certificate. After that, we were asked to wait for half and hour to sort out things and return me my IC and my BC. However, after 45 minutes, my name wasn't called out. Lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having back my documents, I went home obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. What 'bout &lt;u&gt;day before yesterday&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a church meeting with my fellow friends. And hell, it was funny. Around 3/4 of the class was there. Yeap. And being the boring old secretary, I had most of the work in my hand. And Casandra, YOU MUST DO HALF OF THE WORK OK? It was so tiring, and I had a slight headache. And also because of everyone's bad handwriting. Shish. All of discussed about the time table, games, activities, &lt;s&gt;adult movies for adult&lt;/s&gt; and etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were divided into groups- and hell, I want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;Humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks Nanncy and Cas. You just humiliated my life with both of your sinister plan.&lt;br /&gt;PSSST! Well, they didn't humiliated my life lah, I am just saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting, we had ourselves to a nearby restaurant for a drink. A drink cleared my mind. And Casandra started blabbering stuff and she let me eat her vegetables; just because she doesn't like vegetables. =.= But anyways, we walked back to the church and continued our meeting. I waited for my mum at 1.30pm downstairs and while reading the information board when Father Lawrence popped out of nowhere, telling me that I shouldn't be scared of him but should fear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well then. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to Karishma's house for Deepavali. I ate a lot. T_T I was bloated when I went back. And we chated for almost 2 1/2 hours there. We talked about the modelling thing last week to the "old times". Did I tell you we were old classmates when we were in primary school? Heh. Now you know. And my brother beat me in showering before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- 6&lt;br /&gt;G- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still win.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to the fishing village of Kukup after visiting my granduncle in the hospital. It was Aunt Rosa who suggested it. I wanted to go home and sleep but instead, I was pulled along by my brother. &lt;b&gt;CURSESS!!!&lt;/b&gt; :quote Mojo Jojo. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01- eat ice-kacang&lt;br /&gt;02- buy stuff&lt;br /&gt;03- went around&lt;br /&gt;04- ran under the rain&lt;br /&gt;05- seafood. yum. ^^&lt;br /&gt;06- went around&lt;br /&gt;07- buy &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; stuff&lt;br /&gt;08- went home and beat kor into bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- 7&lt;br /&gt;G- 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in da lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mwahahahahaha!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just every other normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I went to Tebrau City with around 6 + people for an outing? Hm. Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Wei and I meet somewhere near Baskin Robbins and she pulled me somehow to help her find a birthday gift for her neighbor. We went here and there and she took a purse and went and pay. AND...Thou shall all see how I torture Si Wei. And no, I won't put my picture here. &lt;s&gt;LALALALA&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/DSC00275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dear people, this is how I torture Si Wei. Beware if I have a camera in my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she went Pizza Hut and I went downstairs to buy myself a magazine. I mean, &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; magazines. Seventeen and HOT. Fashion magazine and celebrity gossip magazine. I got bored by going online everyday =.= , don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch &lt;i&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/i&gt; and wah, I loved the movie wey. I loved Sophia Bush's character, Beth- a humanitarian sorta like character. :P Of course, I do not like the lesbian kiss. BLUEK. Heather (Ashanti) was hardcore with her cheerleader attitude. But honestly, cheerleaders are not *that* revengeful lah. Unless you provoke their team or something and hell is on its way. Kate, character portrayed by Brittany Snow bears a huge difference from the character she used to portrayed in The Pacificer. But ahhh!!! She so sweet right??? lol. And the smarty, born-to-win everything, Carrie (acted out by some actress O.o idk okay?). She's smart and spunky. Who wouldn't wanna be like her!? LOL. And last but not least, the man himself, John Tucker, portrayed by Jesse Metcalfe, known as the gardener from Desperate Housewife. SO PLAYBOY LAH HE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, movie rocks. Heh. 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;ITS WORTH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g158/mrbrightside11/johntuckermustdie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to the toilet- and Si Wei almost walked into the Gents. Thank goodness I called her, or not, she'll probably die or something. We ate a little Baskin Robbins ice-cream out of boredom after buying tickets to watch Stormbreaker. I called for the same ice-cream I usually called- but I forgot the name because I always just point out the one that I want to order. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we watched Stormbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a family movie lah. And I finally saw Ewan McGregor after last year's Star Wars Ep. III: Revenge of the Sith. And not to mention Moulin Rouge! since Dad is kinda captivated by it and keep repeating the movie over and over again everyday. =.= He even memorized the songs in the movie. What a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Alex Rider guy cute right?? =.=&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. I was quite surprised with the fighting scene. How can a teenage fella fight six &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; fella? Unless he's a mutant or something. Or he has some supernatural power. =.= I think I miss X-Men III too much. What am I trying to say is... FIGHTING SCENE IS SO FAKE! And I do not like the other fighting scene where the both ladies fight- or rather, catfight. More than fake. There are some funny parts lah. Wolf, Bear, Eagle, Snake and Alex- &lt;i&gt;Cub&lt;/i&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie rating: 2.5/5&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah. Boleh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="390" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/alexrideroperationstormbreaker_bigp.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the movie is not like Agent Cody Banks also. =.= And he rarely spends his time in school in the movie. WHAT LAHH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Memory Lane next and do nothing. Except for admiring those little soft toys and stuffed animals and plushies. AREN'T THEY CUTE?? Brian and gang planning to buy a penguin for Daniel. Dk whether they bought or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me went home after Si Wei's mum passed me Darren Shan book VII to book XII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My life is fulfilled. HEH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip &lt;b&gt;and get it back &lt;s&gt;before I cut their heads off&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Borrow more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;br /&gt;17. Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis and return her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Borrow Darren Shan saga from &lt;s&gt;Anu&lt;/s&gt; and Si Wei's brother &lt;strong&gt;and return it back&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;31. Win the bet and get iPOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seasons may change, winter to spring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Come What May, Moulin Rouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSST. Happy belated Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116161690788005665?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116161690788005665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116161690788005665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116161690788005665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116161690788005665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-part-to-contribute-for-world-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116124731392625114</id><published>2006-10-19T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHH?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="387" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/The_Fall_by_annejulie.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't fall. Hold on, always.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not what to post about these past few days but &lt;b&gt;however&lt;/b&gt;, I did get somewhat an interesting yet disgusting and unbelievable information yesterday in school. It was so disgusting that I somehow want to hide my face in Si Wei's brother's Darren Shan book IV. It was so disgusting that Anis &lt;i&gt;hid&lt;/i&gt; her face in her cousin's Twilight book (its the same thing I did but either way, its two different person doing the same thing so...HA!). It was utterly disgusting that when Mr. Lim entered the hall, we shooed him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that cool? &lt;u&gt;We&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shooed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; HIM out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, before we entered the hall, we went into the Form 4 blocks to put our bags. I asked Anis for one of her Anime drawing and well, unfortunately, it got vandalised by Si Wei and I. The one I coloured first looked like a tree, the one she coloured is kinda light, and the other one I coloured looked crappy like shit- the colour combination doesn't match and I coloured it pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, pink is not my favourite colour. It makes me barf when I sees pink. Obviously I am speaking figuratively. Or not, I would be vomiting everyday over and over again when I see Vivee's pink Converse bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Si Wei had to go somewhere (something to do with Interact Club I suppose) with Mel, so Anis and I was alone with the rest of class who were present. Vivee looks like she doesn't give a damn about the Eragon bet that she made with Anis. If she didn't finish the book before the 9th of November, Anis will buy any of the packet drinks that the canteen sells and pour it all over Vivee. And because of that, a treaty was signed (by Anis, Anu, me, Sharlene and Si Wei) as proof last Friday when I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this made me remember something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago, Anis and I pakat to watch Eragon (coming out this 14th/15th/16th -idk; its one of them since everyone has the different answer. Either way, its a close one- December). &lt;s&gt;Grandma&lt;/s&gt; Sarah who was seated in between the both of us and was resting her head on the table popped up suddenly, "WEY!!! I ALSO WANT TO WATCH!" And so, Pakatan AST was made. Also known as the ATS treaty. Similar to the one that the treaty that all the British Government signed with our Sultan a few decades ago. Only its signed by three stressed out teenagers. I doubt that it will be out on the new syllabus of Sejarah Tingkatan 1/2/3 since the treaty was signed as we have got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then called down to the hall while we were reading book. Assuming it was a boring lecture, Anis and I took our novels/storybooks down to the hall so that we can read it. Rebekah then joined us. Absorbed in the plotline of the story I am reading, I really did not notice what was over the white board used for projecting. When Rebekah and Esther whispered something about the word with a background of Angelina Jolie, I looked up to the white board being the curious me. The word &lt;b&gt;Sex Education&lt;/b&gt; was over the white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Anis. When she looked up and saw the two words, she give me that priceless expression. Hahaha. Makes me wanna laugh. So anyways, the woman, her name is Rachel and she started showing this short clip from I Not Stupid Too. Everyone started to roar in laughter but however, she cut of the part where the little boy stumbled into his brother's room without knowing that his brother and his brother's friend were all watching porn. But forget that, even without that scene, everyone was still laughing. And obviously among the students, no one laughs harder than Vhinosha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she started explaining things like ... and ... . Then, she explained um, er... warming up. And boy, is she a good actress or what. She gives us example by acting it out. Um, all by herself. But all in all, everyone can understand every word she said. Sexual intercourse was next. THE PICTURE WAS OVER THE BOARD I TELL YOU. I FEEL DISGUSTED TO EVEN TELL YOU ALL. After that was sexual harassment, then the effect of abortion. And the hotline for something. The last one was the Q &amp; A section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman then passed us a survey paper with a booklet of Sunway College. At page two was written all subjects, field, something to do with our future career, etc. and we were supposed to tick that one that we are interested in. I can't believe I ticked almost 8 subjects. I ticked Business and Commision, Mathematics and Statistic, Media something something (something to do with acting and singing), something to do with Journalism, Biotechnology and Biosomething, Medicine, Arts and Design, and I ticked Others because I do not know where is Biology categorised in. 4 subjects of Science, 4 subjects of Arts. Just nice. But idk whether I will take all that subject or not. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lecture and recess, Anis and I went up to class and continued reading. =.= Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a fashion show. And Sharlene won. Heh. 3c won. After fashion show, we had this boring lecture on stress and overbreathing. I do &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; understands anything the doctor said. I was bored enough to sleep but Peh Yee woke me up. And unfortunately, a teacher was sitting beside me. After she talked for a very long time, the teacher went away. Peh Yee and I sneaked up with Alyaa and Regina. Jess also went out. I went to 3A for a chat and then to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there's a lot of picture of the Halloween Party in Sharlene's blog. Click &lt;a href="http://www.thedarksoulofsierralee.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go there. To read about the Halloween Party in my other blog, click &lt;a href="http://themistofdarkness.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go and READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Me gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PSSST. If you don't mind, could you help me find a skin for my blog? ((:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To achieve, you must believe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown, adapted from Chicken Soup For the Teenager Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Since I am not going anymore, what's the point of finding details &amp;amp; etc.?&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Lend more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;br /&gt;17. Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis &lt;strong&gt;and return her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure. (&lt;strong&gt;I am going KL. Heh!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Borrow Darren Shan saga from Anu and Si Wei's brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Win the bet and get iPOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116124731392625114?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116124731392625114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116124731392625114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116124731392625114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116124731392625114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/ehh.html' title='EHH?!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116098761115455294</id><published>2006-10-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalallle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/lalaslee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depressed. I LOSE A GAME OF CHESS TO ANU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the usual Monday after the weekend. And honestly, I did nothing today but play chess with Anu, Vivee and Vhinotini and read Anu's Cirque du Freak saga book I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing book II, I just discovered the book is filled with very much sacrifice, love and friendship. Spending more time with his family proves that he's gonna miss his family very much. Gah me for being an emotional person. And Darren, the main character, is willing to sacrifice himself to save his best friend. But noooo... Steve wanted to be some whacko vampire hunter and vow to kill him. When Sam (Darren's new friend) died, Darren cried a lot wey. Grieving over and over again. Lastly, he drank Sam's blood to remind himself about Sam and his loyalty to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO TOUCHING RIGHT!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care!!! I am gonna hunt down the third book!!! Heh. AND ANU GOT AN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB VOL.5 MANGA FROM ANIS FOR HER BIRTHDAY. All in all, she get 2 novels and a manga for her birthday. T_T I didn't get any manga at all!!! But I should be lucky because I get something for my birthday. And what shall I buy for Anu, hm...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ANU. BE CAREFUL ON YOUR TRIP TO INDIA YEAH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I did quite a number of things from my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Since I am not going anymore, what's the point of finding details &amp;amp; etc.?&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House. (&lt;strong&gt;Watching.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;reason: headache. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Lend more storybooks/novels to read.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;s&gt;Borrow the book that Anis bought on 6th of October&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Borrow Ouran High School Host Club Vol. 1,2,3 and 4 from Anis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116098761115455294?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116098761115455294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116098761115455294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116098761115455294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116098761115455294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/lalalallle.html' title='lalalallle..'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116065455931482886</id><published>2006-10-12T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/paper__by_photographix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its plain and cute. Represent originality. From Deviantart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned something in my latest post in my &lt;a href="http://www.themistofdarkness.blogspot.com"&gt;mistofdarkness blog&lt;/a&gt; about today having a rehearsal of what are we going to do on the 31st. Apparently, Puan Khatijah lied ! There was no rehearsal, no one was practising, everyone was doing their own stuff. Thank goodness I didn't brought anything to school. Or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring today. 21 people from our class came to school, and around a quarter of the class went back home after taking attendance. I wanted to go back too, but something flashed across my mind. It was the laziness to call my mum to school; asking her to fetch me. Besides, if I went home, Anis will be all alone since neither Suba nor Vivee came. =.= Anu can't go to school because of Singapore. Sarah, Si Wei and Sharlene were absent from school too. The only thing I know is that Si Wei stayed home because of her Korean show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone interested in Korean shows? Even my mum is interested in it. Maybe the plotline is nice. Maybe I should try watching one show. If I am addicted to it, I am addicted to it lah. No use hating that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, me and Anis read the novel that we brought to school this morning. Then, Scrabble. Anis went up the library. I read. She came back down. We both read. Scrabble next. She, like Anu, started stating words that doesn't exist and we both started laughing like hyenas. Kelly, Wan Theng, and some of the 3A-ians stared at us. Lol. Funny. We interrupted them playing Cho Tai Ti. Sorry yeah? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. I should go now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the &lt;s&gt;Malacca&lt;/s&gt; Kuala Lumpur trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;I am broke&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;Useless lah. Sure I will watch every Friday&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Read more storybooks/novels.&lt;br /&gt;17. Borrow the book that Anis bought on 6th of October.&lt;br /&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;br /&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116065455931482886?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116065455931482886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116065455931482886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116065455931482886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116065455931482886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/eyyy.html' title='EYYY!!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116055057499757406</id><published>2006-10-11T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e371/kittenslikemilk/WAITIN1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting. For my PMR results!!! I want!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, more than 20 + people in my class were absent for school today. Well, we didn't enter our classroom at all but instead, teacher asked us to go into the hall. Me and Vivee were sitting at the front again. Just like Monday. I brought Scrabble to school, and played against Anu and Anisa. Anu, who doesn't know anything, just make up words like, "putd" and "axeli".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, played chess against Vivee and Scrabble at the same time. Nevertheless, I beat Vivee in chess because my bishop and my castle checkmate her king. Mwahaha. Then Anu played against Vivee. Due to the amount of noise we made, we were sent to the Seni room to clean up the place. My goodness lah...her own room also shooed us there to help her clean up? It's something like Sistem Kerah. Thank goodness I love cleaning up. Well, cleaning up everywhere except for my room that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we had this um... Faber-Castell thing here. I didn't know some carpenter whose last name is Faber created the pencil. Cause he thinks "&lt;em&gt;FEATHER PEN AND INK SUCKS! YEAHHH&lt;/em&gt;!" Err. Hold it, I just made that up. People &lt;s&gt;jakun-ted&lt;/s&gt; got fascinated and started buying that pencil. Then, we had quizzes. Anis and Anu won something. Without raising up their hands to answer. Well, you see, Anis raised her hand &lt;strong&gt;to the side &lt;/strong&gt;while Anu &lt;strong&gt;answered loudly&lt;/strong&gt; and only at that moment, she raised her hand slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got free pencil and eraser. From my opinion lah, they should give us before PMR so we could use it. After that, we occupied ourselves with books. Loads of fantasy books. Vivee got lost and borrowed Anis' heavy Eldest, which is the second book of Inheritance. But ha! She doesn't want it anymore since Anis doesn't allow her to read that until she finished reading Eragon, the first book with the amount of spoiler contain in Eldest. So anyways, she saw Gin's W'tchfire and began reading it. Few minutes later, she was complaining that the book is boring and snatched Anu's Cirque de Freak away from her. Its a funny sight for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what! I found out the opening day of Eragon: the movie!&lt;br /&gt;It's on the &lt;strong&gt;14TH OF DECEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If our PMR result is out on that day, I'm gonna commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="254" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/normal_newpromo.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel... &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my what-to-do completed. Well, actually two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the &lt;s&gt;Malacca&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/b&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;05. Find out the date of the opening day of Eragon. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House (Sharlene gonna lend me! Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy/Read more storybooks/novels.&lt;br /&gt;17. Read the book that Anis bought yesterday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;br /&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k26/pissonmeimsexy/ipod.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT will be mine if I have 5As and above. *prays hard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116055057499757406?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116055057499757406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116055057499757406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116055057499757406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116055057499757406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/third-day.html' title='third day'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116039231651286164</id><published>2006-10-09T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="248" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/vik2ep.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom? No?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really agree on what Arif said in everyone's tagboard, "&lt;em&gt;Freedom after PMR&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school after PMR. I, um, well, &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; thought we could have &lt;strong&gt;freedom&lt;/strong&gt;. But nooo... Today, the form 3 students are all stuck in the hall, doing some wood thing for today's activities. Then, me, Si Wei, Suba and Vivee volunter to be in a group of four,putting together little pieces of wood to form the Petronas Twin Tower. And if you're in form 2 this year, going up to form 3 next year, &lt;em&gt;do not volunter yourself doing &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Unless you are patient and not hot-tempered. If you're like Si Wei (who apparently, went mad putting those pieces together), don't go and volunter yourself. Suba almost gone all mental and Vivee, one the other hand, helped us putting the bigger ones together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="314" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/twintowers.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hard work!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of our class did the individual ones. I rather do that. With Suba's idea of pushing it up, we wouldn't have won that interclass competition. Oh yes, and people cheering us on. Honestly, the little pieces of wood really looks like cookies. Gah. Makes me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l27/jules-baby/cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Si Wei, you wanna scream right, can don't scream directly into my ears or not? Sakit tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going for recess, we found Agnes feeling a bit down. Hope that she'll feel better. A girl like her deserve a smiley face. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an update on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Malacca trip.&lt;br /&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;br /&gt;05. Find out the date for the opening day of Eragon.&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Online everyday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; (It's kinda hopeless for me to write that.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House (Sharlene gonna lend me! Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy more storybooks/novels.&lt;br /&gt;17. Read the book that Anis bought yesterday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9 &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Designing Sharlene's Halloween Party invitation card. (in case there's any more)&lt;br /&gt;29. Read Anu's Priestess of the White (idc how you spell it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's still no freedom as we have a frigging gotong-royong tomorrow. Make sure all form 3s bring their kain buruk. Ish. Still can't stop wondering about the effect of not getting 5As and above. &gt;_&lt; &lt;strong&gt;I. will. stop thinking. about. &lt;em&gt;this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g309/beautiful-disasterxox/High%20School%20Musical/1b25c0f3.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/field.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To fans of arts, you guys should go to this particular site. Click &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116039231651286164?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116039231651286164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116039231651286164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116039231651286164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116039231651286164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/free.html' title='FREE?'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g309/beautiful-disasterxox/High%20School%20Musical/th_1b25c0f3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-116023687739119686</id><published>2006-10-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/Fallenangel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty, ain't it ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is off-hiatus! Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? PMR is over too! We had loads of enjoyment and fun yesterday after exam. The school was packed with shouts of joy and freedom! I heard someone shouted "Merdeka" as well. Lol. Anyways, 31 of us (yes, THIRTY ONE.) when to CS. The rest did go as well. And CS was not that packed. But Vivo was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; packed. Because 31 plus around 10 other students was there. Anyways, I posted about the outing last night and so you can read the blog post &lt;a href="http://themistofdarkness.blogspot.com/2006/10/freedom.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR just ended, which means freedom for the rest of the year! Well, until the results come out that is. If I get grounded, or etc.etc.? It'll probably be stuck in my room for the rest of the year. Gah. I can see that coming. So with all the plans coming out, I should write a list for the boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do for THE boring days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;01. Do passport for Singapore trip.&lt;br /&gt;02. Find out the date for Anis' Singapore's trip.&lt;br /&gt;03. Find out details &amp; dates for the Malacca trip.&lt;br /&gt;04. Search for Halloween designs.&lt;br /&gt;05. Find out the date for the opening day of Eragon.&lt;br /&gt;06. Find out whether there's Family Day for this year.&lt;br /&gt;07. Buy more (+ read) magazines.&lt;br /&gt;08. Tutor my nephew for $5 a week.&lt;br /&gt;09. Online everyday.&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch the whole episode of House (Sharlene gonna lend me! Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Watch Ghost Whisperer every friday.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sleep in between classes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Baskin Robbins treat by kor.&lt;br /&gt;14. Asking mum and dad's permission on going to the Planet Shakers conference.&lt;br /&gt;15. Badminton, swimming and volleyball classes with kor. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;16. Buy more storybooks/novels.&lt;br /&gt;17. Read the book that Anis bought yesterday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;18. Passing back Fruits Basket 17 &amp;amp; 18 and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 7, 8, 9, &amp;amp; 10 to Anis.&lt;br /&gt;19. Use the Pizza Hut voucher. (Expire on the 31st of Oct this year).&lt;br /&gt;20. CL camp.&lt;br /&gt;21. KL.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hong Kong. Hm... Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;23. Drawing stuffs at home.&lt;br /&gt;24. Tutoring my cousins...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;25. Outing with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;26. Colour Anis' drawing. =P&lt;br /&gt;27. Clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. Some may be weird. For example, 3. Malacca to Malaysian and tourists, are known as the historical state of Malaysia. Some of my friend, rather go to Genting Highlands or KL than going to Malacca. Well, Genting is a fun place to be in, filled with roller coasters (which are my FAVES) but I think Malacca is much better. They have nice food, nice museum, nice hotel (but I think that the school will ask for cheap and non air-con hotel if we go) and nice people. Me have Portuguese blood in my vein k... Like Sarah said, "You are &lt;strong&gt;PORTUGUESE&lt;/strong&gt;." But dear, I am&lt;strong&gt; MALAYSIAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehee. My ancestors are Potuguese though, go ask them. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. I will be waiting for Anu since she's gonna "light tap" me. I will "back stab" her back. Literally. She'll be going to India 2 weeks from now. Beware Anu. *evil laugh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-116023687739119686?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/116023687739119686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=116023687739119686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116023687739119686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/116023687739119686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/10/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115859352612194593</id><published>2006-09-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog update.</title><content type='html'>Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you readers, friends, guys, family didn't know, I moved over to &lt;a href="http://www.themistofdarkness.blogspot.com"&gt;www.themistofdarkness.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; in the meantime. I find my leavemealoneordie blog quite complicated from my point of view. But I'll make sure that I'll update it once PMR is over. Layout, blog, links, wishlist, plans after PMR, wahlah! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you visit that blog in the meantime. The blog link will be posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Si Wei... I TELAH UPDATE BLOG INI TAU, YOU JGN BISING2. Lol. Just joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115859352612194593?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115859352612194593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115859352612194593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115859352612194593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115859352612194593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-update.html' title='blog update.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115649533717638879</id><published>2006-08-25T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national sday</title><content type='html'>National Day is around the corner. &lt;s&gt;And so is Trials&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="257" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/merdeka_1957_tunku_abdul_rahman.jpg" width="349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only time we could appreciate Malaysia, our home. We could sing the national anthem but somehow, we're too lazy to do so, because:&lt;br /&gt;a- We are too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;b- Laziness is planted inside our Malaysian root.&lt;br /&gt;c- We are to lazy to stand up (we need to stand up to sing the Negaraku. Yes. Because of respect.)&lt;br /&gt;d- And so, we can't sing the anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see, our Malaysian root has been planted inside us since we're in our momma's womb. We should be grateful that we're in Malaysia because we have no war like the one happening in Middle East (well, except for political war right now), and we have no hurricane, typhoons, or willy-willy or any other disaster such as earthquakes and we have no mountain that spits magma. Also, our country is a multi-racial country, that's why the government encourage racial integration so that we can work together as a nation but of different races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. That just reminded me of The Star's Campaign 4 Reward contest. Ah, but never mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, speaking of Malaysian roots. You should see the way we communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy #1: Oi. kau. Stand up and nyanyi lagu Negaraku lah&lt;br /&gt;Boy #2: EH. Nanti lah, I letih lah. Membebel saja.&lt;br /&gt;Boy #3: Just stand up lah. Later itu tea-&lt;em&gt;CHAR&lt;/em&gt; datang then pukul pukul kita kan tau.&lt;br /&gt;Boy #2: Peh. Sia kau ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy #1: Oi.You. Stand up and singing Negaraku &lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy #2: EH. Wait &lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt;, I tired &lt;strong&gt;leh&lt;/strong&gt;. Nag nag nag only.&lt;br /&gt;Boy #3: Just stand up &lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt;. Later the teacher come and beat us up then you know.&lt;br /&gt;Boy #2: Peh. Ass &lt;strong&gt;lah&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are severals of "lah" or "leh" inside the conversation eventhough those three boys are speaking English. Well... That's how we speak. I myself too speak in that way. Nobody in Malaysia speaks without a "lah" or "leh", unless you're a tourist from Bangladesh or England. I doubt that tourist will understand us. But some of them are quite interested in this lah leh thing. For example, my two cousin from Australia, Joshua and Jeremy. They speak fluent English and they do not speak any Chinese dialect. Let's see the way they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Just came back from Danga Bay.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I want a Coke.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda (cousin from JB): In the fridge lah.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Could you take two for us, Ah Mei (he calls her Ah Mei)?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: I malas lah. Go geddit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Malas?&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan (Amanda's brother): Lazy lah. Like that also dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Woi. They're from Australia. Of course they dunno lah. Apalah lah.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yeah! Apa... lah... What's lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later. Setting: Family Day in an unknown resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Mei, where's the fridge?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Go find yourself lah.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: If you don't tell me....lah...*pause* then how I know...lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how interested they are? Well, you should see they way we reply them. That's why Malaysia is the third rudest city in the world. And that's why we should improve our manners. Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored just now, and decided to go to &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. And so, I stumbled across a quiz by Star Online. Click &lt;a href="http://www.allmalaysia.info/merdeka49/score.asp/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to take the quiz. Guess what I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="127" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/malaysia.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So un-semangated. *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I played another quiz made by Kenny himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations tracy teng phik chui, you are 40% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="" src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-3.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Michelle Yeoh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dato' Michelle Yeoh. The 1980-s Miss World who then eventually becomes an actress. And always visits Malaysia, her hometown. OUR hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... At least I'm not Michael Jackson or Pak Lah. Or that Australian fella Guy Sebastian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate Malaysia, eventhouugh you're not born in Malaysia. Be thankful that you are here. Saya anak Malaysia. Kita anak Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d128/alfa_highway/image003.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115649533717638879?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115649533717638879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115649533717638879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115649533717638879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115649533717638879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-sday.html' title='national sday'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115614917757909748</id><published>2006-08-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ehehf</title><content type='html'>I have the feeling this blog is on&lt;strong&gt; hiatus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; on hiatus. Oh yes. Due to the lack of messages on my tagboard (isn't that sad?) and my studies. Need full concentration for my Trials Part II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I just updated my other blog. Click &lt;a href="http://www.themistofdarkness.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to my other blog which I just updated. So what did I do yesterday? I had dinner in Jusco where I had Si Wei asking me to get up to the 2nd floor. Bah. I'm eating. Enjoying my steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to tuition. Nothing special or unique. Just an everyday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="359" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/prymaluket/hiatusamara2.gif" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Happy (belated) birthday to Mel. May you have a very blessed year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e110/Freakazoid13x/happy-birthday-cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115614917757909748?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115614917757909748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115614917757909748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115614917757909748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115614917757909748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/ehehf.html' title='ehehf'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115571912975205515</id><published>2006-08-16T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies?</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys know what's my other blog's url. Gah, I give up. Find out the url yourself. I had Sarah, Sharlene and Si Wei going CS with me on this Saturday (refer to &lt;a href="http://themistofdarkness.blogspot.com/2006/08/trials-postponed.html/"&gt;this blog post.&lt;/a&gt;) Instead of studying for today (oh yes. today. bloody exams.), I went online yesterday to check out some movies that are showing in Cathay Cineplex, situated at the top floor in CS. So, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some movies that I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g102/ashsmash90/todd_288490_15B4518195D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sypnosis: After a run-in with the law, Haley Graham is forced to return to the world from which she fled some years ago. Enrolled in an elite gymnastics program run by the legendary Burt Vickerman, Haley's rebellious attitude gives way to something that just might be called team spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah said Stick It is good. Based on the sypnosis, I find that the movie resembles Bring It On, only in the point of view of Missy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n199/Noesje81/click.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sypnosis: "Click" focuses on a workaholic architect who finds a universal remote that allows him to fast-forward and rewind to different parts of his life. Complications arise when the remote starts to overrule his choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad because somebody's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c260/song_sevenup/ladyinthewater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sypnosis: Apartment building superintendent Cleveland Heep rescues what he thinks is a young woman from the pool he maintains. When he discovers that she is actually a character from a bedtime story who is trying to make the journey back to her home, he works with his tenants to protect his new friend from the creatures that are determined to keep her in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Wei, it's a horror/thriller movie. You might scream in my face. But anyways, let's watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or option b; we have to watch either one of this because, no more Lake House. An American Haunting isn't out in the cinema. I don't know what happened to Just My Luck. But it's gone. My Super Ex-Girlfriend is not out until September. Geez. This is troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time sms-ing 3 person at the same time last night. In conclusion to this, my finger is breaking. Period. And lastly, a belated good luck to everyone for the Trials, or any exams you're taking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/narnia_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If the Witch understood the true meaning of sacrifice, she would have interpreted the deep magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no wrong, offers himself in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and death itself will go backwards."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aslan, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115571912975205515?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115571912975205515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115571912975205515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115571912975205515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115571912975205515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/movies.html' title='movies?'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115539837977426769</id><published>2006-08-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeng jeng...</title><content type='html'>I became the Warden today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, my first time too. I was too nervous until I have the feeling that I annoyed Deborah too much. Even Nigel. And Amanda. Or most probably everyone who have the misfortune to become the warden like me. Yes. How misfortune it is. Usually on every Children's Liturgy, I'll be one of the readers, picked by sister. When I am not one, I wish to be one because I'm quite used to being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a warden. Being a warden is good. You can pretend yourself as a Miss Universe with the white thing over you. (Sorry larh. I don't know what is it called. T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g40/delamatta/zuleyka-crown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white thing over the reigning Miss Universe. SEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried it out and act crazy. Got bored a few minutes later and started to grumble. Thousands of questions filled my mind. A short cut from my mind: &lt;strong&gt;I DIE LARH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHAT THE HELL LARH... AHHHHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; It's only for a short period. Things got better when I finished collected my money without banging into someone's face, unlike what my mum has predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, me and Angeline went to tuition. Miss Lim started to mumble about the Danga Bay concert destroying everyone. Oh yes. She said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now everyone's watching it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k154/fertilegod/Kittendrunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kitties. They got influence by the power of the evil televisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know, I have another blog. Find it yourself. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because you saw me when I was invisible."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Moscovitz &amp;amp; Mia Thermopolis, The Princess Diaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115539837977426769?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115539837977426769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115539837977426769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115539837977426769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115539837977426769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/jeng-jeng.html' title='jeng jeng...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115504253141454753</id><published>2006-08-09T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala land.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sorry, but I don't give a damn anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I give a damn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(was saved yesterday but didn't manage to post it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fine day. I woke up as usual, but only wearing PJ shirt because of the motivation program by Puan Norelawati. Oh yes, the second motivation program after I been to the first one when I was in Primary 6. Met my old schoolmates there, and different people from different school, so we became friends. Played the dancing game, marching and group discussion, and a speech by one of the coolest teacher &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt;. That's how I got my inspiration. He is the one who made me do my homeworks, well not literally. But with the speech that rang through my mind, he turned me into an okay person instead of a &lt;u&gt;daddy's girl/spoilt child&lt;/u&gt; like how I used to be last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked us to wrote all our negative points in one piece of paper, and tear it all apart and throw it into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that since- but with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative points I have. I tried to hide it all away behind the painful smile I always- well, not always- bear on my face when I see someone I know, but I couldn't. Like last year, I ended up crying with Mel and Hui Yin by my side comforting me. I tried a few weeks after that happened. It helps. So, try the technique (if you want, it depends). You can grow into more of an &lt;em&gt;optimistic&lt;/em&gt; person instead of the &lt;em&gt;pessimistic&lt;/em&gt; one in you. Throw that feeling away in the bin and show that smile you always hide behind those lips to everyone. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, and enjoy life before your life ends. Time flies. Before you know it, you'll be in a rocking chair with all your grandchildren sitting around you, waiting for you to tell the story on how you met your husband. Sometimes kids love fairytales with happy ending. Like Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid life isn't like that. Once love fails you, you might never get up again, and leaving the darkness crawl and embrace you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you stand up and get overr it, forgetting love. Love is important, you might never know what it is, but its a special bond in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell am I talking about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. &lt;u&gt;Motivation program.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest motivation program ever. Just for a period. And whatsmore, they used the&lt;strong&gt; FREE&lt;/strong&gt; period. A talking period wasted. Saddening. We used our time, dividing ourself into groups. Guess what I am? A &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;dog&lt;/u&gt;. I feel so low class. Serah was in the &lt;u&gt;frog&lt;/u&gt; group. Si Wei and the mountain &lt;u&gt;lion&lt;/u&gt;s. Gah! &lt;strong&gt;SHE TOOK MY &lt;em&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/em&gt; ANIMAL. SHALL TERMINATE HER&lt;/strong&gt;. Sharlene got the &lt;u&gt;tiger&lt;/u&gt;, while Sarah got the &lt;u&gt;monkey&lt;/u&gt;. We had ourself making our group's sound, whereby my group had to make the sound of a dog. Embrassing, really. Everyone was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that commotion, we massaged our group buddies- as what had been told by us to do. Also, we were to take the towel we are supposed to bring and put it around our neck and lie down on the floor. Puan Norelawati asked us to imagine the place where we want to be and relax. Apparently, the place I imagine is not relaxing at all. It's hyperactive, where I run all over to line up for a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rollercoaster ride. How relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had nothing but classes. So decided to study in the bus where I study my F2 Science. All the weird enzyme gives me headache. Ish. And now, today. Today was okay, where we played with the invisible pen. We wrote it everywhere- apparently, you can't see what we wrote until you flash it with the light. And so, we shine the light on our RM1 where you see little bits of wire around it. Even on the Sultan's face. We even shine it on our identity card (known as kad pengenalan in Malaysia), where there's something on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had our instruction on taking the trials exam in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of things to bring/buy/do for trials and PMR:&lt;br /&gt;a. transparent pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;b. IC&lt;br /&gt;c. 2B pencil- the woody one.&lt;br /&gt;d. my row had to get out of the hall through door 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of getting out of the hall, we had to take walking lessons, sitting lessons, lessons all over. The timing must be same. It was the weirdest instruction ever. We had Kai Ping to be the commander. The way we walked out of the class looks exactly like the Miss Universe pageant. Oh the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's my time to go offline. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;: I bought a sushi and 4 small little chocolates for mum (her birthday tomorrow). Altogether cost RM13.20. I even gave up the High School Musical soundtrack just for it. Oh yes, happy birthday to you, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/thjioo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of something new ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/thtroygabriella.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriella &amp;amp; Troy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/thhighschoolmusicalpic.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Win together, lose together. Teammates."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Troy Bolton, High School Musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115504253141454753?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115504253141454753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115504253141454753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115504253141454753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115504253141454753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/lala-land.html' title='lala land.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115468584399622664</id><published>2006-08-04T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maple and ro.</title><content type='html'>You know what? Next time, I wouldn't wanna open many windows. Or you'll have to restart your computer where your unsaved blog post remains. And that's what happened. Ish. So, I was just talking about how good is &lt;strong&gt;Christiano Ronaldo of the future&lt;/strong&gt;- I mean, er, Nisreen's Malay essay are. And all her essays are in details. Very detail and creative. Honestly, I don't think I can do an essay like her. She's superb in Malay without any tuition at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, me, Anis and Sarah talked about &lt;u&gt;Maple Story&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/u&gt; and they are gonna guide me. Anis' guiding me from where I am now, as a swordsman. But a brief explaining for those who don't know what is Ragnarok. Seriously, many people don't know what is RO. Even my some of my saddening cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we have the Novice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/novice-ro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they are cute- if you say so. And you will go to a certain place to do sometime for someone and then you will get the priviledge to become one of the six first level jobs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/firstjobclass-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I, if you ask? I am the oh-so-almighty-&lt;strong&gt; swordman&lt;/strong&gt;. Swordman is not that almighty, but I find it nice when I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. This is the picture of a swordman. But not the game type one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/swordsman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you increase your job level until Lv.40, I think, you will move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sound like I'm going to die after being a swordman. Lol. After moving on, you will pick something you want to be, following your job that you're having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, for me, as a swordman, I will either choose to become a knight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/knight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, being a knight sounds like Alanna, so nice. But too bad don't have page and squire- oh wait, why am I talking about Alanna? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geez.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a crusader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/crusader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop until here cause I have no idea what is up after Crusader. Placenta or something. Oh yeah. Paladdin. I remembered the Aladdin at the back. *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;And after Knight would be a Lord Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that would be Maple Story. Sarah only gave me short one. Setting: Maple Island. I'll have four jobs to pick: bowman, mage, thief, and a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding what to become though. Very hard decision. But I'm only going to start playing it after PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our little talk of RO and MS, we had recess and Science. Today's Science wasn't bad. What's bad is that we finished a long chapter in two days and I still don't understand anything except the hydroelectric station and the formulas for counting stuff. Saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, my Geography is getting weaker and weaker. Need. STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;: I found this picture somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/journey2life/nacreous-clouds-s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in Antartica. Isn't the cloud (yes, the weird things floating above are the clouds) beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115468584399622664?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115468584399622664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115468584399622664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115468584399622664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115468584399622664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/maple-and-ro.html' title='maple and ro.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115450982848812938</id><published>2006-08-02T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kekeke.</title><content type='html'>Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gerak Gempur, we the PMR students dread the PMR trials. It's harder than the actual PMR. Makes me wonder. What's the point of having trials when it's harder than PMR. Ministry of education have lack of common sense. Maybe they want to make it harder because erm...I have no idea. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observe the surrounding, and nobody started studying yet. Or maybe they study at home but we just doesn't know it? Orrr...we are to lazy. All hail the laziness. One of the 7 Dreadful Sins. Yeah, may we burn in hell or die in our bed. Either one is good already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing around Friendster, I stumbled across an article, posted by a junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And receive the shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually need to pay to go to the Convent Rendah toilet, and free during recess. I don't know how long is it already, cause I'm always outdated. You need to PAY. I rather go to the petrol kiosk like the smart little kiddies who can actually hold their bladder or go to the toilet during recess instead of paying a 10 cent coin to the person in charge of collecting the money. Like my mum say, "Don't waste money ahhh! Later you got no money then die arrr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. Yeah, that's what she always say. I salute her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kor is moving away! NOOO! What if he won't buy me any meal? What if I got no transport for tuition/school? What if he don't bring me to the movies anymore!? NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll stop mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that 3 out of the 7 puppies staying in Si Wei's neighbour's house had passed away. One died of sickness, another died because of an accident, and another got bitten. Why is life unfair for them? And so, the remainder is sent to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115450982848812938?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115450982848812938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115450982848812938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115450982848812938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115450982848812938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/08/kekeke.html' title='kekeke.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115427880386559948</id><published>2006-07-31T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalalalal.</title><content type='html'>I had tuition just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four damn hours of long tuition. Mum say I have to take another tuition. Thank goodness she didn't ask me to quit Miss Lim. Always like her teaching of History and Geography. She always tells stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am now having stomachache. Like the one I have last year during exam time. And Rachel took the hot water put it on my head. And I was vomiting. Hope it wouldn't be that way tonight, or I can't go tuition cause Ms.Lim's going to teach Stars and Galaxies tomorrow. It used to be my favourite subject- I think. It's not in our Standard 4 syllabus last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomachacheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playing RO again refreshes my mind. It turns out someone send me loads and loads of equipment and weapons (well, not loads of weapon, but only one, called Dragon Slayer. So, either way...). I enjoy playing Ragnarok Online again. Hehee. And my Lv 18 job as a&lt;strong&gt; Swordsman&lt;/strong&gt; is all active again. Kekeke. Since my brother didn't play my character like he say he would- and instead focusing on his own little &lt;strong&gt;Rogue&lt;/strong&gt; (The 2-2 Level Job/Level 43- his current level...GAH TO HIM.), who loves to find his victims (or also known as noobs), and kacau them. Oh wait. That's what he do. Even in different accounts where he have different jobs, he will kacau the victims also. Poor noobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me shall go &lt;u&gt;offline&lt;/u&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last question: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you have a dog, and you been wanting a puppy very much, would you adopt the puppy and leave your jealous dog alone or don't adopt it OR adopt it and treat both of them equally?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115427880386559948?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115427880386559948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115427880386559948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115427880386559948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115427880386559948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lalalalalalalal.html' title='lalalalalalalal.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115415090297196621</id><published>2006-07-29T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dddddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Trust me, we'll make it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been er, around 3-4 days since I blog. Bleh. I had no time to blog due to homeworks and tuitions. Not to mention, studying when I was &lt;u&gt;forced&lt;/u&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days was okay. Nothing happen recently. So, whatever it is; I'll just crap here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon and Israel are still fighting. Why wouldn't they make peace? Like both of their representative for Miss Universe 2006, they are best of friends. What's up with that? I don't even know how does the war starts in the first place. Geez. A little spark between the two countries and things could turn out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had to change my braces. And it moves where those teeth of mine filled in the gap where the dentist pluck it out last time. Those that did &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; move in, the dentist tried &lt;strong&gt;pushing it&lt;/strong&gt; to the gap. Wait till I bite his hand. &lt;em&gt;Bloody person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Extremely sorry to Wilson and Nadine. Due to the &lt;s&gt;laziness&lt;/s&gt; tuition I got, I'm sorry I can't watch Lake House with both of you. Back to reality now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115415090297196621?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115415090297196621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115415090297196621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115415090297196621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115415090297196621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/dddddddd.html' title='dddddddd'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115390163663413454</id><published>2006-07-26T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:25.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asses.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Paul and his gang of bus drivers are the most irresponsible fellas I had ever seen. Besides than little kids anyway. But them? They're the worse. First of all, I was pissed with something in school, I was pissed in 2627. And then, the stupid bus-changing thing. I changed to 1870, that Malay bus driver ask me to sit 9776, then uncle Paul ask me to sit 1870, then the Malay bus driver ask me sit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk back and forth, &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; over&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gang damn blur and unplanned. I'll probably get angry to death because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never sit their bus again- after this year I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115390163663413454?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115390163663413454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115390163663413454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115390163663413454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115390163663413454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/asses.html' title='asses.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115382936727662162</id><published>2006-07-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Seriously&lt;/strong&gt;, kids these days are so &lt;u&gt;irresponsible&lt;/u&gt;. Actually, they are suppose to be irresponsible cause kids are like that. Three of my little nephews and nieces broke my nice, expensive, &lt;em&gt;LUCKY &lt;/em&gt;racquet! And I refuse to use my brother's racquet because &lt;u&gt;I don't find them&lt;strong&gt; lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I don't know why. Shish. Those brats are the worst nephews/nieces I've ever had. Even Joyce, my little niece is better than them. She's so quiet that you think she's not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wait&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is only a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Oh what the heck? Who cares? For me, they're the worst of the worst. Once you met them, you will regret. Yes. You will. Don't deny it. Furthermore, I told them to use my colour pencil to colour those Pokemon characters from my old Pokemon colouring book.&lt;em&gt; Weird&lt;/em&gt;, but I used to like &lt;u&gt;Pokemon &lt;/u&gt;as a child. Instead, they broke my colour pencil when I need it for my Seni boucher. I'll probably tear them apart the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,when I was in the bus just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being asked all sorts of questions by the rendah Convent girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jie, why you sit this bus&lt;em&gt; everytime&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jie, you know uncle's phone number?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jie, you etc.etc.?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jie, what etc.etc.?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jie, where etc.etc.?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just remind me of my past. I used to ask these insane question. My mum and aunts would always dread those questions when I open my mouth to ask something.&lt;u&gt; I was the curious kid back then&lt;/u&gt;. But most quiet in school, cause I was a &lt;strong&gt;shy &lt;/strong&gt;girl. I refuse to open my mouth to ask anything. The only time I asked was during 5.45pm- when we're going back. &lt;u&gt;"Oi. &lt;em&gt;Awak&lt;/em&gt;, bus bila datang? Lambat lah. Lama nak tunggu.&lt;strong&gt; EH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I was one&lt;em&gt; impatient&lt;/em&gt; kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rendah girls sat 2627 today because 9766 somehow got spoil. Poor uncle from 2627 had to fetch from Convent, to EC- and he got a call from Uncle Paul telling him to go back to Convent to fetch more student. Uncle went in SETA and then back to Convent again. Then, to SIGS- and to SSI and SAB. Poor bus. LOL. So, that's when the rendah girls started asking all sort of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I found out that there's two month of Hungry Ghost Festival this year. Read Star Newspaper (July 25), and you'll find out why. There's a story about Ona, the Indonesian maid who have the gift to see dead people. She just reminded me of Haley Joel Osment, who portrays the little kid who, well can &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see dead people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I gtg. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you catch me when I fall?"&lt;br /&gt;"HEAVY LARH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115382936727662162?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115382936727662162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115382936727662162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115382936727662162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115382936727662162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lalala.html' title='lalala...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115349660485139895</id><published>2006-07-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craziness.</title><content type='html'>We had dancing yesterday, taught by Form 5 seniors. I end up having muscle contraction in my thighs. And bruises on my knee. Well unfortunately, I'm accident prone. Well, who cares? I could die earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we had um, oral just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science which almost made me asleep. Thank goodness Pn. Nor Azimah's looking at me with her eagle eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Physics is so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115349660485139895?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115349660485139895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115349660485139895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115349660485139895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115349660485139895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/craziness.html' title='craziness.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115329992466864625</id><published>2006-07-19T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blish......!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry about the emo-ing last night, Wei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has occur to me that BI week is this week. And today is included. GAH. After we had our everyday normal assembly in the hall, we took our bag to the class. When I (cause Sarah and Anisa stayed back for something) went into the class, Mercy came and tell me to go&lt;strong&gt; up&lt;/strong&gt; to the library. My legs had used up its energy to walk up to the class and now I have to walk back to the stairs and make another journey up to the library. BLEH. Me and Sarah had a&lt;em&gt; little prayer section&lt;/em&gt;, and went up bringing my heavy bag along. &lt;u&gt;My energy... T_T&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the 3c humans start off playing against 3d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Grandma&lt;/s&gt; Sarah - Player 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The tutor&lt;/s&gt; Anis - Player 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Idiot&lt;/s&gt; Me - Player 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played against Alyaa, 3d's player 3, also my adopted daughter. It was tight from the beginning. Then it just goes off freely. I won her. Both my family, grandma Sarah and the tutor won. Next, 3a. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS THE WORST GAME EVER. CAUSE PEH YEE IS TOO GOOD FOR ME.&lt;/strong&gt; Game 2 was the tightest. The score was me-&lt;em&gt;150&lt;/em&gt;, PY-&lt;em&gt;148&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MARKS AWAY WEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn scary. But all 3c players won. Muahahaha. 3f is next. And won against them. Competition was quite tight. We went to recess after that, and we heard that player 1 from 3e can trash people really badly. And Anis was quite calm. Serah annouce the 8 people who can go into the next round, the last round. All 3c-ers were included. *grins* And there I am, playing aganist Peh Yee again. She won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like each class has each own winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Congrats to them.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go back to class for extra class, I found out that &lt;strong&gt;MY MULTI PURPOSE BOOK IS MISSING&lt;/strong&gt;! I WANT IT &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO THE HELL TOOK IT!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it back to me before I set you ablaze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115329992466864625?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115329992466864625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115329992466864625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115329992466864625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115329992466864625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/blish.html' title='blish......!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115320929013172668</id><published>2006-07-18T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO DURIAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next time. I'll try to eat at least &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;durian. Well, until after PMR that is. Cause Puan Emilda said that durian gives you heat. &lt;strong&gt;NO DURIAN&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered yesterday. I took a bite out of Sarah's homemade durian class, and I feel like spitting it out. In the end, I &lt;u&gt;swallow&lt;/u&gt; it. Sarah called me um, oh wait. I forgot what she called me. But something about "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;durian so nice! Don't how to eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" etc.etc.etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My taste buds are &lt;em&gt;deceiving&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;me.&lt;/u&gt; T_T &lt;strong&gt;They hate durians&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last time I ate durian was around um, few years back. @_@!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even my cousins called me a&lt;strong&gt; banana&lt;/strong&gt; cause I refuse to eat durian that time. She end up being sick. I salute the durians sometimes. Cause they shut my cousin up. *grins* So I called her a &lt;strong&gt;wood&lt;/strong&gt;, cause she can't move. At all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just now, we had this um, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;dignostic test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- um, not like what I mention in my last blog post, the "dignosis" test. LOL. We had Maths. It was easy. Paper two is HARD. The paper ask us to explain on how do you do your working and stuff. And in word. I can't think so we just simply write it down. Science paper one DAMN easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: Haiwan yang manakah mempunyai kaki berdua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[translation: Which animals has two legs?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A. a picture of a fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B. a picture of a toad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C. a picture of a chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (its obvious that this is the answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D. a picture of some animal but I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivee was &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt; when she's reading the question. And PAPER 2. Some in Malay, some in English. Most in Malay. There's one question that ask us to write down and explain the &lt;em&gt;process of fertilization&lt;/em&gt;. I have no idea how to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Oi, Vivee. Sperms swim right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivee: Er...yalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: I don't know how to write!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivee: Aiyo. Write larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: How to write? "Sperma berenang-renang ar?" Hit you wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And out of the sudden, she started laughing, Sarah also laughed. Then we started to laugh. Damn funny. There's another one where Sarah checked my answer. It was the eyeball that was long, but I wrote retina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah: Eh. You write wrongly larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Oh, I did? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah: Not retina larh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Then eyeball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah: Yeah. Vivee! What's eyeball in malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivee: Err...biji mata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a test, and we &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have time to talk. lol. Nicest so-called exam ever. We had no idea on some question, so I decided to write the explanation, using jakun-ted language. Then Vivee and Sarah &lt;em&gt;copied &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;mine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think the teacher cares larh, we talk and teacher doesn't even said anything. &lt;u&gt;I salute them wei&lt;/u&gt;. The only teacher who asked us to look at the front and don't talk was Puan Yeoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, we're going to have a interclass singing competition. Every &lt;s&gt;human&lt;/s&gt; person in our class must enter. Ish. Please choose Johor Seiring larh. Pleaseeee! Oh wait. Su Hui don't know about my blog. I'll ask- um. never mind. Don't need to ask. And there's extra class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T_T. Saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115320929013172668?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115320929013172668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115320929013172668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115320929013172668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115320929013172668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-durian.html' title='NO DURIAN.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115306146456912935</id><published>2006-07-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a family outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I will never, ever, never, ever do my homework at the last minute again. Never!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a so-called family outing just now. Well, not &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;a family outing. Only one outsider. Me, the daughter of &lt;u&gt;Serah&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Si Wei&lt;/u&gt;, went out with those two people I mentioned, &lt;u&gt;Arif,&lt;/u&gt; and my little sister, &lt;u&gt;Brian[na].&lt;/u&gt; Um, never mind. And of course, I did mention an outsider, whose name is &lt;u&gt;Marcus&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the start of my day. My day starts with church. Yeah.&lt;strong&gt; Church&lt;/strong&gt;. I was forced to wake up; but actually I woke up myself- and then, I have to wake my kor up. Thank goodness he's a light sleeper, or I wouldn't be in church just now. Next, tuition. We did plenty of &lt;em&gt;History&lt;/em&gt;. And my head was just going to burst when teacher said that it was time to do&lt;em&gt; Maths&lt;/em&gt;. And thanks to&lt;strong&gt; Hui Kee&lt;/strong&gt; for sending me RM3 of her credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we reach till the mid-noon, where I rush into Tebrau and bumped into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? PotC damn nice wei! I don't quite agree with the um, &lt;u&gt;Elizabeth/Jack kiss&lt;/u&gt;. Can't stand. But what's unexpected is... GAH. Not telling you. Si Wei and Serah was &lt;em&gt;twitching&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; trembling&lt;/strong&gt; when they were watching the movie. How disgusting is Davy Jones, how disgusting is his heart, how scary is the cannibal guy who's all green, how scary is the kreaker or something. The lady beside me is the same case. She was gasping, and her hand was over her mouth. And I have the urge to laugh, but also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not nice to laugh at her like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the cinema, Arif and Marcus left. So, we decided to eat ice-cream. Yum. I asked Brian whether he want any or not. He said no. Then Serah not sure. We ate and they look at us. We look at them, and then they look at the ice-cream decorating process. Their head were on the table. Looking at the woman so adorablely. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Memory Lane next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You want the bear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Errr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yes or no??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: *No reply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: But it matches your outfit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Then I saw&lt;strong&gt; the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; dog&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Want the dog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serah: Dog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;No comment.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Serah and Brian go home. Then, I go home. Bumped into Edmund in Secret Recipe. Wave at him, then went off, run and run and run, then masuk Mummy's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The curry fish head damn nice wei!!! Love it! YUMMM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And good luck in &lt;strong&gt;the dignosis&lt;em&gt; test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115306146456912935?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115306146456912935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115306146456912935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115306146456912935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115306146456912935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/family-outing.html' title='a family outing.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115287737085330225</id><published>2006-07-14T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalelr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the &lt;u&gt;High School Musical&lt;/u&gt; soundtrack! Apparently, I heard from someone that HSM soundtrack is not sold in Malaysia. If that's false, I'm ready to get you (You know who you are). And also, I want the DVD too! If only I have the time to search over Malaysia. THEN I could find the soundtrack. Or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I'll take a plane to Disneyland Florida to search for the cd since HSM is one of the Disney Channel Original Movie, also known as DCOM in short. Or instead of going to Disneyland, Wal-Mart is easier and cheaper. &lt;strong&gt;Why didn't I think of that sooner?&lt;/strong&gt; =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;u&gt;Brian&lt;/u&gt;'s brithday is on this Sunday. An early birthday blessings to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning before recess just now in school, the prefects had a surprise spotcheck on 3C and 3D. And I'm in 3C. And my stuff wasn't confisticated either. Cause I don't bring anything illegal to school. Some of our 3C mateys are pretty lucky, cause they went to the choir camp. And some are not. Denise's Princess Diaries was confisticated and so is Farrah's book. But Anis' book are safe. She was having a panic attack outside when the prefects checked our purse/wallet; well, not really. When she checked my purse, she didn't see the zip there, cause everything was too black for the leather skin in the purse. And as we went inside, we started to thank God for doing &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt;. So out of nowhere, other class started asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM/BI week is next week; the whole week. And Serah picked me. Let me repeat and refer to you again. &lt;u&gt;WHY ME&lt;/u&gt;!? Si Wei and Serah played scissor, paper, rock with each other. Si Wei represent me, Serah and Sarah. I lose. Then they change places. Si Wei - Sarah, me and Serah. Serah played spr with Si Wei, and Serah lost. I'm telling you! &lt;u&gt;I AM A &lt;em&gt;BAD LUCK&lt;/em&gt; CHARM&lt;/u&gt;. I repeat: &lt;strong&gt;Me. Ish. A. Bad. Luck. Charm&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ditto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Also, the interclass bowling competition is tomorrow in Leisure Mall. Sharlene asked me to go in order to support the class. Approximately ends around two. Too bad I am not going. Not because I don't support my class. I have NO transport. Mum and Dad went to China. Kor, without saying, has no intention to fetch me from a place 9-10km from Leisure Mall to you know, Leisure Mall larh. Jeanette also asked Sarah to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sarah... We had a funny talk just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: Eh. I miss-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: OH, HOW MUCH I LURBIEX AND MISSES YOUUU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: Eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Later he'll come with a bicycle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: Eeeee...why so kampung one? He rather sit taxi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: And then he come to Convent. Then you of course sit behind him, and then, he cycle 2 feet... "Um....Sarah?" then you will say, "Yes?" then he will reply, "Eh. Tayar puncit larh!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We started laughing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Orrr... you will be standing here as Juliet, waiting for your dear Romeo to come. "OHHHH! ***** ***** (I shall not tell his name as he need privacy. But Sarah doesn't mind me telling the whole world) Where fore art thou, oh -Sarah's lover-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: What???!?&lt;/em&gt; [laughes]&lt;br /&gt;[This is where I started crapping. lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "As your eyes twinkle like the stars-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: "-In the skyyyyyyy!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "And your lips as red as a fresh and beautiful apple!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: "Your eyes as black as the.....um.....CROWWW!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "And your skin as white as the snow!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[Laugh, laugh, laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bus arrived. In front of me. Hehe. I better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ghost Whisperer&lt;/em&gt; is starting soon.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115287737085330225?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115287737085330225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115287737085330225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115287737085330225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115287737085330225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lalelr.html' title='lalelr.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115271336790684246</id><published>2006-07-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz...</title><content type='html'>I think I am addicted to &lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;. As in, really addicted. Even my layout is from High School Musical. If you noticed the picture up there, you might see that Chad and Ryan is &lt;em&gt;missing&lt;/em&gt;, but see more of Sharpay than everyone else. That's cause the creater of this blog layout adores the character of Sharpay. And I do not know why. &lt;u&gt;So, let's skip this.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that &lt;u&gt;Fann&lt;/u&gt; went to the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;concert. She enjoyed it. Who wouldn't enjoy a concert? If only I can go. Saddening. Passport expired, I have to get back home back 7pm, I can't go out at night with friends. This. Is. &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Saddening&lt;/strong&gt;. What a &lt;u&gt;miserable&lt;/u&gt; life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene bought this pen, and we scribble it all over our hand. I want to get rid of what she wrote on my hand. So, I rub it over and over again. I couldn't see what am I rubbing, so I took the light, and the middle of the word is fading away slightly. I RUB IT HARD. It refuses to go away. This saids it. The pen hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Sharlene is speaking the &lt;u&gt;language of obscenity&lt;/u&gt;. With the funny things she did to her hair in class just now, her hair looks like Paul Twohill from Singapore Idol. So I decided to name her Paul Onehill, after Rahimah's fish. lol. Then she told me she got two hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me and Sarah started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we had the &lt;em&gt;cat&lt;/em&gt; problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hui Yin, Wit Lyn and some of their friends sitting there talking.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracy: Eh, look. Got cat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah: Yalor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[Cat&lt;/u&gt; looks at &lt;em&gt;Sarah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Sarah&lt;/em&gt; looks at the &lt;u&gt;cat.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Cat&lt;/u&gt; walking towards Hui Yin and people.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah (to HY): Oi. Cat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hui Yin turns around. Everyone practically went mad and scream. Wit Lyn jumped onto the bench. Everyone around was screaming. Me and Sarah went up laughing very badly. Hui Yin went up, looking like she had a &lt;u&gt;panic attack.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back home by my bus, we passed by this place, filled with smoke. Well, I can't see them, but I definetely can smell them. What the hell happened to the air? It used to be clean, fresh, and refreshing. Nowadays, we couldn't even breathe. Ish. This is because the trees are cutted down. From what I heard, trees absorb the smell of smoke. Is that true? No idea. But the humans are at fault. Don't process anymore plastic larh!!! Plastics can't reput okay? Those plastics will still be here after 100 trillion years even if you buried it, squashed it, put it in your fridge, etc.etc. Anything you do, it will still be HERE. So recycle larh. The minerals from this very Earth we are standing on is finishing wei. And the bad thing is, you can't burn it. It will release some gas that'll poison you or something. &lt;strong&gt;Then, you'll be &lt;s&gt;crawling, calling for help, screaming, claiming that you see your dog that passed away few years ago&lt;/s&gt; suffocating. THEN, you die&lt;/strong&gt;. I heard from Puan Rosmawati that some river beside CS is one of the dirtiest river in Malaysia. People keep throwing rubbish into the fishes' homes. They don't like it. It smells, and sometimes rubbish rot. &lt;em&gt;But what if fishes come up to our land and throw rubbish into our home?&lt;/em&gt; (We'll probably be surprised cause fishes can't walk) People who love to throw rubbish into the river, you don't like it when people throw your rubbish into your home right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, throw apple in the rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And recycle plastic, tin, bleh, bleh, bleh, and paper.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll never throw something out from the bus again. Poor &lt;em&gt;fishies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes.&lt;strong&gt; Fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're watching a saturday morning cartoon, and within an hour, the cartoon ends. but somehow, it felt like only 15 minutes that passes. Yeah, it's something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked behind, I just realised, the month of January of 2006 is already 6 months ago. The past is gone, the present is here. I hope that I would make sure that I use every &lt;u&gt;minute&lt;/u&gt;, every&lt;strong&gt; second&lt;/strong&gt; of this present time, for the sake of &lt;em&gt;my exams&lt;/em&gt;, and for the sake of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm willing to do anything.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115271336790684246?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115271336790684246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115271336790684246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115271336790684246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115271336790684246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/zzz.html' title='zzz...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115252118923085512</id><published>2006-07-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy-ness dwells in me.</title><content type='html'>Football (known as soccer) fever is over. We'll wait for another four years till the next World Cup. Italy won, and I stayed up all &lt;s&gt;night&lt;/s&gt; morning to watch the damn match. Italy vs France. And I hate it when I always pick a team- and end up where the opposition team wins. Shish. How stupid is this. Maybe I'm &lt;em&gt;cursed&lt;/em&gt;. Argh. I'm rooting for Brazil, but instead, France won. England is the same thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. John's flag day is also over- I think, but I'm not quite sure. Apparently, mum and dad were being chased by St.Johners. Not from Convent though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Auntie! Auntie! Yiao jian cian mah?" &lt;em&gt;[Auntie! Auntie! Can donate money ma!?] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle! Donate lah! Kita punya s'kolah very&lt;strong&gt; miskin&lt;/strong&gt; punya &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;tauuuu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!" &lt;em&gt;[Uncle! Donate lah! Our school very poor one &lt;u&gt;you knowww&lt;/u&gt;!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh lah, auntie! You very cantik leh..." &lt;em&gt;[Can lah, auntie! You look very pretty leh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; works.&lt;br /&gt;James, from my church, arrived late wearing his St.John uniform. Such hard worker. &lt;strong&gt;Salute him wei&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I watched this show called um, &lt;u&gt;The Ghost Whisperer&lt;/u&gt; (starring&lt;strong&gt; Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/strong&gt;). It's not a true story though, but it's &lt;em&gt;damn nice&lt;/em&gt; wei!! I'll rate it 8.5/10. Five for the story, 3.5 for the scary-ness. The first guest star that appear in the first episode is &lt;strong&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/strong&gt;, the guy who appeared in Mariah Carey's video as the guy wearing the phantom mask. Hehehe...He not that bad-looking larh, but he's acting as a 90+ year old soldier (who fought in the Vietnam war) that is already dead, and also a dad. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[spoiler alertttt next!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That episode is quite family-ish. The son couldn't see him because he was a ghost- and doesn't believe that his dad is there in their prescence. And there's one scene where the son, Michael (Getty) found out that Melinda's telling the truth and wants Paul (Miller) the walk him to home; probably because he had never see him before and misses him. Paul's quite proud that his son is matured and pat him on the back. Michael felt something patting on him, and Paul begin to sob. And as a &lt;em&gt;sappy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; woman, Melinda (Hewitt) started crying (then her husband came from behind and saw what happened- he can also see troubled spirits- and hugs her). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the father and the son walked home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- actually he &lt;u&gt;drives&lt;/u&gt; larh, but either way; &lt;em&gt;same thing&lt;/em&gt;. At the end of the show, Michael had a proper funeral for Paul as one of the country's heroes- cause Paul's a Sargeant. After that, Melinda and Paul had a little chat, and claimed that he saw a light, and his wife standing there. He said goodbye and went towards the light, &lt;strong&gt;the pathway to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;heaven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;AIN'T IT &lt;em&gt;NICE&lt;/em&gt;!?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just now (today), Si Wei and Justin drove me into insanity. Well... let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oi. Si Wei, I sit with you ar, later in the bus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SW: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my &lt;em&gt;biggest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;mistake&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol. And in the bus, stopping at EC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW: Hi Justina! (Yes, Justina- not Justiin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Justina?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Look at the teddy bear. Mr.Bean one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW: I WANNA &lt;u&gt;PLAY&lt;/u&gt;! *tries to grab the bear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Don't want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW: I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: No! You play game with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: @_@!? &lt;/strong&gt;(See how lost I am?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Guy or girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW: Girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Wrong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Use your eyes and observe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Guy or girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW: Guy...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Wrong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't speak any longer. &lt;u&gt;Those two drove me into insanity after that&lt;/u&gt;. Si Wei began singing the Barney song, and Justin singing this Chinese song, making hand moves. So, I pleaded to someone, to grab me away from Si Wei. Si Wei even tell me how proud she was to become the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CEO of the Permai Hospital&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Great... And I thought I was happy that she didn't call me &lt;em&gt;darling &lt;/em&gt;anymore. Instead, she calls me &lt;u&gt;daughter&lt;/u&gt;. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Si Wei pakat to watch PotC : The Dead Man's Chest together. I hope she don't squeak suddenly like the time when we watched &lt;u&gt;The Omen&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across this show called Tiara Girls... About- ah... never mind, I found the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiara Girls documents the struggles of several ambitious young women in their journeys to win what they believe to be the most coveted sign of success- a beauty pageant crown. See what really happens behind-the-scenes and what it's really like to prepare for a beauty pageant as we follow them. Most of these young ladies have competed in many, many pageants. Whether they've won or lost, they've got the ambition to keep pushing on. From hiring talent coaches to practicing in their bedrooms late at night, these ladies have got the will, but they've also got some intense competition. Will these young women have what it takes to win their tiaras, or will they leave the stage in tears?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's this particular "argument" going on, where this old man- said, "I don't care about&lt;em&gt; your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;homework&lt;/u&gt;!" Then the girl replied, "I care about &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;homework&lt;/u&gt;! And&lt;strong&gt; SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You go girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be saving my money to buy the &lt;em&gt;HSM soundtrack&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Roxy flip-flops&lt;/em&gt;. Now I got enough money to buy them, I now think that it's better to save them than to buy those. &lt;u&gt;Feeling woozy today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST WATCH THE GHOST WHISPERER THIS FRIDAY OKAY???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think I got Si Wei's disease. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115252118923085512?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115252118923085512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115252118923085512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115252118923085512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115252118923085512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy-ness-dwells-in-me.html' title='crazy-ness dwells in me.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115225985559577290</id><published>2006-07-07T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAKK!!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;survived&lt;/em&gt; not blogging for around &lt;u&gt;5 days&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tagboard seems dead now. Ish. We had extra classes these past few days. Konsert amal's tomorrow. So is church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Si Wei and Sharlene finished our portfolio for The Star newspaper. And for participating, all we get is just a &lt;u&gt;voucher from Pizza Hut&lt;/u&gt; and a&lt;strong&gt; certificate for participating&lt;/strong&gt;. A few days ago, I went around to Si Wei's house and to Sharlene's mum's shop (Coffee Shop). And we spend around 3 hours to do the poster for the portfolio. And discuss stuff, and find for any information about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Racial Integration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. And damn, it was a very hard work. Harveena wasn't there, and that she said that she was um, 'sick'. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I studied Sejarah Form 2 halfway...Hoping that I can memorize all...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115225985559577290?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115225985559577290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115225985559577290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115225985559577290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115225985559577290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/kakk.html' title='KAKK!!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115182859691124397</id><published>2006-07-02T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story...</title><content type='html'>I stumble across this little story from my cousin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: No...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Do you like me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Not really...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Do you want me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Would you cry if I left?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Hell, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Would you live for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Of cause not...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Would you do anything for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: No...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: What would you choose: your life..or me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I choose my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl runs away with such shock and pain in her heart but the boy runs after her and shouted loudly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reason you &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; cross my mind is because you're &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I don't&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; you is because I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you...&lt;br /&gt;The reason&lt;strong&gt; I don't want you&lt;/strong&gt; is because I &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The reason &lt;u&gt;I wouldn't &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;cry&lt;/u&gt; if you left is because &lt;em&gt;I would rather&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; if you &lt;u&gt;left&lt;/u&gt; me...&lt;br /&gt;The reason I &lt;em&gt;wouldn't live for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; is because would &lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm not willing to do &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; for you is because I would do &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;for you&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The reason &lt;u&gt;I chose my life&lt;/u&gt; is because you &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that romantic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115182859691124397?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115182859691124397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115182859691124397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115182859691124397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115182859691124397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/story.html' title='story...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115182074677158349</id><published>2006-07-02T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lost to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!? NOOO! This is unacceptable!!! And meanwhile, Portugal won when they play against England. It seems like Beckham's heartbroken. Some of the best player, maybe all got either red/yellow cards, or they're hurt, or etc.etc. Bleh. Only the sucky ones are left. Also heard that Beckham's not playing in the coming years. &lt;em&gt;Without Beckham's leadership, they suck man&lt;/em&gt;. They do. And I ain't&lt;u&gt; joking&lt;/u&gt; nether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't swear in my ears...you know who you are. Those word hurts, man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... There's upcoming project to do. I'm so dead; not finishing those works. There's Moral... Protecting the Worker's Right and the Star newspaper folio. &lt;em&gt;I'm assigned to do the writing...&lt;strong&gt;somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Title is Racial Integration. Meaning perpaduan kaum... I think. I have no idea what does that mean. &lt;u&gt;That means...we. are. so. &lt;em&gt;busted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this lyrics- and heard the song from Sarah,  it's quite nice. But it's sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten Thousand Angels Cried - Leann Rimes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stillness&lt;/strong&gt; filled the Heavens, on crucifixion day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some say it&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;rained&lt;/em&gt;, I don't know if&lt;strong&gt; it's true&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can just imagine ten thousand angels &lt;em&gt;cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would &lt;u&gt;seem like &lt;em&gt;rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to me and you.&lt;br /&gt;The angels all stood ready to take Him from the&lt;strong&gt; tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They waited for the &lt;strong&gt;words &lt;/strong&gt;from &lt;u&gt;His voice&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And when he asked the father why has thou&lt;em&gt; forsaken &lt;/em&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;They watched the saviour die of &lt;em&gt;his own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen ten thousand angels cry&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure they did&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;em&gt; they&lt;/em&gt; stood by&lt;br /&gt;And watched the saviour die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; turned his head away&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't &lt;u&gt;bear the sight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have looked like&lt;strong&gt; rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ten thousand angels&lt;em&gt; cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;u&gt;sun &lt;/u&gt;slipped away&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;em&gt; skies&lt;/em&gt; turned to &lt;u&gt;grey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Jesus gave his all&lt;br /&gt;That's when the tears began to fall&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen ten thousand angels cry&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure they did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they stood by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watched the saviour die.&lt;br /&gt;God turned his head away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He couldn't bear the &lt;em&gt;sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have looked like&lt;strong&gt; rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ten thousand angels &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cried&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115182074677158349?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115182074677158349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115182074677158349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115182074677158349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115182074677158349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/lala.html' title='lala.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115176411675078059</id><published>2006-07-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends.</title><content type='html'>My &lt;em&gt;teeth&lt;/em&gt; hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;strong&gt; head&lt;/strong&gt; hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish. All because of my teeth's fault. Actually those braces implanted on my horrible teeth. Curse them! I can't eat my precious food, and all I can eat/drink is &lt;em&gt;porridge&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;porridge&lt;/em&gt; and of course, &lt;s&gt;porridge&lt;/s&gt; water. Bleh. I went to sleep early to get rid of the pain. And that's how I got my &lt;u&gt;7&lt;/u&gt; smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello? You okay?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you asleep?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Tomorrow wear what?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Errr...are you alive? You want me to call you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OI. Tomorrow wear what?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Are you sick?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...........Call me tomorrow. I wanna check whether you are ok or not."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. More than half of the messages is thanks to Will. &lt;u&gt;All the salutes to you&lt;/u&gt;. Lol. And just now, early in the morning, around six, I had to wake up cause I forgot to tell Mummy that I have to go to school for my wood project. And I find myself sleeping after I told her that. Once we're on our way, I woke up to find myself in front of City Square. I just write it in English, but I was talking to her in Chinese just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Er...Mummy, what are we doing in City Square?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Wait. You mean- oh yeah, you going to school right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Yesss...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *started laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once I reach school- and finish spraying my wood, I got my call from Will. &lt;u&gt;All the salutes to you &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. kekeke. Sarah and Si Wei were woo-ing and wail-ing and doing stuffs behind me. &lt;strong&gt;How nice of them =.='''&lt;/strong&gt;. Then Sharlene came, and she started doing our wood project (me, Sarah, Si Wei finished spraying paint on our wood project, so we decided wait for it to dry, so that we can measure the perspek.). Then, Sharlene came out to the biolab and we started talking. Someone *aherms* called her and she put it on loudspeaker. After we heard him speak, we went "AWWW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home, go church and tuition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this story from&lt;em&gt; Hui Kee that this guy killed himself/fell down in CS&lt;/em&gt;. Not outside, but inside. I felt sorry for the guy, but er, I laughed while listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's match is England and Portugal... Wonder who will get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115176411675078059?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115176411675078059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115176411675078059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115176411675078059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115176411675078059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekends.html' title='weekends.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115158914194568709</id><published>2006-06-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buahaha.</title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathilda&lt;/strong&gt; got through! Strangely, she reminds me of Singapore's own&lt;em&gt; Katherine McPhee&lt;/em&gt;, seriously. She stands out from the Top 12 with her &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;em&gt; beautiful&lt;/em&gt; voice. Plus, her style. *keke* So yes. And meanwhile, the pretty boy, Primero Ang got out. &lt;u&gt;Boohoohoo.&lt;/u&gt; And Jay cried; and when he sings after that, he sounds a bit shaky- after all that emotional outbreak, so I decided not to listen to his singing and I found myself here, in front of the oh-so-wonderful computer, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now in school, everyone was around finding for &lt;em&gt;teacher's signature&lt;/em&gt;. So, I find myself walking around finding for people instead of teachers. And also, preparing ourselves (me and Sarah) for our BM oral. We can't speak good BM, but hopefully can get all As &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what else, hmm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nothing much. Bleh. My &lt;a href="http://s81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/imforgotten91/"&gt;photobucket album&lt;/a&gt; are updated. (Disclaimer: my icons all quite &lt;u&gt;buruk&lt;/u&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;sue&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.) ^^ And thanks to&lt;strong&gt; Calista&lt;/strong&gt; for lending me her pics. Heehee. Here's what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/imforgotten91/elegance1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/imforgotten91/bleh-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their eyes! ((= So &lt;u&gt;gorgeous&lt;/u&gt; and&lt;em&gt; sophisticated&lt;/em&gt;; full of &lt;strong&gt;mystery&lt;/strong&gt;. By the way, love the flowers. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115158914194568709?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115158914194568709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115158914194568709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115158914194568709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115158914194568709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/buahaha.html' title='buahaha.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115148718422923659</id><published>2006-06-28T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging...for two/three days. Haha. &lt;em&gt;How sarcastic. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the Tuan Pengarah guy, Tn. Haji Jailani bin Rusni (that is weird but I remembered his name) came to our school. And you know what, we have to wait around two hours for him to arrive. So we sat down and talk. And then he came. &lt;strong&gt;Puan Mary's speech was short and simple&lt;/strong&gt;. While his speech is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long and scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I can't hardly understands it. After that was recess, and the teachers had a meeting with him. We waited Pn.Kamala to come in so that me and Sarah can spray our wood. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOOO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... he just had to talk and talk and talk and talk and it was too late for Science as well, so we go home. See how long he speaks? Scary, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of course, High School Musical rocks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day/yesterday, we had nothing special on, except for that Pameran thing about College and stuffs going on. We went to different tables/college to get their bouchers (is that how you spell it?), and me and Si Wei stop at one table. &lt;u&gt;Arts and designs&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Damn cool&lt;/em&gt;! Si Wei was just admiring how cute is the teddy bear, and she actually wanted to steal the book. Too bad the lady said no. Sharlene came along and said that Si Wei abandoned her etc.etc., and we decided to sign up to get monthly newsletter. I chose &lt;strong&gt;Graphic Design, Photography and Fashion Design&lt;/strong&gt;. Jie also like fashion design as well, saw all her past works- &lt;u&gt;but she prefer to stay and have a family of her own&lt;/u&gt; (and now there's 4 kids &lt;s&gt;bothering&lt;/s&gt; with her. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;boohoohoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, we did nothing. Just school. And those dedication- got no one outside school to send to. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what!? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a new hobby- making icons/disp. pic/avatars!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hehe. And, of course, I am just a beginner. &lt;u&gt;Must teach me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Here's a few of my work. (Yes, a few. I just made five, okay? Took me around 20 minutes to make one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/imforgotten91/bleh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j232/imforgotten91/hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya just LOVE Starbucks? &lt;3 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(find my icons/avatars/disp.pics under the name, imforgotten91 in &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com"&gt;www.photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115148718422923659?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115148718422923659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115148718422923659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115148718422923659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115148718422923659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha_28.html' title='haha'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115131141702614250</id><published>2006-06-26T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LELELE.</title><content type='html'>Stupid bloody person who hacked into my cbox account, and deleted 12/13 of the comment/chatter-chatter people had posted in there. If this happen next time, and once I find out who's that bloody culprit, I am gonna make his life miserable and torturing. &lt;strong&gt;OH YES I WILL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, never make me angry. I rarely gets &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; angry, so... please, do not make me angry. Or, I'll swear like a barbarian. And yesh. You heard it right. When I'm angry, and swear millions of time- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;using the F word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;u&gt;you-whoever-that-deletes-my-messages-from-my-tagboard&lt;/u&gt; does it again, yesh, like I say earlier, will make you feel guilty and make your life miserable so that you'll feel guilty for the rest of your life. And FYI, you might think those messages are not important, but its important to me. &lt;em&gt;They're from &lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;people who reads my blog&lt;/strong&gt;, and also &lt;strong&gt;that someone special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; might post in there&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to one of the emcee for FOA, don't provoke us Convent girls like that; just because you think we dance like shit, and our acting makes you yawn. What if we provoke your school?&lt;strong&gt; How do YOU feel?&lt;/strong&gt; Anyways, if you're reading this, think about it. So anyways, people are now out there to get you, and also, to kill you, to slash you, and to make you regret that you ever said that, on stage. If you're thinking that you seriously think that I'm a bitch, I don't give a damn. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beh to you too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, congrats to the cheering girls who won the &lt;strong&gt;second &lt;/strong&gt;place for the southern area of Cheer 2006, and got into the &lt;em&gt;semi-finals &lt;/em&gt;or it is something else... bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115131141702614250?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115131141702614250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115131141702614250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115131141702614250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115131141702614250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/lelele.html' title='LELELE.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115121736662474126</id><published>2006-06-25T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I changed my layout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, you can scroll it. And, for another good thing; its not squishy and squashy. Cause Sarah said my last layout was too squashy. Yesh. And tuition just now was fine. Did History and Science. And today's a very nice and wonderful day. LOL. Not really larh. It's just that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is premiering tonight in Disney Channel. There's even a conutdown clock at the side. But somehow it's &lt;u&gt;semi-transparent&lt;/u&gt; larh. And now, the countdown clock looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05:04:09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour, minute and second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just type the second (time) in. &lt;strong&gt;Wouldn't wanna bother it moves or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beh. Gotta go&lt;strong&gt; now&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/24112410-115121736662474126?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115121736662474126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115121736662474126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115121736662474126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115121736662474126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/lala.html' title='LALA.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115106448728424942</id><published>2006-06-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foa.</title><content type='html'>I woke up one morning to find out that my dad was still in his territory watching the World Cup. And that morning was 3 days ago. And the day before yesterday. What else happen? Yesh. The door was knocked by somebody approximately around the time I found out that Dad's watching W.Cup. I can't open the door to strangers. &lt;em&gt;But honestly, I'm to blur to care who it is as it was 5am in the morning- and I just woke up&lt;/em&gt;. So I open the door, and it was kor. Standing there looking bewilded... he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor: What you doing here? I thought you were going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You more blur than me okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor: YOU should be SLEEPING around this TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oi. What time is it ar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor: Its- oh. 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Chicken larh you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny. Then, Puan Azmah gave us a lot of homework. Argh. But I finished it! Only left out some, cause I do not know how to do um, about 3 of them. And on Open Day, we got permission from Miss Yap to do practise our sketch for FOA. And bleh. &lt;strong&gt;We kept joking around. And talking&lt;/strong&gt;. We told teacher that we'll stay back until around 5. Then, we volunter to do the backdrop, in front of the hall because the Pengarah something/someone is coming. &lt;u&gt;Around 12, Sarah, Si Wei and I sat Sharlene's car to go out from school to eat lunch&lt;/u&gt;. I never knew mee pok would be that nice with chilli. Nice nice chilli. I bet cili padi would be nicer. Lol. We went back to school just to find out that there's a rehearsal for the dinner night for the um...ish. Don't know larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice &lt;strong&gt;dancers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good &lt;em&gt;singers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Convent ish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Diana finished her song for the dinner night, Sharlene somehow started waving. And then, we started laughing. Actually, she was waving at Vivee and Suba who was down the stage (while we're up there.) Yesh. And meanwhile (while we're laughing), &lt;strong&gt;Sharlene decided to decorate the capital 'I's with dots above it.&lt;/strong&gt; When Sharlene was looking away, we took the '.'s out as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thennn. Today.&lt;br /&gt;The horror began at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;We hide our face as soon as we reached that place... Spastic Hall ar? Yeah. Buy tickets. And out hand was chopped. Er. Righttt...Rehearse and rehearse... We prayed. We did everything we could to calm ourselves down. The toilet were preoccupied by Convent girls. Everything, Convent girls. The bands performing was kinda nice........And what else? &lt;em&gt;And the brother and sister from Desa Cemerlang!!!&lt;/em&gt; They should win! They sang so nice!!! Ish. Or are they just performing? Hm... Never mind. So anyways, we explore around the place. Etc.etc.etc. And I found some of church friend. Not friends. Only one. And my cousin- who is from my church! Same thing right? And more band performed. Then the sketch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's [not] face it larh. Guys &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are WAY lamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt; have more sense of humor than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Grandma Sarah by the way, for her duet with some demanding, psychotic guy for the church concert. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! (though it's over...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115106448728424942?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115106448728424942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115106448728424942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115106448728424942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115106448728424942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/foa.html' title='foa.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115080026791636621</id><published>2006-06-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paris hilton sings??</title><content type='html'>Hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Paris Hilton can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's some heiress. I would have thought that she'd rather go clubbing, or shopping. Something else. Rather than singing. No idea why though. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another actress into the music business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115080026791636621?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115080026791636621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115080026791636621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115080026791636621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115080026791636621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/paris-hilton-sings.html' title='paris hilton sings??'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115079007175106297</id><published>2006-06-20T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open day T_T</title><content type='html'>Er. Right. Today's school was &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;. We did nothing. I did nothing. No, actually. We just talked. And teacher tought us stuffs of course.&lt;strong&gt; No P.E. tomorrow cause of Pesta Permainan&lt;/strong&gt;. Good. Life starts with Moral, where teacher asked us to write her notes in a paper, cause our book is in Puan Mary's hand. Oh wait. That was after Serah and Si Wei told me they are married; and somehow Si Wei's my cousin and my step-dad!? This is going crazy. And after Moral, we had our free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sarah made me lose my mood to do Science&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. T_T. Smart girl that have high marks in Science are &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then English. What did we do in English? Oh yes. The bar chart thingy. Interview. Etc.etc. And we have to write a report base on that bar chart. And it was an order from Puan Mary. And I saw that 30% of the girls in that um, so-called particular "school" spend their "money" on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that "30% - girls - clothes" , it makes me wonder why girls like clothes so much. I don't like clothes, and moreover, I do not like shopping. I hate shopping. I remember the time me, Steph and Si Wei went to CS. &lt;strong&gt;It took me about 10-12 minutes to change one shirt,&lt;/strong&gt; in Bodyglove. And they basically keep knocking and banging the hell up on the door, wanting me to get out cause the BG guy was bothering them. Oh yesh, did I mention that he still remember Stephanie? &lt;u&gt;That guy is just mental, very sick. And yes. Very scary indeed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, next recess. We started rambling about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Note to self: 5 more days to &lt;strong&gt;HSM&lt;/strong&gt;.)!!! Haha. Everybody wants to watch it. Then the one without Astro started complaining- not really, but it looks like they are. But the only thing I'm worrying right now is...&lt;u&gt;Open Day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open day: A scary event where your parents are having a discussion with your form teacher about you, your marks, and you during class. And where your parents come from oh-so-faraway to take your report card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ARGH.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wanna &lt;em&gt;talk about it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anymore&lt;/strong&gt;! !#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115079007175106297?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115079007175106297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115079007175106297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115079007175106297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115079007175106297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/open-day-tt.html' title='open day T_T'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115070298860124797</id><published>2006-06-19T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;See what happens when you open too much window?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer&lt;em&gt; lags&lt;/em&gt; and you blog post that you have been writing for around &lt;u&gt;45 minutes gets stuck there&lt;/u&gt;. I shall write them down, all over again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know it's not bloody larh, but its just that, I'm too &lt;em&gt;frustrasted&lt;/em&gt; to write them down all over again. &lt;u&gt;Shish&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking about just now, and you might not see, I was talking about Si Wei being mental case in the bus, and claims herself that she was too &lt;strong&gt;high and hyperactive&lt;/strong&gt;. And Stephanie was interupted. Yesh, she is. And I urge her to not make me laugh and yet she did. I got sore throat now. Rawr. Next, we have the Geography class, where we had this question and answer thing going on. And our group is not yet to be questioned and not ready yet to answer. Cause we were interupted when the recess bell rings. Yay-ness. Then, during KH class, Anis told me that every guys that acted as &lt;em&gt;Superman/Clark Kent&lt;/em&gt; is cursed. Except &lt;u&gt;Tom Welling&lt;/u&gt;. He's still okay. So yesh. This guy who used to be ex-Superman got paralysed, went down the cliff by accident, and lastly, he winds up, er... dead. Yesh. May he rest in peace. And I said that &lt;u&gt;Brandon Routh&lt;/u&gt; is too &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; handsome to die. Yesh, he is. Well, never mind. Treat me like a mad woman if you want. Because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote what happen in Science; and the formulas. I'm to lazy to write them down again. I shall write them in my papers full of short notes. Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, and the last one. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. See how I didn't put "!" behind HSM? I was too frustrated to put it there. Haih. As I said earlier, HSM is one of the much anticipated movie coming out. But it ain't coming out in the cinemas, just the televisions. Cause it's one of the Disney Channel original movies. And the story is about, just find through my archive. Cause I've already posted the sypnosis long, long time ago. People are wanting to watch it. Sarah fell in love with the song, and keep listening to it continuously. Si Wei didn't send me &lt;em&gt;Breaking Free&lt;/em&gt; yet. And you shall send it before I bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked about Vhinosha saying that Zac Efron is so cute.&lt;em&gt; Then if Zac Efron is cute, what is Teddy Geiger? &lt;/em&gt;He's much &lt;strong&gt;talented&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; younger&lt;/strong&gt;, and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;much more&lt;em&gt; cuter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! lol. One of my cousins from er, well, JB, when to Singapore- some place called Bala Carva- I don't really know the spelling but that's what she say when she called me. Although she didn't get his autograph for me (Hmph.), but I'm still glad she recorded one of his songs that he sang that time for me. Muahahaha. &lt;u&gt;And that's the end&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mentioned that I'm going off. Lol. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115070298860124797?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115070298860124797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115070298860124797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115070298860124797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115070298860124797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/bleh.html' title='bleh.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115061929774796831</id><published>2006-06-18T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too free.</title><content type='html'>Somebody (and yes, you know who you are.) come and ask me, "&lt;strong&gt;Why your cousin never eat Mamee before?&lt;/strong&gt;" And around that time, somebody told me that he already went offline- and was already sleeping. And yet, he still have the time to visit my oh-so-uglified-blog. Yesh. You (know who you are) must obey your parent's decision to sleep, and not sneak underneath the blanket with the laptop to visit my blog. And yesh. Your parents are more important than me. So you shall respect their decision. And only going off to bed when me, the &lt;em&gt;oh-so-not-powerful-mad-sakai&lt;/em&gt; to nag you off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my cousin in the picture (the one giving a mad scientist that kinda look), Joshua, had never, ever eaten a Mamee before because, he's a native of Australia. Oh wait. He was born in Malaysia. Gah. He only do his part in migrating there. Since he&lt;em&gt; lurveee&lt;/em&gt; Mamee that much, let him eat it! And by the way, I found another picture of him, holding a Mamee very tightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An ex-Malaysian who had never eaten a Mamee before. How sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift&lt;/u&gt; is already open in cinemas in Malaysia-wide. Wonder if I could watch it... Or kor go watch it himself without calling me. Evil guy. And &lt;u&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/u&gt;. Without that costume, he doesn't look like gay, infact he look handsome. And hot. Er. Okay. Not that hot, just handsome. And of course, another much anticipated movie, &lt;u&gt;Pirates of the Carribeans: The Dead Man's Chest&lt;/u&gt;. Can't wait for all the movies to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite free today. I'm so free that &lt;strong&gt;I can jump around like a mad woman&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so free that &lt;strong&gt;I can create another blog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so free that&lt;strong&gt; I can study&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so free that&lt;strong&gt; I can make Eva cry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infact, I'm so free that&lt;strong&gt; I'm&lt;em&gt; bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's tuition. Almost forgotten about it. We did Maths for 3 hours, then Angeline said that she got a few ghost stories to tell Hui Kee and I. So, we said, "Okay lorh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: Got one time, there's two sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: You take from Korean movie one izit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: No... *started laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Erh, Hui Kee? I thought she telling ghost story one? Why she started laughing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;H.Kee: Don't know leh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Tell lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: Then the two sisters fall in love with this guy; but then the guy choose the youngest one lorh. Then the older one cannot tahan so she kill the younger sister and cut off her head and throw it in the river. *started laughing again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;H.Kee: You okay or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Continue lerh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: And that time in the river, these fisherman catching fish....*laughes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp; H.Kee: !?!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: Okay larh... then the fisherman found the younger sister's head. And found that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Found that what? FOUND THAT WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: The head still alive lorh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: o.O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angeline: Then the fisherman as the sister, "Who kill you?", then she reply, "I don't know..." etc. "I don't know", etc. So, the fisherman don't know what to do, so he bring the head to the police station. *laughes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; H.Kee: HAHAHAHAHA...etc.etc...HAHAHAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! I'll just stop until there, cause that's the funny part. It made everyone laugh non-stop! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Many ppl will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave foot prints in your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115061929774796831?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115061929774796831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115061929774796831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115061929774796831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115061929774796831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-free.html' title='too free.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115056188314296676</id><published>2006-06-18T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:23.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pic-k.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2716/2497/1600/siaokia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2716/2497/200/siaokia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this photo existed. But cousin Jeremy's not in it. I found pics of Jeremy also. But I refuse to put it up. I never knew Joshua like Mamee that much. Maybe he thinks Mamee is nice because he had never eaten it before? Gah. I don't give a damn. I shall go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It makes me wonder. Why isn't there any extra hand? There was a ghostly case the night/early morning (2-3am) before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115056188314296676?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115056188314296676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115056188314296676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115056188314296676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115056188314296676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/pic-k.html' title='pic-k.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115055814784233841</id><published>2006-06-17T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:22.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Yes, I don't support England&lt;/u&gt;. Dont't freak out. Yesh. I'm sorry that I didn't told you my favorite team. Made you buy that shirt. So sorry. Anyways, catechism is back on track, and sister is still teaching. So scary. And somehow she started talking about &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt;. We just keep quiet, and um,&lt;strong&gt; look down&lt;/strong&gt;. But she changed the subject to the &lt;u&gt;Sacrament of Matrimony&lt;/u&gt;. That means, marriage. So I keep imagining/thinking about the two people that I want to matchmake. &lt;em&gt;Hint hint, you know who you are ^^.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple is made to compliment each other. Example: He/she is too tall, he/she is too short. You can make changes. Together, the two people (one &lt;em&gt;short/shy/talkactive&lt;/em&gt;, one &lt;em&gt;tall/bold/quiet&lt;/em&gt;) turns into whole. A family is like a small little church. Spread the good news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we had tuition. So, to make things easier, Angeline sat my car and went to tuition together. Unfortunately, my little niece is there. My little niece keep looking at Angeline. Then I asked her to call Angeline, "jie jie". Then my niece said, "I don't want to sit with her." With my little white lie, I told her, if she calls Angeline "jie jie", you'll get a sweet from the jie jie. And HA! She did call her. Muahahaha. During tuition, we had Sejarah/History, Angeline keep complimenting on little Eva's cuteness. Oh wait till you see her inner ugliness. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Little niece Eva fools everyone with her cuteness. But she's evil. Beware. And oh yeah, her weaknesses are sweets and ice-cream.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Father's day, so I wish all Dads out there a blessed and a happy Father's day. My family and I had a dinner just now in a seafood restaurant. Loads and loads of nice crabs and prawns to eat. Mummy go crack all the shells away from the crab just for me, so thankful! (Blame it on the bloody restaurant. The restaurant doesn't provide nutcracker. Or I can crack the shell all by myself.) After dinner, we went back home with ah jie's car. (Dad took kor's car and drove it away because he's too tempted to watch the World Cup match. Maybe I should buy him a football &lt;s&gt;or bring Steven Gerrard back home to him&lt;/s&gt; for Father's Day) Once we reach home. Mummy wanted little-evil-niece-Eva to follow ah jie because Mummy wanted to watch this Hokkien opera, but little Eva doesn't want to follow jie so she started crying. And I end up watching after her, the little monster. &lt;strong&gt;She refuse to sleep after I told her that tomorrow is a special day and we need to wake up early. And she end up sleeping. And I end up watching &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;u&gt;1 hour and 24 minutes&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;em&gt;persuading&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how hard she can be? The little monster. Shish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115055814784233841?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115055814784233841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115055814784233841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115055814784233841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115055814784233841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesh.html' title='yesh!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115051381595052364</id><published>2006-06-17T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:22.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I feel so guilty. I told Si Wei that, and she was um, kinda expression-less; just saying a couple of 'haha's- and I forgot what she said after that. So, yeah. I am sorry to everyone. Forgive me if I have offended you, pissed you off, be mean to you, and much more reasons. Don't forgive also can.&lt;strong&gt; May I burn in hell&lt;/strong&gt;. And be there forever after I die. Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to kor and jie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to Si Wei.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to Serah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to Sharlene.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to everyone else in the class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to Gwee (&lt;em&gt;and I don't really know why I am saying that&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115051381595052364?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115051381595052364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115051381595052364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115051381595052364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115051381595052364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115044480826528046</id><published>2006-06-16T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:22.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how rude...</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Kids these days are rude. Adults these days more rude; well, only some- definetely not all. They just swear in front of kids. What's more, teens are also getting rude. Kids should respect their seniors/elders. Yeah, I'm an old woman, I love to complain. So that makes grandma Sarah, err, history. Kids spend their time watching Astro/Kids Central. But somehow, all cartoons- not all, are involved in &lt;u&gt;violence&lt;/u&gt;. Yesh. Violence. Gah, I am lazy to talk about this. So, let's just skip this and jump to the main point. My little niece swore at me. Heck. She had one hell of a temper. She kept clicking the mouse for nothing. So I shooed her out. Then, she doesn't want to. I threw the leftover popcorn at her; and she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SWORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only&lt;em&gt; three&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, before that, I received and sms involving something unexpected from Gwee. A prank, I presume. I'm gonna show this to Siwei. Oh, yesh I will. Oh, I will. And you know what? I don't really support &lt;strong&gt;England.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;If you understand this, you know who you are ((=.&lt;/u&gt; But I know they play hard to get. They won 2-0 to this um, country which I don't know where is it situated at. And lastly, Brazil suddenly play badly. Hope they get the World Cup trophy again this year. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRASIL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sarah and Viveetha found out that the FOA is going to be attended by around 200+ people. They had the urge to back out somehow. LOL. Not funny, neways. And they did a little rehearsal just now. It made me laugh and now, I got a sore throat. All thanks to them. Yes, thank you. And up until now, &lt;strong&gt;I still do not have any idea where's this um, Spastic Hall&lt;/strong&gt; (is it?). Yesh. &lt;em&gt;I lack information for my little pea brain&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Sue me&lt;/u&gt;. So I ain't doing anything in FOA, why should I be there? No idea. And Open Day is the day before FOA. So, I might be grounded, so...yeah. There's this um, 15% that I am going. And then, there's Stephanie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: Oi, go larh, Tracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Err... Whyyyy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: Just go larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Give me ten reasons larh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: I want you to go, Si Wei wants you to go, Peh Yee wants you to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: O.O Like that also count ar? Like that only one okay? If you say, everybody wants you to go easy right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: ... GO LARH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I give up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115044480826528046?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115044480826528046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115044480826528046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115044480826528046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115044480826528046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-rude.html' title='how rude...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115035750553608719</id><published>2006-06-15T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cars</title><content type='html'>This is just a &lt;em&gt;short &lt;/em&gt;post. Mum is nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an okay day. Err. not that much of an okay day. It's more to the very-torturous-and-i-shall-die day. First of all, we found out that Arts, P.E., and Morale are all included into the percentage counting. *cries*! But that wasn't all, &lt;em&gt;Gwee&lt;/em&gt; just had to &lt;strong&gt;torture&lt;/strong&gt; me. Because of his so-called pro matchmaking for fun, he got me into trouble. Yeah. Thank goodness&lt;em&gt; Si Wei&lt;/em&gt; was there where she finally restore &lt;u&gt;peace and harmony&lt;/u&gt; before we could &lt;strong&gt;start the war&lt;/strong&gt; again. Yes. This time, it's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a bit &lt;em&gt;psychotic&lt;/em&gt;, but this is serious. Gwee even yelled his name when my bus pass by. &lt;u&gt;I shall kill. Have no mercy&lt;/u&gt;. MUAHAHAHA. Okay, let's get on with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and jie went to Jusco yesterday to watch Cars because I don't like cartoons and I've already watched all other movies. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superman is gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Um. Right. So, Donovan and Andy are the only one laughing when the funny part comes and goes. Suspense arrives, Andy couldn't stand it; and he kept jumping. &lt;u&gt;Popcorn goes up and down and in my face&lt;/u&gt;. Wow. The Porsche in the movie looks nice. I would never said this but this movie rocks. It had more moral values than in any other movie I saw. Yesh. Over the Hedge also got influence. You shall love your friends as your family. I went to the &lt;em&gt;Converse&lt;/em&gt; shop and the saleslady said that the Brazil t-shirt size M is sold out!!! &lt;em&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;!!! I WANT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If anybody can me find and buy it, help me, pretty please?&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw um... Barney and friends. Um... The large purple Barney singing "&lt;em&gt;I love you, you love me&lt;/em&gt;." Shish. Easy to say, the Family song. All of us went home, and after eating, I played Gunbound in my brother's computer. And hell, people there are so rude. I forgot how to shoot backshot and shoot (ultra) high angle, and worst of all, I can't aim. When I miss one time, those so-called pro called me &lt;em&gt;noob&lt;/em&gt;. How kind of them. Idiots. But anyways, my team won and I got the most gold. HAHAHAHA! This is &lt;u&gt;retribution&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I gtg. Bye. Long enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115035750553608719?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115035750553608719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115035750553608719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115035750553608719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115035750553608719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/cars.html' title='cars'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-115009791018492572</id><published>2006-06-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>I got bored of the purple layout. I changed it to green. So... you like it? Some may do, some may not. I'm sure you do not. Just a guess. After 2 weeks of luxurious holiday. Yeah, &lt;em&gt;luxurious&lt;/em&gt;. I- wait, we &lt;strong&gt;demand for another two weeks holiday&lt;/strong&gt;! And skip Open Day. That will be the day I die. Well, maybe I'll live. But not for long. Like a um, donkey. Wait...nvm. So anyways, if I manage to die, no PMR for me. Just joking. And school starts, we had loads to talk about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Sarah, Sharlene and Amber (Si Wei) all leave me alone in the torture chamber. Yes, the classroom. I get the marks of the subject of PMR, and quite satisfied with it. At least my marks increase. Damn happy. My Science increase! Haha!! But I shall not tell the marks here, I shall not. I had nothing to do, so me and Vivee talked about um. yeah. stuffs. &lt;em&gt;Girl talk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah invited half of the class to her &lt;strong&gt;housewarming party&lt;/strong&gt;. Should I go? Or should I go to church and don't skip it?&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-115009791018492572?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/115009791018492572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=115009791018492572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115009791018492572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/115009791018492572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114992319725050504</id><published>2006-06-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha...</title><content type='html'>Life have been, well, &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; lately. Everytime I got on Messenger. I had nobody to talk to since they're quite busy with something else. For instant, like &lt;strong&gt;Si Wei&lt;/strong&gt;, her Messenger icon has always been "Away" every single time I got online. And yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Sarah &lt;/strong&gt;had been busy err... "&lt;u&gt;mapling&lt;/u&gt;" ? Well, it means playing Maple. I don't know about everyone but er... somehow, everyone is busy with their own stuff. Everyone except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I found myself in front of the television. I watched several tv shows like, &lt;strong&gt;8th &amp;amp; Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Unfabulous&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Suite Life of Zack and Cody&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;My Own&lt;/strong&gt; (All from &lt;em&gt;MTV&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Nickelodeon&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, I miss my cartoons). Unfabulous is a great show for teens to watch as it is connected to your, my, our peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode I watched just now is about&lt;strong&gt; Addie&lt;/strong&gt; (the main character) wrote/compose this err... 65 songs about her crush, &lt;strong&gt;Jake&lt;/strong&gt;. She lost the CD (where she burn all her "Songs About Jake") , and tries to get it as it might fall into the wrong hand. While she was finding the CD, she get into &lt;s&gt;several&lt;/s&gt; a lot of trouble. And yeah, it did fall into the wrong hand, into Jake's hand. (Can you imagine your crush listening to your songs that you wrote about him?) Jake appreciate it and Addie thought that he'll date her. But she was wrong. He told her that he was seeing someone. And yeah, she felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heartbroken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Beach is a reality show. Filmed in Laguna Beach, Orange County. It tells about the life of Kirsten and her friends. And yeah, now Kirsten's a film and tv stars now because of that one particular reality show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gtg...Bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114992319725050504?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114992319725050504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114992319725050504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114992319725050504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114992319725050504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title='haha...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114978117109822271</id><published>2006-06-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blish.</title><content type='html'>Since I am already here, might as well &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;. There aren't anything interesting these past &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; days. And, joytotheworld i finished my &lt;u&gt;element 3&lt;/u&gt;. And now i'll just have to figure out where will I put the papers that teacher gave us in order.&lt;em&gt; Geez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/u&gt;, just now. And apparently I am not quite happy with the &lt;em&gt;audience/Singapore's choice&lt;/em&gt;. Well, my prediction is&lt;em&gt; half-correct&lt;/em&gt;, cause &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; got into the &lt;u&gt;Top errr. something&lt;/u&gt;. I forgot. Wait. I didn't know. And that girl/lady, Melissa didn't got it. Gwee's prediction is also half-correct cause Rahimah (one of his favorite, besides Gayle) got it. Gwee told me he picked Gayle because she sang so nice. Yeah, right. &lt;em&gt;Her singing for me is like shouting&lt;/em&gt;. Not to be mean here, but, really. It's either she sings like that or she pick the wrong song. Yeah. My theory is she picked the wrong song. And honestly larh, anybody should pick the song that's perfect with their voice, not because they like the song or anything. That's the point because dear &lt;strong&gt;Katherine McPhee &lt;/strong&gt;didn't win &lt;u&gt;American Idol&lt;/u&gt;, instead of &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Hicks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, way in the afternoon, me and Gwee was chatting about &lt;u&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/u&gt;. And we found out that the &lt;em&gt;Paul&lt;/em&gt; guy. Okay, I had NO idea what his last name is, so... Argh. Just&lt;em&gt; screw&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;. We found out that this guy here, Paul, yeah, Paul, is damn sick and twisted. Yeah, we mean it. If you wanna know, read his profile in &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeidol.com"&gt;www.singaporeidol.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwee ask me to go out with some several of people. He has been asking me for the past few days and I replied him &lt;u&gt;the same thing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Oi. Tell you already right? I've been out of the house since school holidays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwee: Walau. Everyday dating? One day, one guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I hit you then you know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwee: Ah. I know lah, you won't betray Marcus lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know who's Marcus and I do not wanna know. I just know that his name is Marcus, he's fifteen and he's from EC. Yeah. How lack of information I have here in my brain. Sue me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I can hit you till you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwee: Eh. I taekwando black belt, ok? blah. blah. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ooohhh. I so terrified! -.-'''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwee: Me and Jasmine (this taekwando black belt girl from Australia) can hit down around 30 people ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: I don't want to hit her. I want to hit YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started rambling on how powerful is he. "I black belt ok?" Yeah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gtg, people. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114978117109822271?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114978117109822271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114978117109822271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114978117109822271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114978117109822271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/blish.html' title='blish.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114959923467076113</id><published>2006-06-06T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omen.</title><content type='html'>so...i went to tebrau city with&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; si wei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bernard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we all gather in &lt;em&gt;yamaha&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;err..but i was &lt;strong&gt;outside&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to watch (actually i decided to watch, but either way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the omen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;si wei&lt;/span&gt; um. put her bag in front of her face so that she will not freak out.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bernard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;did nothing of that sort but he sorta...&lt;u&gt;slide down&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, there's &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;scary &lt;/strong&gt;about that show.&lt;br /&gt;except for that &lt;u&gt;dog&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to red box&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;strong&gt;sing&lt;/strong&gt; lorh.&lt;br /&gt;then go&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end.&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/24112410-114959923467076113?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114959923467076113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114959923467076113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114959923467076113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114959923467076113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/omen.html' title='omen.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114935040331662136</id><published>2006-06-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great...just, great.</title><content type='html'>family and i had a family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;well, a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;with relatives from&lt;em&gt; kl&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;somewhere&lt;em&gt; far&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, not&lt;strong&gt; literally&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told &lt;u&gt;kenneth&lt;/u&gt;, my cousin loads of time about&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; fruits baskets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, he still doesn't &lt;em&gt;understands the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;story&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll tell him here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;tohru honda is a girl&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. okay. just &lt;strong&gt;screw&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tohru honda is a happy-go-lucky girl who found out about yuki sohma, her fellow classmate's family secret. the sohmas had their family curse for generations, which enables them to turn into the animals of the twelve zodiac when they were hugged by a member of the opposite sex or when they're under a great deal of stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i suck in writing summaries&lt;/strong&gt;. so, this is the one i found from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;imdb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After her mother's death, Tohru Honda finds herself living with the Sohma family consisting of three cousins: Yuki the 'prince charming' of their high school, Kyo the hot headed, short tempered outcast, and Shigure the mischievous novelist, if not sometimes that of a perv. Tohru finds out the terrible Sohma secret. When a member is hugged by the opposite gender they turn into the 12 animals of the chinese zodiac. As rivals clash and doors get smashed life at the Sohma house has changed completely!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just &lt;strong&gt;copy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;paste&lt;/em&gt; it. &lt;u&gt;no big deal&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so okay, no&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; tuition&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, just&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; church&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i left a &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; post in my &lt;strong&gt;modblog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;that proves that i &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; complain a lot, wilson.&lt;br /&gt;well, a half lot.&lt;br /&gt;lol. nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114935040331662136?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114935040331662136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114935040331662136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114935040331662136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114935040331662136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/greatjust-great.html' title='great...just, great.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114931840125949427</id><published>2006-06-03T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-men III. bleh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and on my modblog, there's the complain about x-men III : the last stand.&lt;br /&gt;i complain almost about everything in there.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i do in modblog is well, complaining.&lt;br /&gt;and wilson was like...&lt;br /&gt;"you complain a lot... hahahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm then.&lt;br /&gt;so, my element 3 is finished.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;you HAVE to write it.&lt;br /&gt;i havent put it in my folio yet, so...&lt;br /&gt;i'll just leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, well...&lt;br /&gt;weekend is here...&lt;br /&gt;and today's gwee's having a party.&lt;br /&gt;not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114931840125949427?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114931840125949427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114931840125949427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114931840125949427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114931840125949427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/x-men-iii-bleh.html' title='x-men III. bleh.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114922606009487382</id><published>2006-06-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>as i had mentioned in &lt;u&gt;shitname&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my 3 cousins from kl came down to jb.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;they wanted me to go &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;city square&lt;/span&gt; with them now.&lt;br /&gt;instead of &lt;em&gt;watching movie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114922606009487382?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114922606009487382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114922606009487382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114922606009487382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114922606009487382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/06/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114907604414019410</id><published>2006-05-31T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:21.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dam dam...</title><content type='html'>so, er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for not &lt;em&gt;blogging here&lt;/em&gt; quite often these days.&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;then i enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;before i knew it, &lt;u&gt;computer broke down.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; stay at jie's house yesterday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and i had to sleep with my&lt;strong&gt; two&lt;/strong&gt; nieces.&lt;br /&gt;and tell you&lt;em&gt; what...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;horrible &lt;/strong&gt;sleeping with them.&lt;br /&gt;one kick me at the side, and one kick me from downwards.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;jusco tebrau&lt;/span&gt; the next day,&lt;br /&gt;read these few books, &lt;strong&gt;horror ones&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;si wei&lt;/span&gt; told me she was in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;should have read the book&lt;em&gt; longer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;longer&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;longer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, all of us (&lt;s&gt;lazy to mention&lt;/s&gt;. si wei as mentioned above,  suearna, arif, brian, chris, gwee, ian, and some guy i don't know, and er...i forgot the last person.) go and eat.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;except for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;serah&lt;/span&gt; came later,&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then go toilet.&lt;br /&gt;then watch &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;then go&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114907604414019410?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114907604414019410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114907604414019410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114907604414019410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114907604414019410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-er.html' title='dam dam...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114864583834033663</id><published>2006-05-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cs outing.</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;it had been &lt;strong&gt;one week&lt;/strong&gt; (or &lt;em&gt;five&lt;/em&gt; days).&lt;br /&gt;cause of &lt;u&gt;exam&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;crazy exams.&lt;br /&gt;and i have&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; phobias of exams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start of with me &lt;s&gt;mourning&lt;/s&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;katherine mcphee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;TAYLOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WIN!?&lt;br /&gt;and gwee was laughing about it some more.&lt;br /&gt;wait till i come and &lt;strong&gt;beat&lt;/strong&gt; him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bash&lt;/em&gt; him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;torture&lt;/u&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;that's called insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam just &lt;em&gt;ended today&lt;/em&gt; so...&lt;br /&gt;for us its kinda like &lt;strong&gt;merdeka.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharlene &lt;/span&gt;was supposed to watch &lt;strong&gt;the da vinci code&lt;/strong&gt; but unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharlene&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; sarah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; siwei&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mel&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mercy &lt;/span&gt;(plus&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; jaishern&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; gwee&lt;/span&gt;) ended up watching &lt;u&gt;x-men 3&lt;/u&gt; cause we're not 18 (&lt;em&gt;or majority wanted to watch x-men 3&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;and we start off with eating the portuguese chicken (&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chuan yang&lt;/span&gt; was there).&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt; told me that&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; stephanie&lt;/span&gt; told her that some people who got &lt;strong&gt;AIDS&lt;/strong&gt; go put needles and stuff containing their blood &lt;u&gt;under the chair&lt;/u&gt; where the needles are so thin and you can't feel it. so, that fella might have put it anywhere.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and if you kena, you might get AIDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt; (or somebody else. forgot.) suggested that we&lt;em&gt; put our file on the chair&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;u&gt;er.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sit on it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some people &lt;strong&gt;from other schools&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;seniors&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;ex-seniors&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;juniors&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;then in the cinema, saw them again (people from ssi), and was just &lt;u&gt;sitting behind us&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;despite of that AIDS thing, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;poke&lt;/s&gt; press her hand to the chair; but there wasn't any needles.&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;em&gt; she sat down&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt; put &lt;u&gt;our files underneath and sat down&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness &lt;strong&gt;my file didn't break or anything&lt;/strong&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; told me she &lt;em&gt;forgot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharlene&lt;/span&gt; and the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; idea&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are what happened just now in the cinema:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;throwing popcorns at each other&lt;/strong&gt;. (wth!?)&lt;br /&gt;-then &lt;em&gt;the guys&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; the ssi guys&lt;/em&gt; looked at us.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; was just admiring how majestic and wonderful to have wings like angel.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; crying because prof.xavier died.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharlene &lt;/span&gt;and siwei talking.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharlene&lt;/span&gt; demanding to see &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;jaishern&lt;/span&gt;'s phone (from what i heard. forgot from who.)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt; grabbing my hand &lt;u&gt;when the scary part comes&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt; was admiring how cool is pyro's element. (so cool right!?)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mel &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; mercy&lt;/span&gt; gasping when the younger angel dot.dot.dot.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah &lt;/span&gt;was watching full of wonder when magneto &lt;strong&gt;moved the long and big bridge&lt;/strong&gt; (manhattan to brooklyn).&lt;br /&gt;-remembering the&lt;em&gt; old-old cartoon version of x-men&lt;/em&gt;, the one before &lt;u&gt;x-men evolution&lt;/u&gt; (when &lt;u&gt;gambit&lt;/u&gt; was there, and &lt;u&gt;rogue can fly&lt;/u&gt;. and before &lt;strong&gt;shadowcat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;pyro&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;iceman&lt;/em&gt; even existed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of many quote. the only quote i remember is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;not because of them, jean! it's because of you!&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;something happens&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;em&gt; i love you, jean&lt;/em&gt;! (&lt;strong&gt;cries&lt;/strong&gt;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's unbelievable about this, i shall say.&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;u&gt;wolverine&lt;/u&gt;'s quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wolverine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOLVERINE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hardcore&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;the only who &lt;u&gt;always stay calm&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;wolverine&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;shall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a very sad scene.&lt;br /&gt;quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;very touching.&lt;br /&gt;but thank goodness i didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we ran away from &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she was ever so &lt;u&gt;utterly pissed&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pissed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that was because &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sharlene&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt; wanna share money to buy her a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took &lt;u&gt;neoprint&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that's where i lost my clip.&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;em&gt; HAIRCLIP&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go now.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114864583834033663?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114864583834033663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114864583834033663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114864583834033663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114864583834033663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/cs-outing.html' title='cs outing.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114802093712000985</id><published>2006-05-19T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what excatly happened on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on wednesday, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sharlene &lt;/span&gt;sat in our bus.&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; siwei&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sharlene&lt;/span&gt; started talking about&lt;em&gt; chris&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;strong&gt; cute&lt;/strong&gt; he is.&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt; he is.&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;em&gt;etc.etc&lt;/em&gt; he is.&lt;br /&gt;weelll, somehow it&lt;em&gt; kinda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; disgust&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;u&gt;it does&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so, sharlene was sms-ing someone.&lt;br /&gt;well, she was suppose to tell that particular someone that she following &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;siwei&lt;/span&gt; home, so end up, she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;i following chris home&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, we did&lt;em&gt; nothing&lt;/em&gt; but&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; study&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that's what &lt;u&gt;we all did&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;some of us&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;talk crap&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then, got tuition at&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we all did &lt;u&gt;geography&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after that, ms.lim fetch &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;angeline &lt;/span&gt;back home,&lt;br /&gt;ms.lim was so confused cause she was quite sleepy,&lt;br /&gt;and so she keep&lt;em&gt; turning the wrong way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i ended up home &lt;u&gt;late&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;late&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIF&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;gonna be &lt;u&gt;weekend&lt;/u&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;strong&gt; exam&lt;/strong&gt; is also coming&lt;em&gt; soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so, must&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good luck to me, and to everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(red, the lucky colour!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114802093712000985?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114802093712000985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114802093712000985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114802093712000985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114802093712000985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/hehehe.html' title='hehehe'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114778512897302008</id><published>2006-05-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u all left me alone!!</title><content type='html'>today was&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; teacher's day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;much nicer than any other day.&lt;br /&gt;every student was around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having class parties&lt;/strong&gt; and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;we got telematch against the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;and somehow puan mary, our &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;headmistress&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaky&lt;/em&gt;, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;hanging around&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;then played &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;volleyball &lt;/span&gt;with elean they all.&lt;br /&gt;(until my legs &lt;em&gt;sore all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over &lt;/strong&gt;and very tiring)&lt;br /&gt;very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else happened?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate &lt;em&gt;you all&lt;/em&gt; larh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;leave me alone&lt;/u&gt; with those &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;those&lt;strong&gt; immature&lt;/strong&gt; guys,&lt;br /&gt;keep throwing around the &lt;u&gt;dirty kain buruk&lt;/u&gt; used for &lt;em&gt;wiping&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;dirty &lt;/strong&gt;table (&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dont ask&lt;/span&gt;.),&lt;br /&gt;especially zeke larh.&lt;br /&gt;and all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;macam budak kecil sahaja...&lt;/strong&gt; (like little kids only...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114778512897302008?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114778512897302008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114778512897302008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114778512897302008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114778512897302008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/u-all-left-me-alone.html' title='u all left me alone!!'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114768341874757271</id><published>2006-05-15T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo...</title><content type='html'>let's start off with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;we got um. &lt;em&gt;nothing on&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;particularly&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;except our &lt;u&gt;kerja kayu&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah &lt;/span&gt;already finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;all we have to do now is just install the screw at the side.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;we're &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and my other classmates was still in the &lt;u&gt;process of cutting and stuffs&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;and we had a discussion of having a class party for teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to eat &lt;strong&gt;vinosha's mum's catering&lt;/strong&gt; plus 4 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;boxes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;it seems too much, but its &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;our class consists of around 40 hungry &lt;s&gt;tiger&lt;/s&gt; um. humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we shall eat it all up&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mercy told us their class &lt;u&gt;wanna study&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;so er.&lt;br /&gt;me and si wei kinda invited her to our class party,&lt;br /&gt;since she refused to come to school tomorrow because the whole class&lt;strong&gt; studying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;effective&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i studied a bit of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;science form 2&lt;/span&gt; though,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's going to be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kemahiran hidup form 1&lt;/span&gt;(toughest subject ever).&lt;br /&gt;so, um, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114768341874757271?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114768341874757271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114768341874757271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114768341874757271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114768341874757271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooo_15.html' title='ooo...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114752466036414098</id><published>2006-05-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;i had tuition &lt;strong&gt;just now &lt;/strong&gt;in the &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we keep doing &lt;u&gt;history revision&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then, maths.&lt;br /&gt;we got sick of it, so um.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to &lt;em&gt;lay around&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;anu keep playing with my phone&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she took &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;haha, but she also took pictures of&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; herself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nice one, anu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was well,&lt;strong&gt; okay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll never, ever become the commentator again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i rather do the &lt;u&gt;reading&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;dont&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;em&gt; care&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; and a new &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kitten&lt;/span&gt; to be my secret keeper.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not exploit their name as you'll ask them for my secrets and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i also become their&lt;em&gt; kit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dog&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;since they keep secret from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;zoe&lt;/span&gt; (from sesame street),&lt;br /&gt;and pretend to be a superhero with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;elmo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;think i am &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sue me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget, happy mother's day, dear mothers out there.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;i love you, mummy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114752466036414098?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114752466036414098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114752466036414098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114752466036414098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114752466036414098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala.html' title='lalala.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114741907964431663</id><published>2006-05-12T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;um.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so, there was a tuition just now;&lt;br /&gt;and sharlene told me &lt;strong&gt;loads of people are going to cs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;in the house&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;stuck&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating &lt;em&gt;burger king&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after exam, we all pakat watch the&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;da vinci code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ms. lim said that we are going to learn about &lt;em&gt;leornado da vinci&lt;/em&gt; in&lt;strong&gt; form 4&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;damn it&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i dont know anything about leornado da vinci&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;well, except that he's an &lt;u&gt;artist&lt;/u&gt; and he drew &lt;strong&gt;mona lisa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;helps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yea.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finish &lt;s&gt;mourning&lt;/s&gt; crying over chris,&lt;br /&gt;so, um.&lt;br /&gt;i gtg.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high school musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. here are some avatars i took from my &lt;u&gt;modblog&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e388/sjreyes/1747315_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e388/sjreyes/thBreakingfree2Icon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;: suelynn took my avatars from modblog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;if she likes it then let her take it&lt;/u&gt;. hehe... *fades*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114741907964431663?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114741907964431663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114741907964431663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114741907964431663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114741907964431663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/stuck.html' title='stuck.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114735388288630754</id><published>2006-05-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; i know why my neighbour's son marry at such a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; age.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;i shall&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not tell&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;even though &lt;em&gt;i am quite tempted to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;shall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that would be &lt;u&gt;call gossiping about my neighbour&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and fyi people, i am not much of a &lt;strong&gt;gossiper&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but if i gossip, that would be once in a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip the topic,&lt;br /&gt;i shall &lt;s&gt;mourn&lt;/s&gt; cry over chris' elimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;why&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;why&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did so well!&lt;br /&gt;my first thought was that &lt;em&gt;elliot&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;strong&gt; katherine &lt;/strong&gt;(though she's my fav) &lt;u&gt;should be eliminated.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall &lt;s&gt;mourn&lt;/s&gt; cry over his elimination, like i did when mandisa went out.&lt;br /&gt;i only got a favourite in AI now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katherine mcphee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;did you see her guilty face when chris' name was being annouced?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;okayyy... nvm, &lt;em&gt;screw that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i shall now support her all the way, come hell or whatsoever coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT THE MCPHEEVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;go&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;katherine&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114735388288630754?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114735388288630754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114735388288630754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114735388288630754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114735388288630754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/why.html' title='WHY!?!?!?'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114733164307803666</id><published>2006-05-11T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;um.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;kinda&lt;/s&gt; change my layout cause &lt;u&gt;i find the other one boring after a day&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;em&gt;my crappy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opinion&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;u&gt;look something like &lt;em&gt;serah's blogspot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;only that it's &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; plus &lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt;. not &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;agnes told me she changed her blogskin again.&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; relief, it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! phew* cause &lt;em&gt;agnes is such a pink fan&lt;/em&gt;. her blog will &lt;em&gt;always be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;. and now its &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i cant remember the history facts from form 1&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114733164307803666?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114733164307803666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114733164307803666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114733164307803666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114733164307803666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-of-layout.html' title='change of layout'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114726322219120380</id><published>2006-05-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no elmo's world.</title><content type='html'>um. sorry for the swear words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-volleyball&lt;br /&gt;-seni&lt;br /&gt;-stuffs&lt;br /&gt;-the-man-in-tux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114726322219120380?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114726322219120380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114726322219120380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114726322219120380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114726322219120380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-elmos-world.html' title='no elmo&apos;s world.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114692897583295809</id><published>2006-05-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;shut &lt;u&gt;up&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;leave&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i gave you loads of chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;you're really starting to piss me off&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is &lt;u&gt;the last straw&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cant stand the way you &lt;strong&gt;treated me&lt;/strong&gt; (and &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;) like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you just &lt;em&gt;pretend to be nice&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;you think you are&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you have&lt;strong&gt; no feelings&lt;/strong&gt; and just &lt;em&gt;say bad things &lt;/em&gt;about people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, shut the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this time, i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or &lt;u&gt;you'll get it&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you are reading this post, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;deal with it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;dont give a damn&lt;/em&gt;. biatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e310/LearningToFall/annoyed.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e310/LearningToFall/boosaysfuckoff.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e310/LearningToFall/choke.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114692897583295809?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114692897583295809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114692897583295809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114692897583295809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114692897583295809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck.html' title='fuck.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114666055747976928</id><published>2006-05-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o what!?</title><content type='html'>gees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing fun about today is during pj time. and the rest, was quite boring. well, during pj time, we all um... played volleyball like last week, only that teacher wants us to serve the ball. we couldnt managed to serve the ball. and so were everyone... except for the volleyballers. then, we all started with four people, two on each side, then anu came in and join us; then, jess. after that, denise also come and join cause sharlene went out because she was so tired. then, she started joining us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played and played and played and our game of volleyball turned into em... EPL!? instead of kicking the ball, both jess and anu started kicking the ball, up and down. then, we quit. we all talk and si wei was bitten by this wasp. me and grandma-sarah was arguing (for fun) whether to put lemon or vinegar on the swollen scar she got where the bug bitten her, cause wasp got alkali (or is it acid!?) sting, so we decided that it WOULD be the best idea to neutralise it with acid. then, um... she didn't put neither one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, anu fell down- in um... a water puddle. she ended up wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during bm class, vinosha come and sit with me, and it was all funny. she keep singing stickwitu, and she keep repeating , "i dont wanna go another day" it was very fun, sitting with vinosha. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114666055747976928?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114666055747976928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114666055747976928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114666055747976928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114666055747976928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/05/oo-what_03.html' title='O.o what!?'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114656180042381216</id><published>2006-05-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um... yeah... okay... 2 days without going online is a tough one but i did severals of nice things including tuition... i know tuition not nice, but um... yea... it is nice. cause i had lots of fun with anu making me laugh. and the sejarah quiz... i LOVE sejarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... maybe i'm mental. anyways, gtg. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v697/x0kAiTyLiN0x/AvAtArS/somethingsareworthit.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v697/x0kAiTyLiN0x/AvAtArS/foreveralways.gif" /&gt;&lt;img 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eat, sleep, go to moral class, sleep, recess, sleep, then go home, sleep. lol... i was sick, so i was helpless and bound to the curse of the antibiotic pills that i swallowed this morning. but IT did made me feel a lot better. i watched the notebook (starring rachel mcadam) just now. and it was so nice and romantic!!! and it made me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, me and sarah played this utterly stupid but fun game. i wrote one line and she'll continue the next without looking at the line that i wrote (except for the FIRST line, that- she can see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;one day, george decided to visit her aunt in new york. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;screamed at the banana which made him fell down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; he sounded like a monkey....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(the list goes on and on... until you have no space of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's mine and sarah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue's mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink's sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One day, Jesse from Texas went to visit her aunt in downtown New York City, Manhattan. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saw a hot-looking babe on the way there and stopped in his tracks. He said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Are you the most famous teenage sensation aka the drug addict who always have one night stand, Lindsay [Lohan] ? I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;think you're really pretty. Wanna go out?" He walked towards her and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;screamed his head off because Lindsay "drug addict" Lohan had jumped on his aunt's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pid sty. He pulled that girl to the sty and started playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cards with his aunt's dancing donkey which seriously made him laughed because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he liked her very much. He then smiled and said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We will, we will rock you, BABY!" Jesse was jumping around with his banjo when he suddenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;screamed. He saw a face at the window. No, not a face but a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;flying pig flew out from nowhere and suddenly, it went down to Jesse and his aunt and sang, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Confessions of A Broken Heart". It sounded very much like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;looping dog so that it'll jump on Jesse and get rid of his homesick hiccups and when it did, Jesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;farted. His aunt thought he was really disgusting and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jumped around like a monkey because he got a beautiful gorilla for a girlfriend instead of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a computer. Then he went back to Texas riding a jumping kangaroo. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lol... a jumping kangaroo... anyways, i gotta go and sleep. bye everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/goodenough.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/kissonthebeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/lagunabeach12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/inlove.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/lagunabeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/notebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/ocmarissa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/ocloveanywhere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/oc_always.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/sumseth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/summersmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/thenotebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/thhearts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/thiloveyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/thneverletgo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/ththfollowyourheat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/truelove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/thmyonlyone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j183/adrablenerd-/thrrriiir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where they live happily ever after... actually um... they um... nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. i got influenced by the notebook...-.-''')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114597209684427558?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114597209684427558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114597209684427558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114597209684427558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114597209684427558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/zoom.html' title='zoom.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114588159158285304</id><published>2006-04-24T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puan geetha actually want us to do the real cheerleading instead of the dancing-no spirit cheer&lt;s&gt;lead&lt;/s&gt;ing. she want us to practise all the moves, and the jumps and stuff. i just realised our school's cheering is only about dancing. being a cheerleader is being a, well a cheer LEADER, literally. and of course to spread your spirit and your commitment to your team. like um. you are a st.michael's. you dont join the cheering team because you like dancing, its because you want to put a part of your spirit in st.michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plus, i dont really understand why, but nobody except the xavier cheering team really spread the spirit of commitment. they dont smile at all. smiling and grinning is another way of spreading your team spirit. and lastly, working together. you must work together to win after all, right? and that's how you can get the spirit stick (spirit stick rocks! our camp's spirit stick looks like a wand, and a star on top. looks like the one that faeries hold everytime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl ask me to join but NOOO.... i, on the other hand... MUST GET 7A IN PMR. cheerleading is not my priority (sp?) after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f319/Joanita2512/cheerleader.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f357/babybunny73/Cheerleader_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e319/xOx_st3phy_xOx/icons/thbringit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e49/luvcharmed/13758.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114588159158285304?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114588159158285304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114588159158285304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114588159158285304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114588159158285304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e319/xOx_st3phy_xOx/icons/th_thbringit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114579775917327478</id><published>2006-04-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha...</title><content type='html'>heya everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;went to jusco tebrau city again. this time, jie's whole family went together. they planning to eat those hard stuff (&lt;b&gt;kentucy, kfc, etc...&lt;/b&gt;) and using that to torment me. we went around, she went to the groceries. and i was forced to follow her.andy, her son was so thristy, he went around trying samples of drinks and food. since i had the liking of eating nugget. i ate it and a sharp pain came from my teeth. painful. &lt;i&gt;hui kee asked me to "tahan" (stand) the pain until next week&lt;/i&gt;. so in the mean time, i can only &lt;b&gt;eat porridge&lt;/b&gt; and swallow stuff ; that means &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;eating&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anyways, after the groceries, we went around, walking and walking. jie will only buy me that particular shirt if the price is around 50ringgit below. we went around MNG, topshop, esiprit, elle, etc.etc. oh yeah, and guess. she was complaining on how i choose the shirt/clothes/skirt. she said &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the design was nice but the price was overloading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. then we went to other shops, she said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the price was affordable but the design like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. and then, we went into hush puppies. the doggie so cute!!! lol. oh yea, we went around, searching for clothes cause the designs are nice the price are quite reasonable. then i bought this t-shirt (jie thinks that the yellow one is nice, but the other one i bought look like um... no idea). jie refuse to let me buy white cause she thinks i look sucky in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;then we went home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the moment, i can't &lt;u&gt;eat&lt;/u&gt;, i can't &lt;u&gt;breathe&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;b&gt;stupid flu&lt;/b&gt;...), i can't &lt;u&gt;bite&lt;/u&gt;, i can't &lt;u&gt;sing&lt;/u&gt;, i can't &lt;u&gt;talk&lt;/u&gt;, i &lt;i&gt;can't do anything at all&lt;/i&gt;. all i can do is just blow my nose, cough, and update my blog + doing my homework plus doing revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;braces&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;pink&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; avatars for your viewing pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/thevil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/thlovedice.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/13134.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/47550.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one... i like it... but i dont really want everyone to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/thkotek.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imforgotten91.modblog.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/thheartattackbydekanerab5jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, people... ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114579775917327478?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114579775917327478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114579775917327478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114579775917327478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114579775917327478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/ha.html' title='ha...'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d62/abanden/Avatars/th_thevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114568194103244024</id><published>2006-04-22T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water spirit</title><content type='html'>...and after watching water spirit for the second time, i still don't geddit. the ending especially. this time i managed to pull kor along with me. it end up badly. he refuse to let me cover my eyes with my sweater and PLUS i can't eat popcorn cause i have braces attached to my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's worse is... we watched it at night and sat in the middle where um... where are surrounded by people. and what happened was, i keep jumping and twitching. and that LITTLE girl beside me was already giggling. but i got the last laugh since was the one who's screaming all the time. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor was swooning over that ugilfied car, dont know for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at 11.15pm. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. send me the story lah, si wei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114568194103244024?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114568194103244024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114568194103244024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114568194103244024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114568194103244024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/water-spirit.html' title='water spirit'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114534767857490686</id><published>2006-04-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sharlene's party.</title><content type='html'>last saturday, it was sharlene's birthday party. i reached there late; later than everybody else. except for gwee, he arrived at 8. so, once i get there, this fann keeping talking and introducing everyone on the mike. presuming that she's the emcee of the party. and then she asked yoke perng to tell jokes. it was quite um. lame (no offence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't eat anything, and there was this BIG plate of spagetti on the table in front of me. asked stephanie to shared it with me. and we had difficulties eating it because we got no forks. and we ate with the spoon. very troublesome indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we played limbo rock. okay. i suck in it so i decided to help out. with steph. erica's quite good and pro in it. arif and ryan also. very superb. and then we played twister. still can sms some more. everyone (not) was over everybody. and everybody got pushed off. sara keep swearing. that little boy was putting ice on the guy's hand. chuan yang and ian was like shouting, cause they were annoyed. &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; annoyed. i gave up cause my backbone was aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was curious because everybody is outside the toilet. :S and we had no idea ryan was um. turning his left more than 180degrees to the back. the cake cutting happened next. sang song. then when we are eating, jaisharn did this headstand. very cool!!! some of them asked sharlene to opened her present, and so, me, sara, steph, yoke perng, and gwee went and play cho tai ti. poor yoke perng had to pick up the card after gwee took his (yoke perng's) card (after being distributed) and make it fly? (there;s other word for but forgotten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then steph went home, sara went church, yoke perng went home, so me and gwee talk and talk until my mum came. he also tought me this magic trick. unfortunately he forgot others. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum came and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to amanda's house.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;etc.etc.&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = =&lt;br /&gt;monday (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored to death. sat 2627, that chee keong made everybody laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114534767857490686?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114534767857490686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114534767857490686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114534767857490686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114534767857490686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sharlenes-party.html' title='sharlene&apos;s party.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114500032089515427</id><published>2006-04-14T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:19.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jusco tebrau</title><content type='html'>i finally edit my tagboard after the so-called few hours later. my day starts of with my mum waking me up at around 5am. she keep saying "late already!" and then i woke up looking like a ghost (think samara) and then i replied her, "no school today...". &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;seriously, i think my blur genes are from my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;went to jusco tebrau city today. didnt expect that there would be so many people there, at 9.45am in the morning. and so, me and jie with her daughter go and shop. i went to bodyglove to find the good and pretty _______ gone. so, i went back to jie and her daughter. she was taking some clothes, which end up like a mountain in the trolley, &lt;s&gt;drowning eva&lt;/s&gt; (jie's daughter). went to tropicana life and found nice _________, and so i bought it. hope sharlene will like it... as i waited for my jie with my niece, saw a lot of seniors, ex-seniors and juniors. it's like i am back in school though i am not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my sister is shopping so happily, and i am bored (that was one hour later). i keep urging my sister to go home. and so, she let me walk around the whole jusco. went to the movies and buy ticket and watch water spirit, since i wanna see that movie desperately.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; it was quite scary since i was only one sitting in that particular row&lt;/span&gt; (nobody wanna watch in the morning). i think &lt;strong&gt;the whole cinema&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;only about 20 people watching&lt;/em&gt;... cause i, myself watching the movie alone (without my family + friends). the movie was scary (duh...) and it send my popcorn flying everywhere. and my legs was on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conclusion: no buying popcorn when you want to watch horror movie AND remember to bring your sweater/jacket/anything that can cover ur eyes AND dont use the bucket (the one you put your popcorn in) to cover your eyes as it can fly everywhere since u are shaking really badly. &lt;em&gt;this is for safety precaution&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;after the movie, went to the bookshop and saw a new meg cabot book... party princess : volume 7... i was reading halfway went someone say "hi..." it was sue lynn! haha... keep bumping into everyone today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... i gtg... bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ANYWAYS... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHARLENE!!! may your wishes and dreams come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114500032089515427?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114500032089515427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114500032089515427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114500032089515427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114500032089515427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/jusco-tebrau.html' title='jusco tebrau'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114493203232300684</id><published>2006-04-13T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>layout change.</title><content type='html'>dear bloggers/readers,&lt;br /&gt;is my layout okay?&lt;br /&gt;nvm about that. anyways, i'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to change/edit my layout. but at least i'm done with nearly all of them except the tagboard where the colour of my old layout still remains there. guess i'll &lt;i&gt;take a rest&lt;/i&gt; and edit the tagboard maybe a &lt;b&gt;few hours later&lt;/b&gt; XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;mum bringing me go tebrau city to buy sharlene's present since i got what she (sharlene) wants (&lt;i&gt;i asked her to wrote 20 things that she wants&lt;/i&gt;). and then going church tomorrow for good friday. and then on saturday, sharlene's b'day bash/party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, watching &lt;i&gt;american idol&lt;/i&gt; results right now. just realised there are &lt;b&gt;3 girls left&lt;/b&gt;! yikes!!! too much of an idol mania. haha. shall shift away. will come back to edit the tagboard later.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; bye, people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114493203232300684?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114493203232300684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114493203232300684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114493203232300684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114493203232300684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/layout-change_13.html' title='layout change.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114447502336812241</id><published>2006-04-08T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>hi, bloggers/readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not blogging around these few days. that's because i am banned from the computer. except for weekends. recently, the computer broke down, so everything in the computer has been deleted (thank God my songs and my important files are not deleted). so, now, by blog's on HIATUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos, peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114447502336812241?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114447502336812241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114447502336812241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114447502336812241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114447502336812241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/04/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114381103433964969</id><published>2006-03-31T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh.</title><content type='html'>so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgotten what happened today. oh yeah, that braces... -.-''' totally hate it. anyways, i should continue my endless story. it reached until more than 3 books and then i stop. some story about a girl who's suppose to slay one &lt;s&gt;psycho&lt;/s&gt; dragon which is feared by many creatures in the particular imaginary world (think narnia) and she had a crush on this fella, who's suspected as the &lt;s&gt;psycho&lt;/s&gt; dragon's apprentice and godson. weird story. but the two so-called-book-reviewer, um, 4 actually (cheok, karishma, hui yin, and someone else) said it was nice. so i go make it more horrible. see what they can do. when i pass the 3 books to mel for a review. she go scribble my book and wrote out all my grammar mistake (thanks mel!) which helped me improve my english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plus, american idol. lisa went out (and poor paris cried because of her. they're like bff!) !!! :(( actually i knew what was going to happened when i heard her sing "because of you" by kelly clarkson. nobody is in their right mind to sing this type of after-you-sing-&lt;strong&gt;one-line&lt;/strong&gt;-then-you'll-get-breathless song. even if i enter AI, i'll never pick that song. it's scary. but the worst part of last night's result show is... katherine mcphee's actually in the bottom 3 !! she sang so nice! why america voted for others, but not katherine, who sang christina aguilera's "the voice within" like an angel!!! eish... the voting is based on how they sing every week, not who you like!!! nvm... i shall calm &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should stop here. bye, dear bloggers/readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114381103433964969?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114381103433964969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114381103433964969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114381103433964969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114381103433964969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/03/bleh.html' title='bleh.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114370580580871112</id><published>2006-03-30T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;hi, dearest readers and bloggers&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it have been such a LONG time when i left this poor blog alone. well, er... that's what i did to my old blogspot. life at school today was kinda extraordinary. there's no teacher teaching (except that we had to copy that essay ques. for bm and draw figure 4.9 and 4.10 which IS... the male and female reproductive system for science- the obscene-ness!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the definition(sp?) is that er, we keep talking about the um... nvm. so, sarah, anu, vivee, anis, and me started cracking up and laughing non-stop, though we got complains from our fellow classmate. the subject changed and we started talking about &lt;s&gt;sexual intercourse&lt;/s&gt; (i know it's &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt;. please bear with me). but that conversation end after miss yap went into our class (while puan kang went to 3a, argh!!!) and started talking crap about OCBC, and started talking in tamil. it seems that vhinosha is the only one who can translate for us... and she told us what it mean... and we started laughing and joking around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, the bell rang&lt;/em&gt;. end of story. &lt;strong&gt;bye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114370580580871112?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114370580580871112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114370580580871112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114370580580871112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114370580580871112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-dearest-readers-and-bloggers-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114344771863860872</id><published>2006-03-27T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin.</title><content type='html'>as you can see dear people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i change my old black and white skin to a new green colour skin. it seems to greenish for me though. and i dedicate this blog today to.... (um.... don't mind the complain up there) my dearest "grandma", sarah!!! haha... it's her &lt;s&gt;15th&lt;/s&gt; 51st birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and si wei (we are her "granddaughter") bought her a bird. actually, its not quite like a bird. it's just a bodyglove purse. we call it a bird cause she (sarah) saw it fly from si wei's desk to mine. so we called it a bird out of fun. lol. and so... it's her birthday!!! we wish you happiness and stuffs... oh yeah...we want more aunties and uncles. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114344771863860872?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114344771863860872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114344771863860872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114344771863860872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114344771863860872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-skin.html' title='new skin.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114325332773356020</id><published>2006-03-25T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heya ((:</title><content type='html'>i have no idea why am i doing early in the morning but... never mind. i'll just blog about yesterday. and btw, today's hui ying's (our dear st.michael's vice-capt.) birthday! happy birthday to her!!! and yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who had some party for the marching girls cause they won marching!!! and then si wei, who was in charge of calling the pizza, was like going mental. she told me that she call around 4 times. because she keep calling different  places. lol. then we went down after school, i was there... supervising the juniors. walk around and around. wenli (the commander) also walk around with the teddy bear in a plastic bag which is in her hand. and si wei went down finding wern-li.  and then everybody come already, we all opened the pizza and gave it to the juniors, kept some (actually a whole box) for wai mun, some for wern-li, and a whole box for the michael teacher. and we opened the pizzas, and decided to sing happy birthday for hui ying. hehe... then wern-li come... with er.. three boxes of cake. -.-''' crazy, right ? then we sang happy birthday again. and after that, she say she have to go...  the pizza box (with the pizza inside, duh...) that we was supposed to give to teacher has been er... &lt;strong&gt;vandalise&lt;/strong&gt; and then, we all scribble some more. um... actually i am not in this also, wendy and eva's the one who scribble and vandalise it. aih... nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all took photo with half of the marching girls (since another half of them ran away),  and took more. aiks. then clean the table, put it back, etc.etc. then go home. and go straight away to the dentist. the dentist say that i can only put the thing. not the wire because i cant tighten it since the seperator or something is gone. and it was horrible. and say that i can only tighten it next week, friday. haih... anyways, gtg. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114325332773356020?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114325332773356020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114325332773356020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114325332773356020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114325332773356020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/03/heya.html' title='heya ((:'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114258653054024127</id><published>2006-03-17T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>my teeth hurt. ouch. i remembered about that woman saying no pain, no gain. aiks. putting braces isn't really worth it lor. but as soon as i saw the model of my teeth... i was thinking, 'maybe i should really put on those braces.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i told wendy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, she replied that to me. i was laughing. and btw. i enjoy ice-cream and i love it. hehe... i should probably go... bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114258653054024127?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114258653054024127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114258653054024127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114258653054024127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114258653054024127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch_17.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24112410.post-114240820940386302</id><published>2006-03-15T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:22:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>hi, people! i got a new blog and decided to ditch the old blogspot since it was so cacat. okayla. it was quite cacat. just leave the old one alone. anyways... my first skin is this black and white thing. cause i am sick of seeing colours. my eyes hurts la... i even changed my xanga layout from &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;(so sick of it already) to &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;white&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and um... yeah... &lt;u&gt;what shall i blog about today??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays? anything la...went to cameron highlands on friday after school, and just arrived home yesterday. for more go to my xanga and read. my cameron highland entry in xanga a bit like um... essay. whatever... too lazy to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gtg, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24112410-114240820940386302?l=leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/feeds/114240820940386302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24112410&amp;postID=114240820940386302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114240820940386302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24112410/posts/default/114240820940386302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leavemealoneordie.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>tracyt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05015216574722291499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJMSzAFfrsU/SxPjseEkwfI/AAAAAAAAEgI/eJOFrCj69oY/S220/11061_185082043963_753998963_2946277_5204243_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
