<?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-19866163</id><updated>2012-01-23T03:10:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Of A Bunch of 17 and a half yr olds ;)</title><subtitle type='html'>LIFE: as we see it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-1189513492548131540</id><published>2008-06-18T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:23:22.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people and money.</title><content type='html'>Will you betray a good friend because of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will people turn into when their greed takes over them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-1189513492548131540?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/1189513492548131540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=1189513492548131540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/1189513492548131540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/1189513492548131540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-and-money.html' title='people and money.'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-2489074454004484140</id><published>2008-01-28T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:38:09.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efforts.</title><content type='html'>We had a steamboat gathering dinner , finished up by fus and a very very extreemly long pool game (not play many games but is one loong game) on the 26th Jan '08 at about 7.30pm onwards. It was fun and is to be advised to practice it more in future. Looking forward for the CNY house hopping.. i hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remark- Lam's english jatuh badly after entering tarc.&lt;br /&gt;              - Egg experiments, all failed.&lt;br /&gt;              - Steamboat is a good interacting dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Updated  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-2489074454004484140?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/2489074454004484140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=2489074454004484140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/2489074454004484140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/2489074454004484140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2008/01/efforts.html' title='Efforts.'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-1651811252912851039</id><published>2007-10-07T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:42:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its been forever since i last blogged... Guess its college that pulled me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After high school, everybody is busy with their own new chapter of their lives. No matter what, we still take time out to catch up with each other right?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Apparently, the melawati high gang is now spreaded around the Klang Valley...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Michelle, Juney, Wy lyn, and Ken Jon is now HELP student as Alvin and me happily stuck in Taylor's, sesat Poh Yei chasing her law education in Brickfields(now planning to change to nursing.. haha), Mr Yap yup and Fung Wern in Nottinghams and last but not least, Jojo doing her A levels in TARC. (sorry if I've missed out anybody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing will stop the high school kids from hanging out again aitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Therefore, i suggest we all should set a special date where everybody have to keep each other free to throw out a BIG party annually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;back to myself... ARGH!!! at times i hate graduation!! the "form5 bye bye, take care in life" feeling is coming back again. Covering the last few chapters in my text books for every classes and preparing for finals. After that?? HOLIDAY!! graduation.... woohoo =(? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;long one indeed... dun worry buddies! I'll TRY to drive from house to house to visit all of u.. hehe since all of you still have classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Uni next year?? time flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;newayz dats all for now.. won't know when will i ever blog again.. tata for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-1651811252912851039?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/1651811252912851039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=1651811252912851039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/1651811252912851039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/1651811252912851039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-hello.html' title='hello hello !!!'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-5127985988204749541</id><published>2007-05-11T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:28:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts!</title><content type='html'>to lilchickas's loyal readers that still constantly reading our blog..sorry for the not updating bla bla bla.. we got hell loads of excuses if u don't mind reading..which we won't.. we are nice people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;?? i totally don't believe such statement.. let me prove it to youu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RkSKC3WQIaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l3GqNg33qcY/s1600-h/come+around.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RkSKC3WQIaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l3GqNg33qcY/s320/come+around.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063323662892933538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay picture this.. X is you... you did something wrong.. lets apply it on phrase "what goes around comes around" you did something wrong..when it comes to 1 round..u will still do that same mistake.. so what logic is it that whatever u do will happen on you? since what goes around comes around?? meaning what u do in the time frame..in1 full circle..u are gonna do the same thing..so what logic is there in the "what comes around goes around" phrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm havin non-alcoholic beer... taste like beer but no alcohol so the end taste is distilled water... not too bad.. 1/2 price of beer ahaha i didn't know alcohol tasted so expensive.. hhahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-5127985988204749541?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/5127985988204749541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=5127985988204749541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5127985988204749541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5127985988204749541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/05/thoughts_11.html' title='thoughts!'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RkSKC3WQIaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l3GqNg33qcY/s72-c/come+around.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-5331700567220812333</id><published>2007-05-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:39:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Berat bebanku&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;Separuh nafas jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Sirna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan salahmu&lt;br /&gt;Apa dayaku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin benar cinta sejati&lt;br /&gt;Tak berpihak&lt;br /&gt;Pada kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Kasihku&lt;br /&gt;Sampai disini kisah kita&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tangisi keadaannya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan karena kita berbeda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan lagu.....lagu ini&lt;br /&gt;Melodi rintihan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Kisah kita berakhir di Januari&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal kisah sejatiku&lt;br /&gt;Wow....pergilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen Fredly-Januari&lt;br /&gt;-Good song-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-5331700567220812333?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/5331700567220812333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=5331700567220812333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5331700567220812333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5331700567220812333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/05/berat-bebanku-meninggalkanmu-separuh.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-4505812435901820094</id><published>2007-04-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:27:00.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the mating cat picture i took few weeks/months ago... i hav lill kitties running around my hse area already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-4505812435901820094?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/4505812435901820094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=4505812435901820094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/4505812435901820094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/4505812435901820094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/04/mating-cat-picture-i-took-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-8613186477547364236</id><published>2007-03-15T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:39:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back home.</title><content type='html'>I'm back and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna inform that my blog has moved to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overdosedrug.blogspot.com"&gt;www.overdosedrug.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-8613186477547364236?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/8613186477547364236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=8613186477547364236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/8613186477547364236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/8613186477547364236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-home.html' title='back home.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-9208593260687774829</id><published>2007-03-14T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:46:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look below!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is serious stuff. Leave your comments and msges in the comment box below the post. DON'T LEAVE IT IN THE MESSAGE BOX AT THE SIDE. thx once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;look below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-9208593260687774829?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/9208593260687774829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=9208593260687774829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/9208593260687774829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/9208593260687774829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-below.html' title='look below!'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-3383523525295758860</id><published>2007-03-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:16:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECOTOURISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear fellow friends, first of all I want to congratulate Miss Lim Jo Lene for scoring all A's and the rest for doing so well in their SPM (thank God its over).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok. I NEED YOUR HELP(s)!&lt;br /&gt;I am currently doing my CCA project on&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ECOTOURISM&lt;/span&gt; for my world issue subject in college. Its about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ECOTOURISM&lt;/span&gt;. It'll be nice if you all can leave your point of views on Ecotourism in Malaysia. heee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What is Ecotourism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ecotourism is = Tourism involving travel to areas of natural or ecological interest, typically under the guidance of a naturalist, for the purpose of observing wildlife and learning about the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E.g - Visiting Taman Negara, Batang Ai in Sarawak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecotourism is often trumpeted as a way to save wildlife but what about rural people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecotourism is to give a chance to urban people to keep in touch with nature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecotourism is destroying the wildlifes (poluted by tourism).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecotourism industry plays a role in the country's economy status.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecotourism is &lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is it good or bad? In what forms? Any questions? Fell free to shoot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is just the begining, please argue among one another about this issue and leave your point of views in the comment box below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU ARE NOT A BLOGGER, NVM! set Anonymous as your identity, leave your text together with your name at the comment box. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! =D    &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-3383523525295758860?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/3383523525295758860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=3383523525295758860' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/3383523525295758860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/3383523525295758860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/03/ecotourism.html' title='ECOTOURISM'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-7007948004206786467</id><published>2007-02-20T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:27:10.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I think the clock is ticking very fast. It's Feb already in a blink of an eye. Maybe to people who hasn't been doing anything will be cursing by now. :D Go and do something alright? Time is gold. Time is precious. Time might bring you something or sometimes.. nothing? :D It's all random crap but there's always a meaning behind every word I said. So deep *impressed* Okie. stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna add something here before I leave again la actually.. Nothing much to say..&lt;br /&gt;Guess I leave it all to banglas who are lazy and who lost the passion in blogging.. right, Mr Yap? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiAozzz!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-7007948004206786467?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/7007948004206786467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=7007948004206786467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/7007948004206786467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/7007948004206786467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-5175416047149297525</id><published>2007-02-15T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T10:44:54.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Being in college and giving excuse of not having enough time to blog is a BAD excuse!..&lt;br /&gt;This post is solely to fill in the missing gaps b4 its 2weeks straight without a new post.. sorry to the readers out there that comes clicking almost everytime and disappointed coz there is nothing new..&lt;br /&gt;our faithful bloggers are somewhere..they should be able to find their way back here somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling i want to talk about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French Fries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i think i shouldn't so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head on to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_fries"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_fries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting it may seem.. the stuff we eat daily.. or frequently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="_ref-belgourmet_0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_fries#_note-belgourmet" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-5175416047149297525?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/5175416047149297525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=5175416047149297525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5175416047149297525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5175416047149297525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-5858299113026433826</id><published>2007-02-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:40:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lill fun for your enjoyment =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgGDLymmXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/awwS-B5n3Mc/s1600-h/Pics258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgGDLymmXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/awwS-B5n3Mc/s320/Pics258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028275635733567858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgF6LymmWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ASoCnWemS2M/s1600-h/Pics259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgF6LymmWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ASoCnWemS2M/s320/Pics259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028275481114745186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittens in the making =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgGXrymmYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AK7lP1E3XHU/s1600-h/Pics249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgGXrymmYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AK7lP1E3XHU/s320/Pics249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028275987920886146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did u realize there is such room for such occasion? i just found it out like urrm...a week ago..&lt;br /&gt;Parkson 2nd Floor near the customer service table... bwahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-5858299113026433826?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/5858299113026433826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=5858299113026433826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5858299113026433826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5858299113026433826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/02/lill-fun-for-your-enjoyment.html' title='a lill fun for your enjoyment =)'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/RcgGDLymmXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/awwS-B5n3Mc/s72-c/Pics258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-5559380481730952953</id><published>2007-01-21T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:52:04.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bias truth about men</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The nice men are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The handsome, nice, and heterosexual men are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have no money, are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have money and thank God are straight, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-5559380481730952953?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/5559380481730952953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=5559380481730952953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5559380481730952953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/5559380481730952953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/01/bias-truth-about-men.html' title='the bias truth about men'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-9168720051086203185</id><published>2007-01-14T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:57:55.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good morning good afternoon good evening and good night =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it took me ages to access the page...wthh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;may the God grant Graeme's wish&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;so others may blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ahaha sounds so from "the guardian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;almost everyone is  busy with coll.... i still think its abit too early to even start coll..i mean seriously...after 11years of agonizing studies and going to school...more than 11 years i would say...too early too early..tsk tsk tsk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and its my preference whether u like it onot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hav a good day ladies and gentlemen..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-9168720051086203185?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-3244339035220398279</id><published>2007-01-02T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:07:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OUR READERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wish your new year is filled with LOVE, JOY, PEACE, SERENITY, and  SUCCESS always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;new year, new lilchickas, never end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lotsa love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LILCHICKAS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-3244339035220398279?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/3244339035220398279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=3244339035220398279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/3244339035220398279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/3244339035220398279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-8707884673252228240</id><published>2007-01-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:00:16.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware of STING !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i am back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;prove Graemmmiiieee wrong.. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;neway i am not back juz to prove Mr Yap wrong la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;its a sad case.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lilchickas is falling apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BUT I am not gonna let it happen.. rite Mr Yap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i kno Jo n Mich wun give in too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;June n Choo.. mann lilchickas will b even closer with dem married..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Vinny is still alive! so wat the hack! Lilchickas ain't falling apart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;lets go for a lilchickas holiday when every1 is back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;got a nice place to picnic in Morib!! hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;near n dun worry.. totally no swimming.. juz fly kites n picnic n sing lalala~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-8707884673252228240?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/8707884673252228240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=8707884673252228240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/8707884673252228240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/8707884673252228240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/01/beware-of-sting.html' title='beware of STING !'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-3041515263956753338</id><published>2007-01-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:19:05.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehhm</title><content type='html'>i'm not lost..i'm just lazy to upgrade to the new blogger..so troublesome.. =P&lt;br /&gt;i just proved u wrong mryap =P kuakuakua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has happened over the past year...well..its 365 days and i'm sure at least something had happened in one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping 2007 will be awesome... hav a great dayy !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-3041515263956753338?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/3041515263956753338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=3041515263956753338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/3041515263956753338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/3041515263956753338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2007/01/ehhm.html' title='Ehhm'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-889430745795328467</id><published>2006-12-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:22:06.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urban-Vintage night.</title><content type='html'>That's the Melawati 2006 gala night theme. Alright, don't ask me about the nonsensical theme of the year 2006. I have no idea.. if you would like to know any further.. Call xxx xxxxxxx, the organiser. They were probably sitting around the table and discuss about it then, POP! How about Urban-Vintage? Or when one was burping, he went "urrrrrrrrrbbbbb-ban"... and the next word?.. brain wave! "vINtAgE!!! Let's call it Urrrrrrrrrbbbbb-ban Vintage".... Okie, kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started considerably later than what we were informed.. They should really have, as said by Tsing Hsieh, added (Malaysian Time) after the time stated. After sitting and snapping pictures for about half an hour, we can finally proceed to the registration counter and then to the ball room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I was taken aback by the size of the ballroom... in a bad way.. Let's call it a MINI-SAVE-COST one. Well, I don't think I shall say more about it since the tickets only priced RM85 each.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to expect from a Prom since I was a Prom-virgin.. I think it was quite organised after all. Cheers to the organisers! We got some small souvenir (a cute phone string for young ladies and ring for old men :p) upon getting a chop stated Melawati bla bla bla (didn't bother to read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me an impression of a young teen (bo lui ma) wedding dinner anyway. A table covered with RED (if I am not mistaken) tablecloth at the front and beige for the rest. About 100+ people arrived for the long-awaited-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event kicked off when the emcee announced we could grab a plate and satisfy ourselves with the food served. Yeaps, a buffet. I must say I enjoy the FOOD!! Especially the lamb sausages! Ummmmpphhh! Pei... I cannot forget the taste! :D I dunno about the rest.. but I personally think the buffet was above everything throughout the night! :D Oh wait.. Kie, the company was the best after all ;)  Some bands were playing as we get the pleasure from munching.. Loud the music was not oustanding.. WE could barely hear a word clearly from the singer. Yes, I am not a fan of LOUD music anyway=Noisy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor was opened next. Yes, everybody went crazy and started shaking their booties. Unfortunately, I wasn't in such slutty bitchy mood. *teeheehee* Maybe an angel like me don't have that part in ME :) *teeheehee* At that time, it felt like you were in a club.. where the loud music blast and people dancing all the way... Poor Graeme who didn't like it at all sat at the table jaga-ing our stuffs. Eh, not only him actually.. I was back at my seat after a while.. Yes! you got it right! I don't really enjoy it.. Being a nice boyfriend, Hsiang accompanied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa... The 2006 titles event followed up soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom king was Yannick and his queen for the next amazing 5 minutes was Che Sarah's cousin sister ( I DUNNO HER NAME)&lt;br /&gt;For the WHOLE entire night.. They only had ONE slow dance which last for barely 10 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Potong nyer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended approximately at 10++pm I think. Everybody went off to continue snapping wonderful splendid pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gala night will obviously be part of my humble memory. Thank you to every soul (friend) who turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012778825259878626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3yGE3COI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Q2mLM1fwv0/s320/Picture+0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June and I, for a Rm500 dress.. it was worth it after all.. June got the best-dressed female title. ;) Hmm.. She got a necklace and flower I for that I think.*cheers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012778833849813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3ymE3CPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ILN4LU4UEGs/s320/Picture+0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.. The girls and guys on our table. I have to the the shortest la.. Kie, I AM the shortest. Bluek! YEala, unfair.. taller than I, somemore get a few inches tall heels. Unfair. No justice prevail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3ymE3CQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-bqY4Sbiv-k/s1600-h/Picture+0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012778833849813250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3ymE3CQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-bqY4Sbiv-k/s320/Picture+0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Graeme and his gorgeous date, Tsing Hsieh. This is Hsieh with his handsome date, Graeme. Let them groove with the flow for one minute.. and I am sure you will proceed to the next pic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012778833849813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3ymE3CRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EK47VJWshfQ/s320/Picture+0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The pretty, the hot, the stunning, the amazing, the dazzling, the CHOMEL :) Okie, ar.. I simply put one.. Too hyper already now.. No, lazy to think actually.. The young ladies to SUM it all. :) I like to move it, move it.. MOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3y2E3CSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jAgFQKJpaBI/s1600-h/Picture+0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012778838144780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3y2E3CSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jAgFQKJpaBI/s320/Picture+0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okie, I end this post with this picture.. There's a lot more.. But I shall save them for my own Blog. Jojo-petite, Tsing-siaokia and Mich-Leach . Two blacks and one Orange. :p The pendek-est undeniable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all the wrongs that I have done to you guys, Sincerely hereby, I am saying sorry. Thank you for making my life a BLAST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Jo Lene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-889430745795328467?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/889430745795328467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=889430745795328467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/889430745795328467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/889430745795328467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/12/urban-vintage-night.html' title='The Urban-Vintage night.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/RZD3yGE3COI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5Q2mLM1fwv0/s72-c/Picture+0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-8867841524905362887</id><published>2006-12-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:17:54.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The awful comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After upgrading this blog (thanks &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graeme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) to a more advance version only I found out few comments were not moderated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, before I go there.. I would like to inform &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contributors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that you have to upgrade your blogger as well provided having a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;google/gmail account&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so you could blog as usual again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, it's holiday NOW, you can blog at both, your own blog and also here! Yes, HERE!&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don't neglect something we agreed to set up a year ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yeah? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, done with that part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After proceeding from post to post to find out what those &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were about (it's rather disappointing), I am posting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously don't understand why &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;certain people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; insist on visiting if they think this blog &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sucks big time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or if &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they have a problem with any blogger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are about to say something, I really don't mind you, using the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;polite way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, tell us who you are than using the most common '&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANONYMOUS' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's your cock? Or if you are a girl.. I bet you never did face up when you walk on the pavements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilchickas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always welcome people who enjoy updates on us and also our lives.. We don't blog to get some crappy feedback and yes, insults to insults from.. what I guess.. Only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one BIG FAT UGLY MOUTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (fingers?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To oh-so-weird?-&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a life.. Go and do something that benefit(s) you than showing your bad humour here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is within a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everybody will write down new resolutions and do good all year LONG! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prosperous and Healthy as always..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo Lene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-8867841524905362887?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/8867841524905362887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=8867841524905362887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/8867841524905362887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/8867841524905362887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/12/awful-comeback.html' title='The awful comeback'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116686649008594719</id><published>2006-12-23T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:59:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle's birthday</title><content type='html'>No, it is not going down.&lt;br /&gt;A few pics from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s party. A few... very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6829/567/320/390152/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I only had a pic of the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;. It's a group pic also. Girls rock my &lt;s&gt;smelly&lt;/s&gt; socks very much. They have been a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;part of my highschool life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I wish it won't stop there just. We shall keep going and going and going &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like there's no tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Going what? where? I dunno.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gorgeous steamboat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the night (my pot is still at her place) Poor &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Irman&lt;/span&gt; couldn't join the steamboat.. They had&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mee goreng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead. Taste was kinda off too.. I mean the mee goreng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6829/567/1600/283812/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6829/567/320/566114/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess they were moving around a lot... So, that left only me looking &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;clear and cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;) CC=&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;clear &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;.. okie.. deal with me for a second will you?... *cough* pose for every shot is a must for sure.. Who doesn't right? ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6829/567/320/407305/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tsing and June with Hsiang along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I brought the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sparkling juice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there but I didn't even hit on it. Completely forgotten about that after all the eating and drinking.. I was so darn full that night till I was so lazy &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to pick and to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6829/567/320/775864/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okie.. I dunno what to put for caption.. Let's see... play spot the difference! whoever that get &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more than 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can come and collect their price from me. YES! A sweet. ;) This is going to be so fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then night went on but &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hsiang and I&lt;/span&gt; decided to ride on Irman's car home. That was actually the first ever time I left early.. What more? She's &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;one my the closest mates&lt;/span&gt; in highschool! lol... Just had to.. no transport home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;steamy-hot-boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. LETS HAVE MORE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To plan a small party is so difficult.. You just can't find the right time where everybody is free.. *sigh* So, no.. I don't want to do any :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, the post will be updates &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;on prom&lt;/span&gt; I guess.. Till then ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116686649008594719?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116686649008594719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116686649008594719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116686649008594719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116686649008594719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/12/michelles-birthday.html' title='Michelle&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116584332028738183</id><published>2006-12-11T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:22:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Sore....</title><content type='html'>First of all , look at the bottom of this post. Yes, your eyes ain't fooling you. Its really me , Choo Jin Ho , first time blogging in his sad life. :p Got nothing much to blog about , boring holidays , so far la. Will be leaving for Hong Kong tomorrow morning. Don't miss me too much guys , will be back this saturday. And...I HAVE A FUCKING COLD SORE. MAHAI....Cant kiss for quite some time. I think i can still remember how Jolin got this cacated lips before.And it sucks.Now i know how it feels.Oh and sorry mich for not being able to celebrate your birthday tomorrow with u guys! HAPPY BIRTHDAY and have fun without me!Im off to find a honkey chiq!! and a honkey boy for june too la...if i remember.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116584332028738183?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116584332028738183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116584332028738183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116584332028738183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116584332028738183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/12/cold-sore.html' title='Cold Sore....'/><author><name>Choo Jin Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14826533478308259257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116581009418834340</id><published>2006-12-11T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:16:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its after SPM so I can find some spare time to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Right. So it is my fault. If you dare to blog out exactly what is going on and excatly what we or rather I've SAID, Why don't just type out the real name? Why use alphabets? So basicallly its my fault. I'm having the mood swing and it is my fucking fault? Who the hell you think you are? Friends are friends. Sometime we need some space. Or atleast I think I can make used of some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For some people who knows me well enough. I'm not the most patient nor good tempered person in the world. When I get mad or pissed it will be a disaster. Don't irritate me. If you wanna join the group of people, play along with the flow or else get lost. You are new so get use to it babe! Jolene doesnt even complaint bout me not spending enough time together with her and all( or maybe she does but I just don't know), who are you to complaint? Come to think of it. the problem is not us. ITS YOU. No one is complaning but you. Play nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everyone has their mood swing. Yes I agree. I tried to control mine. I tried to pull myself and hung out over at Graeme's place the other day eventho I wasnt in the grestest mood. I did not show how terrible I was feeling inside. It is just the begining of our LONG LONG LONG holiday. Why wanna rush? Not like tomorrow is the end of the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't want history to repeat again. The conflict between Jolene, me and June last time was bad enough. Unless you want to go ahead. Suit urself. No one will stop you. It is just an outing issue. Don't make a big deal and fuss over it. Play nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go have fun. With or without me. It doesn't make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; The friendship will not tear apart by itself unless you do something to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My last words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you want to be heard. SPEAK UP. If you want to be seen. STAND UP. If you want to be appriciated. SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116581009418834340?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116581009418834340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116581009418834340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116581009418834340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116581009418834340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116568419417601983</id><published>2006-12-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:17:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are friends? who are your friends? who are not? Time proves it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Before SPM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Mannn i can't wait till SPM is over!&lt;br /&gt;B : Yea mannn.. got lotsa things to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;C : Get done with SPM 1st la den onli talk bout it...&lt;br /&gt;( too late.. A and B had everything planned adey... yoga, singapore, pool,shopping,karaoke, everythin dat u can think of la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;After SPM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;B : woohoo! can have fun adey!! wait till my fren's finish their papers.&lt;br /&gt;(wait wait wait n wait)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody finished SPM..&lt;br /&gt;B : Hey! lets do this.. lets do that..&lt;br /&gt;A : malas laaa&lt;br /&gt;C : Sure y not..&lt;br /&gt;(B and C went out..)&lt;br /&gt;B : oo last time planned thursday go pool..&lt;br /&gt;C : oo yea oo.. almost terlupa.. A planned it.. ask if its still on..&lt;br /&gt;A : hmmm nvm la.. malas la wanna pool&lt;br /&gt;K : Yo.. got BBQ wanna join? (asked A, B, and C)&lt;br /&gt;B n C : sure y not&lt;br /&gt;A : nehh.. malas la&lt;br /&gt;B : eh when wanna go out get prom dress?&lt;br /&gt;A : someother day la.. malas la..&lt;br /&gt;B : hey wanna go edu fair?&lt;br /&gt;A : whoops sorry i got party. (which also means a no)&lt;br /&gt;B : its okay.. so used to hearing a No.&lt;br /&gt;A : haha.. got to get used to it girl..&lt;br /&gt;B : yea everybd have their own lifes now.. all those must hang out, keep in touch, stay loved all.. bullshit..it'll all change into.. malas laa, no time laa, some other day la...&lt;br /&gt;A : v've always been like dat.. v need space.. have our own life.. i've got my xxx frens and N to   layan.. you have to get used to it.. you have your J fren too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yes i do have my J fren, i have my other friends too, i at one point put the few of YOU.. lilchickas(part of them) to priority. For those fun v spent together..&lt;br /&gt;just because of mood swings(as if others don't have) n malas-ness u'll turn everything down..&lt;br /&gt;HELLOO!! if you realize v r all tearing apart! tepuk sebelah tangan tidak berbunyi.. if v dun take the effort to stay in touch everything will b gone! i mean GONE! all those fun r just memories...&lt;br /&gt;or mayb u juz take us as ure "my have fun SCHOOL frens".. out of school.. dun think so i need them nemore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;really dunno wats happening.. is this the normal after SPM kinda life? everybd tearing apart? Started your friendships in school n left it back in school.. forgotten to keep it with you while you leave school dat day? r v juz stepping stones for each other to survive in high school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Whats happening?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116568419417601983?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116568419417601983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116568419417601983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116568419417601983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116568419417601983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-are-friends-who-are-your-friends.html' title='What are friends? who are your friends? who are not? Time proves it all'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116374234907084142</id><published>2006-11-17T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:45:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale about a girl......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She told herself not to go on9 till SPM is over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     "tsinghsieh" is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! (again......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haihhhhhh sooo mou tak kau!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a finished my acc paper!! woohooo!!! no more accounts!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116374234907084142?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116374234907084142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116374234907084142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116374234907084142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116374234907084142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/11/tale-about-girl.html' title='A tale about a girl......'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116364893468378383</id><published>2006-11-16T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:48:54.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheh.</title><content type='html'>I forgotten who told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Datuk AZHAR MANSOR&lt;/span&gt; (however you spell his name) actually convertED and he's has lost his Datuk-ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the crap told me this?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there's newspaper to update me a bit. Or else, I've just believe blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I live to tell the next tale-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116364893468378383?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116364893468378383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116364893468378383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116364893468378383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116364893468378383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheh.html' title='Cheh.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116323425860277349</id><published>2006-11-11T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:37:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruining a young girl's life for 15 minutes of pleasure ??</title><content type='html'>STUPID BLOODY F**KERS !!! &lt;br /&gt;together we curse them!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:!@^$^&amp;^%*&amp;amp;(*&amp;)$*$^$#@&amp;amp;^%*(*%(%&amp;$#+_)*^%$%$^$^$@!%!$"&gt;!@^$^&amp;amp;^%*&amp;(*&amp;amp;)$*$^$#@&amp;^%*(*%(%&amp;amp;$#+_)*^%$%$^$^$@!%!$&lt;/a&gt;#^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHOR BARU: An evening jogging session for a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13-year-old girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her father ended in her being &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raped by two men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday evening, the girl and her father were jogging in Kampung Gunung Pulai but she got left behind when her father raced ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, when the girl did not catch up, the father backtracked to look for her.He found her crying by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him that two men on a motorcycle had grabbed her and pushed her into the bush, where they stripped her and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;took turns to rape her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johor Baru (North) OCPD Asst Comm Ruslan Hassan said yesterday the rape lasted about &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another incident last Friday, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;15-year-old girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was out after midnight to meet her boyfriend was bundled into a car and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raped by four men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking from her house to Taman Cendana in Pasir Gudang about 12.30am when a car pulled up beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men grabbed her and once she was in the car, they raped her before dumping her at the Air Biru flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After some time, the girl composed herself and returned home and told her parents.The girl has lodged a police report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are prostitutes for ??&lt;br /&gt;make full use of them la !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all ladies out there, the world now adays is nasty.. u can never imagine what will happen to you once you step out of your house.. always be&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;allert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n if possible keep a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pepper spray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with you at all time !!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116323425860277349?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116323425860277349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116323425860277349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116323425860277349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116323425860277349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/11/ruining-young-girls-life-for-15_11.html' title='Ruining a young girl&apos;s life for 15 minutes of pleasure ??'/><author><name>ts!ng.hs!eH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473295460974308708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116295453596101414</id><published>2006-11-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:55:35.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2005 WHEN............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they&lt;br /&gt;don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone&lt;br /&gt;is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the&lt;br /&gt;screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the&lt;br /&gt;first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this&lt;br /&gt;message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this&lt;br /&gt;list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stress free message before u guy sits for SPM =) cheers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116295453596101414?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116295453596101414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116295453596101414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116295453596101414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116295453596101414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-you-are-living-in-2005-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116246406403938613</id><published>2006-11-02T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:41:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why insist on using English?</title><content type='html'>sumthing that i've found in my mailbox..it has been there for years fyi =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Mahathir insist on using English for math and science. Because global uses the language as information's and / or technology language at this moment.How danger it is if we're trying to use in&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa,especially in school. see example below.&lt;br /&gt;*hardware = barangkeras&lt;br /&gt;*software = baranglembut&lt;br /&gt;*joystick = batang gembira&lt;br /&gt;*plug and play = cucuk dan main&lt;br /&gt;*port = lubang&lt;br /&gt;*server = pelayan&lt;br /&gt;*client = pelanggan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try translate this:&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH :&lt;br /&gt;That server gives a plug and play service to the&lt;br /&gt;clients using either hardware or software joystick.The&lt;br /&gt;joystick goes into the port of the client. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHASA :&lt;br /&gt;Pelayan itu memberi pelanggannya layanan cucuk dan&lt;br /&gt;main dengan menggunakan batang gembira jenis keras&lt;br /&gt;atau lembut.Batang gembira itu&lt;br /&gt;dimasukkan ke dalam lubang pelanggan. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116246406403938613?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116246406403938613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116246406403938613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116246406403938613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116246406403938613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-insist-on-using-english.html' title='Why insist on using English?'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116231164762005527</id><published>2006-11-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:20:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Approved and here it is</title><content type='html'>Since nobody posted anything lately, I will just spare sometime to post a lil' crap here. This is a conversation between me and X, who is obviously a girl. You guys know her. A melawatian. So, why not take your wildest guess? *think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;¤ª¿ø £êÑë&lt;--  i am here says: yerh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;¤ª¿ø £êÑë&lt;--  i am here says: dont flirt la you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; X says: ermm.. dunno wat 2 blog lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --&gt;¤ª¿ø £êÑë&lt;--  i am here says: alahai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says: soo wat... i m single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:can do anythin now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says: beauty of *being* single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --&gt;¤ª¿ø £êÑë&lt;--  i am here : kie kie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --&gt;¤ª¿ø £êÑë&lt;--  i am here : i am going to copy paste that line kie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tell you who, anyway.. pretty obvious right? :D Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116231164762005527?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116231164762005527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116231164762005527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116231164762005527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116231164762005527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/11/approved-and-here-it-is.html' title='Approved and here it is'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116210682352089766</id><published>2006-10-29T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:27:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who yet to know...</title><content type='html'>hahaha.. hit me.. Melawati go go go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thestar.com.my/education/story.asp?file=/2006/10/29/education/15802208&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116210682352089766?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116210682352089766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116210682352089766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116210682352089766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116210682352089766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-those-who-yet-to-know.html' title='For those who yet to know...'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116196502388637028</id><published>2006-10-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:03:43.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As requested</title><content type='html'>I removed the previous posts so as the vandalising school properties one to avoid any unwanted scenarios to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appology to Prashant for I did not get permission from both parties to post the videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Choo don't have balls and can stuck your face into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tq very much&lt;br /&gt;Jo Lene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116196502388637028?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116196502388637028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116196502388637028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116196502388637028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116196502388637028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-requested.html' title='As requested'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-116114500134585695</id><published>2006-10-18T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:16:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysian drivers..</title><content type='html'>no one updated? hahaa fine i'll do it =P 2weeks ago..i was out in setapak..doin sum stuff after church.. apparently.. this cool kancil was havin its rest... check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC00270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our own malaysian driver..ahha i bet this guy surely failed side parking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;applause pls applausee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-116114500134585695?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/116114500134585695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=116114500134585695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116114500134585695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/116114500134585695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/malaysian-drivers.html' title='malaysian drivers..'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115997296572628184</id><published>2006-10-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:13:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You judge :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so bored at KLCC and we decided to continue where we left with.&lt;br /&gt;Remember about the long ago post? Where I post about... I better not reveal anything yet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, after movie, after walking for 10 minutes, we decided to stop at coffee bean. After much chattering around, I dunno who started this but CLICK TO SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbvVzrSkFV8" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So short? Not enough le right?&lt;br /&gt;See what's coming up next, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR NOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQVLvYANgu0" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem to attract your attention that much still??&lt;br /&gt;Okie, this shall be the third and also the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y161sqpnkOk" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DID it! WE MADE It HApPen.&lt;br /&gt;We, LILCHIKAS ASS recorded all. Actually, it was Jin Ho who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an award to give out today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE KISSER OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt; GOES TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*CHENG CHENG CHENG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MICHELLE TAN YEN PHING&lt;/span&gt;&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/19866163-115997296572628184?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115997296572628184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115997296572628184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115997296572628184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115997296572628184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-judge-d.html' title='You judge :D'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115986298086642996</id><published>2006-10-03T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:09:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear unknown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Your Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;If a guy shoot his thing out already, after that he try n put his penis into girl's vagina, can the women get pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pregnancy can happen when ejaculate or pre-ejaculate gets into the vagina or on the vulva. The sperm in the ejaculate or pre-ejaculate is what can cause pregnancy. If ejaculate or pre-ejaculate is spilled outside the body, the sperm can survive as long as the ejaculate is still wet. If the semen has dried, been wiped off, or washed off, there are no longer any living sperm, and pregnancy isn't possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There you go .... your answer... hope it helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115986298086642996?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115986298086642996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115986298086642996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115986298086642996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115986298086642996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-unknown_03.html' title='Dear unknown.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115977708639322451</id><published>2006-10-02T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:20:38.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you get pregnant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Your Question&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If for some odd and unknown reason a guy ejaculated in some bath water and a girl got in could she get pregnant from that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No. It's not possible for a woman to become pregnant if there is ejaculate (cum) or pre-ejaculate (pre-cum) in the water of a pool or bathtub. Sperm survive well in moist, warm places that are around body temperature. Pools are too cold, have too much chlorine, and too much water for sperm to survive. However, pregnancy is possible if cum or pre-cum comes into direct contact with a woman's vulva or vagina during sex play — in the water or on dry land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Your Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there any chance of you getting pregnant if you have sex in the water? Or do you have to wear a condom in order to not get pregnant in the water?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes, a woman can get pregnant if she has unprotected sex in the water. Pregnancy can happen when ejaculate or pre-ejaculate gets in the vagina or on the vulva, whether partners are having sex play in water or on dry land. Condoms can be used in the water to reduce the risk of pregnancy. They also reduce the risk of sexually transmitted infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jojo and Graeme can stop fighting over who is right and wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115977708639322451?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115977708639322451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115977708639322451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115977708639322451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115977708639322451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-you-get-pregnant.html' title='Can you get pregnant?'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115969860072485167</id><published>2006-10-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:34:37.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have not posted anything for quite sometime and finally decided to contribute something. Taa-daa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few pictures of Mr. Graeme Yap a.k.a the latest camwhore in Melawati High. hehe.. These are evidences showing that this fella is an actual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAMWHORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear graeme,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to be nice by posting your oh-so-good-looking-pictures here. wakakaka. =p..&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe... Nah. here goes your pictures u wanted to SO much. So sick of hearing him saying a million times a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" eh send me the pictures online later you&lt;br /&gt;know!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't even see him online~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1040338.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1040338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And this &lt;em&gt;worthless&lt;/em&gt;.. woppsss.. I meant priceless picture manage to get into the school's magazine.&lt;em&gt; *rolls eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1040597.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1040597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; P/s: Note Mr.Choo's face.. he looks like he is lost in outerspace or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everytime Graeme sees me.. he will not even ask how am I doing or even bother to greet me. Instead he will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" eyh, got bring your camera onot? I want to take&lt;br /&gt;pictures of myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" No la, siao meh to bring eveyday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Don't lie. I know you brought."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'm serious!!!" =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"okay.. tomorrow bring you know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAMERAWHORE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115969860072485167?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115969860072485167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115969860072485167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115969860072485167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115969860072485167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/10/camwhore.html' title='Camwhore'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115954468274791697</id><published>2006-09-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:44:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The randomness.</title><content type='html'>You have any guy friend who actually care about having a tiny pimple on his face? double chin in pictures? Try not to hunch everytime pic is taken. :D I know one!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everybody here knows one! who else can it be besides&lt;br /&gt;*CHENG CHENG CHENG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to say the name out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT here's the lines that made me post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;figuring out how to make the best of hy new hp..&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;fuuuh i still cant believe i have a new hp&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;X says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now can camwhore all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115954468274791697?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115954468274791697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115954468274791697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115954468274791697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115954468274791697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/09/randomness.html' title='The randomness.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115944253887920112</id><published>2006-09-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:22:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to clear something up</title><content type='html'>I post up the previous post is not to attract readers to once again start up a small blog-war here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's still, I rather remove the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, I really hope you can get a dictionary and find the definition of "snatching"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once one relationship ends, it's no longer reffered as "snatch somebody's bla bla bla" I really hope you do mind your sentences. Maybe you hate that certain someone very much for reasons I do not know but please do go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny I enjoyed the previous war between contributors and readers for the long ago post but I don't want that to happen again. then, it's so sickening that it never did stop.&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder why do you "passer-by" and "nobody" hate her that much.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself again, what has she done that make you her hate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a long time ago story.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe history still haunts you until this very moment that you have to bare everything about her in mind until now.&lt;br /&gt;Why not try letting go?&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you are happy&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you will be happier if others are happy as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this post is a piece of crap, I would advise you to read again.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I hope you will lie down on your bed and think about what I just said.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will realise, maybe you won't&lt;br /&gt;But certainly I pray for the better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestow forgiveness for every single thing that happens in life.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115944253887920112?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115944253887920112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115944253887920112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115944253887920112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115944253887920112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-to-clear-something-up.html' title='I have to clear something up'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115842062926630345</id><published>2006-09-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:30:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Bihari hat-seller who was passing by a forest&lt;br /&gt;decided to take a nap under one of the trees,&lt;br /&gt;sohe left his whole basket of hats by the side. A fewhours later,&lt;br /&gt;he woke up and realized that all hishats were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and to his surprise, the tree was full&lt;br /&gt;of monkeys and they had taken all his hats.&lt;br /&gt;The Bihari sits down and thinks of how he can get&lt;br /&gt;the hats down.While thinking he started to scratch his head.&lt;br /&gt;The next moment, the monkeys were doing thesame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he took down his own hat, themonkeys did exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;An idea came to him, he took his hat and threw it&lt;br /&gt;on the floor and the monkeys did that too. So he&lt;br /&gt;finally managed to get all his hats back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty years later, his grandson, Laloo,&lt;br /&gt;also becamea hat-seller and had heard this&lt;br /&gt;monkey story fromhis grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;One day, just like his grandfather, he passed bythe same forest.&lt;br /&gt;It was very hot, and he took a nap&lt;br /&gt;under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;He woke up and realized that all his hats were&lt;br /&gt;taken by the monkeys on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Heremembered his grand father's words,&lt;br /&gt;startedscratching his head and the monkeys followed.&lt;br /&gt;He took down his hat and fanned himself and againthe monkeys followed.&lt;br /&gt;Now, very convinced of his grandfather's idea,&lt;br /&gt;Laloo threw his hat on the floor but to his surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monkeys still held on to all the hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one monkey climbed down the tree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbedthe hat on the floor, gave him a slap&lt;br /&gt;and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess What????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think only you have a grandfather!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115842062926630345?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115842062926630345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115842062926630345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115842062926630345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115842062926630345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/09/bihari-hat-seller-who-was-passing-by.html' title=''/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115842018940542029</id><published>2006-09-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:23:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A girl asks her boyfriend to&lt;br /&gt;come over on Friday nighta&lt;br /&gt;nd have dinner with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;Since this issuch abig event,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl announces to her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatafter dinner, she would like to go out and make&lt;br /&gt;lovefor the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never hadsexbefore,&lt;br /&gt;so he takes a trip to the pharmacist togetsome condoms.&lt;br /&gt;He tells the pharmacist it's hisfirst time and&lt;br /&gt;the pharmacist helps the boy for about anhour.&lt;br /&gt;He tells the boy everything there&lt;br /&gt;is to know&lt;br /&gt;about condoms and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy&lt;br /&gt;howmanycondoms&lt;br /&gt; he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, orfamilypack.&lt;br /&gt;The boy insists on the family packbecausehethinks&lt;br /&gt;he will be rather busy, it being his firsttimeand all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's&lt;br /&gt;parentshouse and meets his girlfriend at the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'mso excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinnert&lt;br /&gt;ablewhere the girl's parents are seated. The boyquicklyoffers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still deep inprayer,with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement fromtheboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down,thegirlfriend leans over and whispers to theboyfriend, "I had no idea you were thisreligious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"* * * * * * * *The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no&lt;br /&gt;idea your father was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pharmacist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115842018940542029?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115842018940542029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115842018940542029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115842018940542029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115842018940542029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/09/girl-asks-her-boyfriend-to-come-over.html' title=''/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115805957897080842</id><published>2006-09-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:12:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad enough</title><content type='html'>Although Biology paper wasn't a flow.&lt;br /&gt;I am STILL GLAD that :p&lt;br /&gt;everybody can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Screw ass bio.&lt;br /&gt;*let out a huge sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;*try to squeeze something out to write*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail still.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, can't help it then.&lt;br /&gt;0_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115805957897080842?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115805957897080842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115805957897080842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115805957897080842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115805957897080842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/09/glad-enough.html' title='Glad enough'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115746875264000444</id><published>2006-09-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:05:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for hands..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this is how retarded a friend of yours can be when he is super duper freee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/Pics001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC09911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hak Cipta Terpelihara 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115746875264000444?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115746875264000444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115746875264000444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115746875264000444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115746875264000444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-much-for-hands.html' title='so much for hands..'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115692711471497439</id><published>2006-08-30T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:42:01.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays and Gays :p</title><content type='html'>Now that we're in the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more open and accept relationships between two souls from the same sex. There's completely nothing wrong with it although until now I still wonder how their sexual life is.&lt;br /&gt;Seldom you see people look at gays and lesbians over and over again (okie, I do still :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, now, we also try being one to feel what they feel.&lt;br /&gt;This is the kick-off of our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/320/Picture%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle and I tried so hard to reach each other's lips&lt;br /&gt;BUT before they could touch, our delightful photographer&lt;br /&gt;snap our pic and run away. We were not even READY YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not as bad as the next one. Gays. In party. Open, party.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Malaysian accept this.&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I present you a photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/1600/P8200066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/320/P8200066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Mr. Rijal and Mr. Choo.&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly that Mr. Rijal couldn't resist to suck&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Choo's flesh out of his chin! So HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the first part.. wonder will the next attempt be :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all photo tricks. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115692711471497439?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115692711471497439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115692711471497439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115692711471497439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115692711471497439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/gays-and-gays-p.html' title='Gays and Gays :p'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115612648654517451</id><published>2006-08-21T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:14:46.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got nothing better to do..so. i decided to post sum lame jokes for prior entertainment..=P coz trials is near =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What do John the Baptist &amp; Winnie the Pooh have in common?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What do you call a deer with no eyes? What do you call a deer with no legs and no eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Why are there so many Johnsons in the phone book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Why did the bee cross his legs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Whats the smartest thing a man can say? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Why do seagulls fly over the sea? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.How do you kill a blue elephant?. How do you kill a pink    elephant? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Their middle name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.No idea. (no eye dear) / Still no idea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.They all have phones&lt;br /&gt; 4.Because he couldn't find the BP station&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. "my wife says"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.If they flew over the bay then they would be bagels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Shoot it with a blue elephant gun../Choke it until it turns blue, then shoot it with a blue elephant gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115612648654517451?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115612648654517451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115612648654517451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115612648654517451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115612648654517451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-nothing-better-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115581350755872256</id><published>2006-08-17T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:18:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old lady.</title><content type='html'>An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?              &lt;br /&gt;Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Oh, I see.              &lt;br /&gt;Officer: Can I see your license please?              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.              &lt;br /&gt;Officer: Don't have one?              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.            &lt;br /&gt;Officer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.             &lt;br /&gt; Older Woman: I can't do that.              &lt;br /&gt;Officer: Why not?              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: I stole this car.            &lt;br /&gt;  Officer: Stole it?              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.             &lt;br /&gt; Officer: You what?              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.          &lt;br /&gt;Older woman: Is there a problem sir?              &lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have              &lt;br /&gt;                  stolen this car and murdered the owner.              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Murdered the owner?              &lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.              &lt;br /&gt;The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but   an empty trunk.              &lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: Is this your car, ma'am?              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer is quite stunned.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.              &lt;br /&gt;Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Mess With Old Ladies            &lt;br /&gt;  (or ANY LADY)!!             &lt;br /&gt; If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone you know.            &lt;br /&gt;  I just did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115581350755872256?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115581350755872256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115581350755872256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115581350755872256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115581350755872256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/old-lady.html' title='Old lady.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115557370835291724</id><published>2006-08-15T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:41:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the dead-liest sentence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"don't tell anyone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't you agree with me just?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you tell your friends something and expect them not to spread it, not even a single hint on it, the story will eventually comes to your ears again. This something you want only one person to know turn up that everyone elses get to find out. Why is it that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think if you really want to know who is reliable and also trustable you HAVE to test them one by one. I know friends who can just slip things off their mouth, whether they should or should not. Wrong or right time who bothers. I am sure stories that people are willing to share only with one, they don't expect you to blurt it out to another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember, not even a hint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then, some people love to create others' curiousity by just saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" I know something about ...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I know! I know! But I am not telling you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and whatever that's with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe because we feel good that we know something others don't. We have some extra information on something. Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While, stuffs that WE should tell and share we sometimes don't. Being plain selfish and self-absurd, we don't feel like sharing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you even thought of the consequences one might face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By your acts, deadly poisonous mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bizarre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wonder what make us like that. Not all, everbody knows. But most. Just admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115557370835291724?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115557370835291724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115557370835291724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115557370835291724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115557370835291724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-of-dead-liest-sentence_15.html' title='One of the dead-liest sentence'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115548051443018365</id><published>2006-08-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:48:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muker mengundang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The very first time I heard this was from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hsiang&lt;/span&gt;. I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; "what the ......................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Since when such phrase exists..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then later on, I am used to it.  It's something new, something fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When do they use that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When they are mad at one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When they are not satisfied with one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When they are pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Muker mengundang&lt;/span&gt;" -nak sepak, tendang, tampar and seumpama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh! We went Kasturi on Thurs then I only had 10 more minutes before class starts to finish up the pan mee I ordered at some Chinese Hawker Centre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Girl like me can finish one plate of PAN MEE IN 5 MINUTES TIME! I repeat, 5 MINUTES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What a record, I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I didn't enjoy the whole process of eating but I get to fill my tummy with food! That's all I need. Lunch before tuition. Lunch before squeezing my brain juice to concentrate in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wuahahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hail Ho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I still don't get the 'isi tersirat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Half full&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;half empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What is the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But then again, to me, half full sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sunset&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;saya tak tahu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fill me please, somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some things change and never will I think remain the same anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good or bad? It's too early to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115548051443018365?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115548051443018365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115548051443018365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115548051443018365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115548051443018365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/muker-mengundang.html' title='Muker mengundang.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115513630926285348</id><published>2006-08-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:11:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eyezmaze.com/grow/cube/"&gt;http://www.eyezmaze.com/grow/cube/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addictive.. i stil haven't solve it.. wee liam took two days.. hahaha.. with the help of a piece of paper.. how about you? :p max points for all only consider winning the game. Build your house! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115513630926285348?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115513630926285348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115513630926285348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115513630926285348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115513630926285348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/feeling-bored.html' title='feeling bored?'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115459757741655290</id><published>2006-08-03T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:32:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Sucker</title><content type='html'>The light sucker is the darkness..and whatever the topic about "dark sucker" its the opposite of it =P that sums up my lill post about light sucker =P aahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Bullet For My Valentine-Four Words To Choke Upon=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115459757741655290?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115459757741655290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115459757741655290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115459757741655290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115459757741655290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/08/light-sucker.html' title='Light Sucker'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115373484084811949</id><published>2006-07-24T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:47:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>conflicts often happen and yes, it never shall stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being straightforward.. girl.. I say names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think i was lying to you about me taking my license this year. you have to get it right.. I am NOT taking my license I just want to get my UNDANG done because the price rised and I fear that it will, again. So, I wanna pay up for everything. Lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making assumptions out of nothing. A fact I never deny~ But it's stupid also to think that I am the only one who thinks so~Just because I tell you.. Just because being a friend I am telling you what people might say about it.. you have got no idea how many people are saying the same thing.. and yeah, whatever you say also gets to my side after a while which i don't think i should say anything about it SIMPLY because I have DONE something as a friend. At fiRSt. Saying that whatever I do is right and thinking whatever you do is wrong... You have to once also ask yourself what you did... and I am telling you that I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT WAY. NOT ONLY MICHELLE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusted friends.. I really think you need to reconsider how did everything came about. Unreliable.. Thinking again now who should you trust.. Then, why don't you see we talk about other people like that.. Shouldn't you sit back and squeeze your brain juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who accepts every single thing you do and yes, faithfully accepts who you are. Then why did your friends left? I remember long before you had your own friends before us but no longer that close to them.. what happened? have you ever thought why? "Oh! because they also have new friends" Like that? a bit deeper can? I don't take sides.. how can I take sides.. how can I support you in everything you do even when I think it's not appropriate.. you are not afraid what people might say later on? Yes, they said. So tell me again if I never did warn you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are saying we lied to you, often lie to you just because we didn't call you along for UNDANG.. You youself also need to think about it again. you are also making assumptions out of it isnt it? without knowing the whole story!&lt;br /&gt;The same isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I am not suprised you ask nothing about it because you are probably pissed and want to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT because of that you wanna write a long post which yes, obviously reffering to the both of us..and more to me.. a bit silly isn't it.. I was thinking twice after what I heard..&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking twice whether to type this here even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about it earlier.. we were wondering what can we say to you.. wondering if we just burst out and tell you everything which I always did but yes, I got everything back.. I say a word to you about it? I confront you about it? no.. i let it be that way..&lt;br /&gt;Michelle on the contrary say it's all up to you but yes, you have to face the consequences yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I am not the one who is seriously having a problem with you now until what the message I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I am blaming you for everything you do/did.. no..&lt;br /&gt;I am fed up telling you of what will you face..&lt;br /&gt;I am fed up layaning all this crap that will never stop..&lt;br /&gt;and that I am fed up receiving and listening to whatever people pass on to me about what you said.&lt;br /&gt;so much of being a friend isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;who made it this way then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no lot of idea what YOUR TRUSTED friends said about you..&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't mind if I am not one of them..&lt;br /&gt;because we define the word friends differently..&lt;br /&gt;wondering who you should trust now? it depends on situation and what story of a kind you would like to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;We never tell other we hate you when they ask us.&lt;br /&gt;But what made us say all this..&lt;br /&gt;because you think your closest friends should always be there for you and never say a word that hurts you even. so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what's the point of this blog if at the end of the day you will say again whatever you have in mind.. I did my part.. if you still think that way of me or us still... go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you said you don't usually remember things happened in a friendship.. friendship you built in form 1.. never did change yeah? you call that treasuring a friendship? after all this shit happen only you know who are among the most trustable friends you have? then I have to tell your friends you are taking them for granted isn't it? once something is not right between us.. Oh.. they bla bla bla.. and i have... bla bla bla... I thought you have... never fail be to a better person.. but what made you the same still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was right.. telling everyone that you are now a better person I thought I was always right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for whatever that is wrong.. which i am at the wrong side..&lt;br /&gt;I am sincerely saying that I am sorry..&lt;br /&gt;for whatever that happened,&lt;br /&gt;if the friendship we built tore apart..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do anything about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already am learning not to say a word. But because of this matter, I couldn't stand back just that way and now settle it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think just because your closest friends shouldn't think about you in every way we did and we are wrong about it..&lt;br /&gt;you have to think also what others will say by just looking.. if it's a different thing, you tell me about it..&lt;br /&gt;People who don't see usually don't care.. they don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;if helping is all so difficult, i shall remind myself to NEVER say a word to you if you are firmly on your stand. You want me to be that kind of friend.. it's more like a friend who are waiting juicy news..a friend who wants to see how you handle it at the end of the day.. but it's all up to you if you want it that way. I shall never say anything and be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS OKIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask everybody around you who you are close with.. ask them if they never DID say anything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they do say things about me.. even you.. even Mich.. Graeme or Choo.. but I don't question. I ask myself about it. Rewinding the tape and see which part didn't go right.&lt;br /&gt;not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally the same and if this friendship is bothering you so much and you have to type a long post about.. here's better. straight and in front of your very own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to you how you wanna take.. twist and turn again.. it's all up to you now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have no intentions on BITCHING ABOUT YOU AND TELL OTHER PEOPLE HOW BAD YOU ARE. OR SPREAD RUMOURS THAT WILL MAKE THEM THINK YOU ARE WORST THAN BEFORE. As the matter of fact, we never did. Infact, sometimes people tell us stuffs about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all among ourselves and it was only about why did you do it that way.&lt;br /&gt;if that's still bad to you.. tell me about it.. confront.. but then again, i think i should know what you are about to tell people after this..&lt;br /&gt;between good or bad or recovering the friendship or nothing.. it's all up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115373484084811949?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115373484084811949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115373484084811949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115373484084811949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115373484084811949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115340865836676216</id><published>2006-07-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:17:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall call it</title><content type='html'>THE MEATBALLS NOODLE ADVENTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing on what to eat and where to eat before tuition, we decided to get a bite of the long-time-bo-taste meatballs noodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t exactly know where is it situated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Mum say somewhere near Masjid Jamek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graeme: Yeah, but dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after minutes of deciding which station to get down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masjid Jamek we chose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk walk walk…escalator..walk walk walk.. one of the longest escalator among all LRT station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach. Stop. Where to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of errr uhhhh… ???!!!??? another 40 minutes only! How how?&lt;br /&gt;And so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned right.. walk few steps.. *aiya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think think think.. turn back.. walk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MET THOMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know how to go Pasar Seni from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: points to the train station take LRT-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (forgot what I said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny, of course I know I can reach there by hopping into the train, we wanted to find the shop man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, he pointed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(babi! Wrong direction okie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk walk walk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot be.. tak betul… cannot cannot.. why don’t we just take LRT and forget about it..&lt;br /&gt;aiya… still got time still got time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk walk walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-give up- Graeme asked the fella who was sitting lazily in a phone shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of courtesy, he gave directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Ohh (nods) ohh (nods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed his directions.. walk walk walk.. cross road.. continue walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Graeme decided to call his mum to ask for the shop’s name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-forgot-&lt;br /&gt;but near bank.. dunno what bank she said since Graeme was the one who was talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cucuk cucuk.. points to the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------clueless------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHh!!! SOONG KEE~ I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH!! WE REACHED WE REACHED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being first-timers who are not familiar with KL roads, we reached!!! Walk blindly also reach..&lt;br /&gt;So hyper, so happy.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Jin Ho how much he missed, came back have to tell everybody about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. dang- the siaoness in me is currently incurable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan makan.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;We SEMPAT REACH KASTURI!! ON TIME BABE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, worth it! Cheap, air-conditioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than RM 5.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhlalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat… Yes, definitely a lot of walking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, the joy after all the contemplations in mind.. we reached our destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why till now also got people wanna sai June. Yet again, another one short message in her blog. It's all interesting and I would really, really love to know who that is! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115340865836676216?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115340865836676216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115340865836676216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115340865836676216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115340865836676216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-shall-call-it.html' title='I shall call it'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115321509876074961</id><published>2006-07-18T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:31:38.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A healthy one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If this can really light up this blog I really won't mind doing it often.. see.. Michelle replied.. that adds up another post here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anyway, if you have not realise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I never did disagree with that statement :p Whenever you say something about it, I just smile or give a -deh- look because I, myself am not too sure and I don't reckon I should say anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yeah, by saying&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOTHING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;NOTHING,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;last forever, how could ones love last forever? even mum's , dad's, or anybody else. It also includes every single thing. Of course power doesn't last... *ka-ching-kaching* $$ doesn't last.. beauty doesn't last.. everything else la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Like you said, NOTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then why people still seek for them all? I am sure even you seek are seeking for something.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For the fun.. excitement..to bring them satisfaction and yadaa yadaa... Heh? Why not try seeking the beauty in it before having thoughts that it's just pure bullshit. For, neither of us have really been in love to know enough what love really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;oh... anyway, this is a healthy piece of mind and yeah, I think it will spice up this blog more if everybody participate . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;no-string-attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115321509876074961?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115321509876074961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115321509876074961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115321509876074961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115321509876074961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/healthy-one.html' title='A healthy one'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115318579196252269</id><published>2006-07-18T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:23:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lalalalalala... since Juney started her own blog. I wanted to try out the feeling of owning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY OWN PERSONAL BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so.. here you go. enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://miceboxer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://miceboxer.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115318579196252269?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115318579196252269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115318579196252269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115318579196252269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115318579196252269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/bimbo.html' title='Bimbo'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115318543361235006</id><published>2006-07-18T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:17:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sharing is Caring. Caring is love.Love is bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not really. Smart arse Shawn started it off 1st. I just agreed with his theory. Jolene has always object that love is bullshit. okay. You tell me Love is not bullshit. Sure of coz it is not. When everthing is lovey dovey love is no &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. But will it last forever? I have strong doubt about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing last forever let alone &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;. Love will never last forever thus it is pure piece of bullshit. In every relationship, you can't run away from betrayal. If you tell me your mother loves you. yea sure. I am fine with it. But if love is so pure there won't be bias between you and your siblings. no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know. It is just my point of view. I might change my mind one day =) I am too young to judge the meaning of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115318543361235006?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115318543361235006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115318543361235006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115318543361235006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115318543361235006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115314930097972088</id><published>2006-07-17T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:17:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote(s)</title><content type='html'>Choo says: Sharing is caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle added : Sharing is caring, caring is love, love is bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I find weird. BULLSHIT? I think that perspective of hers will change one day, when her prince charming shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Define love. Differenciate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bullshit can love really be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel tied down because you are in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say more than there's the pros and cons in everything that happens in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be really beautiful and there's also the ugly side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really depends on how one would like to look at it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring blankly on a piece of paper last night..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to cry so much because my mind was blank..&lt;br /&gt;Then I started scribbling about what I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wrote a short poem about learn..&lt;br /&gt;(this isn't exactly what i wrote la k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always find mistakes of other&lt;br /&gt;Negative issues about them we always talk about&lt;br /&gt;We never bother to look at the beauty inside&lt;br /&gt;(if there's any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn&lt;br /&gt;still so much for all of us to learn in life&lt;br /&gt;learn to understand&lt;br /&gt;learn to go through details before making conclusion&lt;br /&gt;before any ridiciulous assumption on something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn&lt;br /&gt;L.E.A.R.N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115314930097972088?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115314930097972088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115314930097972088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115314930097972088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115314930097972088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/quotes.html' title='Quote(s)'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115314951145002291</id><published>2006-07-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:18:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/1600/DSC09653.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC09653.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhs? cooking? over the past few years ive been cookin... told u its out of the blues jo.. =P ehe&lt;br /&gt;totally out of the blues =P&lt;br /&gt;and there we hav it ...one of my finest dish cooked =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P ehehe&lt;br /&gt;any mouth wateres yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food is getting boringggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about guitar =P ehehe my new guitar arrived on sat 10am right on the spot =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC09771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC09776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC09779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadaaaa!=) and last but not leastt... 3G!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/DSC09789.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115314951145002291?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115314951145002291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115314951145002291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115314951145002291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115314951145002291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/cooking.html' title='Cooking =)'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115304805483796199</id><published>2006-07-16T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:07:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>took from an email</title><content type='html'>To my married and unmarried friends:&lt;br /&gt;This is a very touching story, please read it slowly, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago.The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.Dew came into my life.It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I turned over and was asleep again.She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I walked downstairs and drove to the office.When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115304805483796199?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115304805483796199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115304805483796199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115304805483796199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115304805483796199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/07/took-from-email.html' title='took from an email'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115193175227378853</id><published>2006-07-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:06:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back not for long and gone for long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://prsguitars.com/showcase/current/guitars/lg_seegssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 587px" height="691" alt="" src="http://prsguitars.com/showcase/current/guitars/lg_seegssh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am waitin to take my Undang and waiting to get my L so i can proceed with my P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b'dae which is supremely late is kinda pain in the ass...but look on the bright side... we get older slower! haha~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and btw a new guitar is comin somehow... i hope it has not been sold yet... =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM2750 babyy! hahahaa i can make a profession out of guitars somehow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my dream of gettin a several guitars in years is comin close!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Crazy Guitars for Crazy People~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115193175227378853?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115193175227378853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.makingyourday.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;drop by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;, for a visit/read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115168190492909105?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115168190492909105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115168190492909105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115168190492909105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115168190492909105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-loves-blogging.html' title='Who loves blogging?'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115123541510194727</id><published>2006-06-25T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:36:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Seventeen in the month of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally updating on my birthday party which was 8days ago.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I've been keeping away from the computer thanks to my failing eyesight and fading writing skills (if I even ever had any skills whatsoever).&lt;br /&gt;So yes!&lt;br /&gt;I [think] I shall get back to blogging if my eyesight doesn't worsen as it seems to be deteorating even though I've been keeping off the PC screen for more than a fortnight or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes! I've turned 17 yrs of age!&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not that's a good or bad thing is yet to be decided/known! My birthday was coincidentally on Father's Day t his yr.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday party was in my own terms a success and it so happens to be my 1st birthday party in my own house since years ago when I was a mere child of 5 living in Hillside.&lt;br /&gt;Mum organized the whole thing splendidly. She got everything ready beforehand, and the food she managed to obtain was absolutely splendid. Food was in abundance - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;mee siam from Aunty Rufina and also pandan agar-agar with compliments from her; curry chicken from See ee and how very generous of her to bake me one of her yummy chocolate cakes for free for me; 100 curry puffs, 100 roti jala and 50 cream puffs from a Malay lady in Setiawangsa; 150 sticks of satay from Sate Kajang branch in Melati; 30 red birthday eggs, bhoku salad, fresh cut papaya and guava from my Mummy dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pa was very,very kind to even get me a wonderful present!&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;em&gt;samfu blouse from Cherrie Lee&lt;/em&gt; in a pretty floral print which I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks so much Pa! Also for being a terrific camera-man which I'm quite sure my friends enjoyed your footage judging on the way they reacted later that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;People who turned up were&lt;br /&gt;Swee&amp;Lam, Graeme, Jin Ho, Jin Wai, Hiew, Jian Ping, Harish, Amanda, Kavin, Irman, Nina, Moggie&amp;amp;Prash, Jean&amp;Jason, Ah Kit, Nicky, Jesh, Jan, Tsing, Godpa,Godma&amp;amp;JoEn, Aunty Linda and Uncle Rahman our Hillside neighbours, Pn. Rohana our opposite neighbour in Tiara Kemensah, Teacher Katy, KokArt&amp;Craft Aunty Kwan and her youngest son, her maid Kak Ana who helped us for the night, Aunty Lai Wan and her two sons who dropped by later at night, Aunty Ellen our insurance agent and coll mate of my Dad's, Rueben, even Aboi from SelayangBharu, and of course, Hsiang&amp;amp;Jo and Mich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I enjoyed myelf immensely dressed in my new birthday dress. Though things were pretty quiet int he beginning, it began to pick up as the party went on. It was rather unfortunate that Jean&amp;Jason left before I could even cut the cake; they left as early as 9pm. So did Irman half an hour or so later who had a family obligation during the later night - his brother's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hsiang actually got everybody to sing another round of Happy Birthday after the clock struck midnight signifying my actual birthdate as he, Jo, Mich and Tsing weren't around when I cut the cake - they left to pick up some present from Irman's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The latest to stay left at around 1something. Jo and Mich put up the night in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Presents were quite an amount this yr! I don't think I've received such an amount of presents before, and I must say I'm quite touched!&lt;br /&gt;Jo and Mich were the contributers in 3 seperate presents. One of it happened to be two tanks (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of which I won't be able to wear as beautiful as it may seem, it makes my broad torso look broader than ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), one was a pink boar stuffed-toy, and one was a... &lt;em&gt;"love lamp".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received 3 more tops - 1 from Nicky, 1 from Irman and 1 from Jean&amp;Jason which is absolutely lovely though it does make me look a little older than I currently am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A wonderful webcam from Choo and Graeme, and Hoobastank's "Every Man For Himself" by the younger Choo!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Katy got me a dvd on ballet excerpts, Swee and Aunty Ellen got me colourful photo frames while Godpa and Godma gave me an angpow along with a lovely purple bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Jan and Jesh got me cute Bali flipflops to match my brown dress, my Hillside neighbours some chocolate and Pn. Rohana an angpow.&lt;br /&gt;Hsiang got me a Mr. P handphone accesory which unfortunately doesn't work! Ah Kit a CUTE calendar doggie, Aboi a Nike towel with my name painted on it with fabric paint.&lt;br /&gt;Kavin got me red carnations and named me his very own Juliet while Amanda and Moggie both got me something similar, both with candles included. Jian Ping got some decorative item and Harish's present was a unique crystal pen-holder/paper weight which fits well with my new desk.&lt;br /&gt;Prash got me a pair of earrings which he was mighty proud of.&lt;br /&gt;Hiew was sweet enough to burn a CD which contains some nice music ideal for future choice variations in competitions to come, Rueben and FungWern got me these cute stuffed-toy bears.&lt;br /&gt;Mum even gave me an angpow which I cherish enough, Julie got me a red Topshop shopping bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food was awesome, company was great, everything was good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two close friends put up the night, and we had another birthday lunch which my parents treated Jo as a brithday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day was not to be forgotten of course!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I got Pa a chinese tea mug which I hope he likes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thank you to everybody who came and for all the wonderful lovely presents. &lt;em&gt;Thank you so much to my family, and to my wonderful sister who provided more laughter than was good for me, and to my beloved parents who made this successful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rueben and I&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clockwise from left: Moggie, Kav, Graeme, Harish, half of myself, half of Amanda, and Swee chatting by the stairs.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;some prefered football, others prefered talking, some prefered food!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My father's fantastic way of taking photos - while nobody's aware of him taking it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;whoopsie! Wonder what I was describing...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Everybody else seems to be looking at some other camera, except for Nina.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mich and I&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jan trying to capture an image with her camera with Hsiang's and Ah Kit's back of the heads as a frame.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With a hard boiled egg in my hand though barely visible here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jan, Jesh and Hsiang.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;smile girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;clockwise from top: Moggie, Nina, Amanda, Tsing, Jo, Myself, Nicky, Mich, and Swee.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hsiang, Ah Kit, and the back of Jesh's cap.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved family!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why're the lights still on...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lights out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And out go the candles!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now for some chocolate cake!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC03099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Julie and I in our dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115123541510194727?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115123541510194727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115123541510194727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115123541510194727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115123541510194727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweet-seventeen-in-month-of-june.html' title='Sweet Seventeen in the month of June'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115104420458334728</id><published>2006-06-23T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:36:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seemingly serious one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PK-Pn. Kartina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me- Jo Lene la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PK: Jo Lene, saya nak tanya kamu la...(the serious tone in her question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: ??!!?? (chehhh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;PK: Macam mana nak bezakan nama perempuan dengan nama lelaki ar? Name ci-ne..&lt;br /&gt;Me: *kebingungan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;... Being the not so chinese-me, I didn't know what kind of answer I should provide her. Accuracy less than 20% even, the brilliant me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me: Kena tengok camner dierorg pronounce dlm bahasa cine rasernyer..(CHOP! I did say raser-nyer okie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LoL~~ Actually I really don't know how! Now, experts.. squeeze your brain juice in (wait, I don't think you need to squeeze any in order to answer this question) Leave your comment... :D I wanna know too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she asked that because there are two Liew-s in our class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Liew Yi Pin (girl or guy? faster faster!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Liew Jian Ping (girl or guy? faster faster!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The correct answer will be given at the end of this entry! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you think it's a guy, they have XY chromosome&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's a girl, they have XX chromosome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(don't kill me if it's the other way round :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;See, I am giving you a little exposure on our following chapter of Biology!Genetics, fun it seems but at the same time I hate the confusing objective questions! *ughh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is/almost terrified with the previous exam results and now, everybody is trying to work their best to obtain better results by spending more time on studies than usual.. Which is good for all of us. Wait, I should start really soon too yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting that I have tuition on Friday nights from now on~ *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a sentence in Tamil today in school but I can't recall how to say it already. Bleahh~ I suck in storing informations into my brain. WT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, to make you remember, let me type the definition of certain things down here.. in bahasa of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Asid- Bahan kimia yang terion dlm air menghasilkan ion hidrogen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bes- Bahan yg bert/b dgn asid membentuk garam and air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkali-Bahan kimia yg terion dlm air menghasilkan ion hidroksida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peranan air dlm menunjukkan sifat asid/ alkali-&lt;br /&gt;Asid/ alkali yg kering tdk akan menunjukkan sifatnya dlm kead yg kering. Apb melarut dlm air,molekul2 asid/alkali akan menghasilkan ion-ion hidrogen/hidroksida yang memberikan sifat asid/alkali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So now, work your mind out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apakah definisi bg asid/alkali kuat dan lemah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If can... good la! congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : notes given are not 100% accurate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I guess I am going to end this post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So, have you guess? :D I know most of you should know but still, I must give tell answer right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Liew Yi Pin is Amanda and obviously she's a girl&lt;br /&gt;Liew Jian Ping is a boy&lt;br /&gt;and both of them are my classmates :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115104420458334728?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115104420458334728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115104420458334728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115104420458334728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115104420458334728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/seemingly-serious-one.html' title='The seemingly serious one'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115098728336937412</id><published>2006-06-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:41:23.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad-sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The avid-bloggers do not come online that often anymore.. sorry for the lack of updates :0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will get it back in piece soon... don't stop visiting please :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115098728336937412?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115098728336937412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115098728336937412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115098728336937412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115098728336937412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/sad-sight.html' title='Sad-sight'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115037606335457783</id><published>2006-06-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:54:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Whales Island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080447.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my holidays at my grandmother's place in Penang. Decided to blog about it since I love the place bloddy much!!The old bicycle my mom used to cycle to school when she was younger (blue one!) and the bicycle beside it belongs to my late grandfather. The house is wooden and I like it so much. I find it unique and antique. I want it to remian like that forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080477.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Lil brat getting excited. wonder why?.. hurms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080446.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Taadaa. Ayams!! hak hak hak. my grandma rears cute lil chickens in her backyard. hehe. they are pretty noisy at times. My sista being a lil jakun loves chasing and scaring the poor lil chickens around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080491.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; My grandma. Lil brat and me! My granny is almost 87 years old and she is still so strong and healthy. Me salute her. Me love her too! I always love the feeling staying with my grandma in her wooden house. The feeling is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080320.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; The ferry. cousin.Lil brat and my two cute little nieces. Crossing over to the Penang Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080333.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; LETS HAVE A FEAST!! haha. who can resist such delicious food at penang? Like my mom always say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"aiyar,Penang every corner u eat. The food guarentee sedap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yay!! me totally agree!! And its cheaper too!! A bowl of delicious mouth watering laksa only cost merely 3 bucks there while if u were to eat at Lil Penang or wat so eva restaurant in KL that sells self claim "delicious" penang laksa, the price might just come up to 8 bucks or more!!! daym mahal weh!! its just laksa okay!! CUT THROAT!! Anyway. I was enjoying myself so much!! makan makan makan. thanks to my dad's advise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" Eat as much as u can. We come here once in a while so its okay to eat! Go&lt;br /&gt;order what ever you want to eat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So ape tunggu lagi? I started eating and eating and eating!! Stuffed everything down my throat into my tummy!! I was eating like a pig. I ended up having a terrible stomach cramp and the doctor told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" You have to take it easy on food"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;daym pai seh okay!! I feel like a PIG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Us. Penang Hill. My uncle from S'pore came to Penang so we decided to tour around penang.It rained earlier. We cant really see the view of the island from the top because it was covered by think mist and made it look as if we were flying above clouds. Lawa wehh!! The chill wind was blowing constantly and it felt so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/IMG_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; The train (or should i call it a tram?) going up the Penang Hill (Bukit Bendera). It was so crowded and I almost suffocate to death in that tiny winny little train. It has been the same old train I've once sat when I was a little girl. Maybe it is time for them to urm.. upgrade it. BIGGER TRAIN!!! for god's sake! Can you imagine everyone feeling sweaty and stinky being stuffed into that thang?! Sqeezing thru trying to get into it and once you get in you have to bare will all the terrible body odour and standing under other people's armpits? Bad idea.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake Temple.My cute little nieces &amp; lil brat. It used to be a really nice place with lots of skinny green snakes all over the place. But now its all GONE!! Only a few string of green colour sad looking snakes around. tsk &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Kek Lok Si .. the biggest Guan Yin statue in Asia. ( i think) haha. The weather was rather hot and the sun was shining so bright and I can feel as if the sunray was burning my poor skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/IMG_0122.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/IMG_0122.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;At the Pagoda. Lil brat and Jia yi (niece) I love the sky!! So blue!! the weather was really nice though. The view from up there was excellent. Penang looked so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/IMG_0008.jpge.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/IMG_0008.jpge.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Part of the BIG family. 3 Siblings (my mom.aunt.uncle) and their family. Felt so sad to leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115037606335457783?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115037606335457783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115037606335457783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115037606335457783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115037606335457783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/prince-of-whales-island.html' title='Prince of Whales Island.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-115012279233515101</id><published>2006-06-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:33:12.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to look at Graeme's face when there's him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/1600/inotstupid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/320/inotstupid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;though he looks good only at certain angle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*melts*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-115012279233515101?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/115012279233515101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=115012279233515101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115012279233515101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/115012279233515101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-wants-to-look-at-graemes-face-when.html' title='Who wants to look at Graeme&apos;s face when there&apos;s him!'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114967312039945033</id><published>2006-06-07T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T17:38:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming online</title><content type='html'>It is such an addiction. Like you will die if you don't come online for a few hours. I realised that Nina doesnt come online that often anymore, which all or most of us could understand why that is. While for others, still sticking their butt on the chair like glued, facing the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so fun about coming online? &lt;br /&gt;Good for those who have their own purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say by using the internet, we can find sources about certain information easier and faster but I find it's rather difficult and is a waste of time. I seldom get to find what I exactly want to know about after reading and going through all the links they gave. Of course I am not that crazy to click one by one to check.. skip.. skip.. skip.. &lt;br /&gt;and we are actually spoiling our eye-sight by staring at the computer for hours and hours. Sometimes, guys squint their eyes when they play games.. sometimes, they move their head forward as though they can't see it from far. That leaves their eyes only about 15 cm from the screen. siao-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seek for popularity online. Admit it. Look at sites like friendster and myspace. Main purpose of having such sites are to keep in touch with your old, long lost friends and crap. Especially myspace... look at the comments they give " thanks for the add" "nice knowing you" and the list goes on. Wth.. like I know/ wanna know you-la.. Some like to be known while some rather keep their profile low. Me? I think I am in between. Sometimes, I would like the idea but at one point, I know all those efforts to make yourself known by others is pointless. "Oh I know that fella..." "oh that fella knows me" .... and your point is? I don't see it. You don't come and boast.. you don't go and brag.. because nobody cares or bothers. Okie, least, I don't. So if you wanna tell me how popular you are or hint me, gth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To chat. Most of us teenagers do this. But.. is it that fun to chat with the same people everyday?.. or .. is it fun to chat with strangers who simply add you up? We do feel bored of it sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? I am here blogging because I have nothing to do. Anyway, this is not it.. just that I am feeling lazy. Sorry for all the jumps from here to there because I just type whatever that cross my mind, I don't arrange them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTC.. how come I am the only one who seemingly can't spice up my post. the font link and all.. gone.. ngehh.. will be back soon. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114967312039945033?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114967312039945033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114967312039945033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114967312039945033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114967312039945033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/coming-online.html' title='Coming online'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114961008640983999</id><published>2006-06-06T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:53:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kum Hor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or in English, rather, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sungei Wang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Sg Wang shall be my topic of the day today. Believe it or not, perhaps in a rather habitual sort of way, I decided to frequen Sg Wang thrice in a row in a span of 3 days the same way my family and I frequent our beloved KLCC. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On Saturday, my family and I went there to shop for my birthday dresses. Yesterday, my parents wanted more dimsum at Regent, so off we were to BB Walk again. And today, Tsing said she hadn't been to Sg Wang in quite awhile, so that's where we went. If I named KLCC my 2nd home and SMKTM the 2nd especially during term breaks and school hols, I suppose Sg Wang would be... &lt;em&gt;"the-alternative-land-for-meeting-basketballers"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Alright, you already know how challenged I am when it comes to pleasing the eyes of the readers that frequent this blog with candid shots of Sg wang, me in Sg wang, ppl in Sg wang, ballers, and ballers in Sg wang, etc, etc... So use your imagination as I try my best to provide you with photos I deem most suitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On Saturday, I got a glimpse of some ball player from some Gombak District school who also got chosen and attended the 1st few days of Gombak selections. I can't rmb which school she was from, and I never knew her name in the 1st place. Shortly after, I also met Alien, my ex or whatever you wish to call him. He, too, plays basketball. On Sun, we bumped into a Taman Ehsan u-15 baller, looking feminine and pretty. Read about this in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.love-it-my-way.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo's blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today, while exiting Watson's, we bumped into SiHao or whatever his name is, one of the officials who was on a rather friendly basis with Mlwti girls and also happens to be one of Hsiang's friends. At the arcade, Tsing and Jo saw a Kepong u15 girl baller from a distance who waved at us when she saw us. When on the way back, I met (&lt;em&gt;okay, rather, I saw&lt;/em&gt;) this guy whom we (&lt;em&gt;okay, Gaya)&lt;/em&gt; used to refer to as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"C Guy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, because he always wore a shirt with a capital &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; on it. He was always at the basketball court in UKRC whenever we were there. Now do you see why I named it so? hahaha, we keep running into ppl we got to know through basketball tourneys, matches, courts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But maybe, it also has a lot to do with the fact that the type of clique these ppl belong to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Before I proceed though, this has got nothing to do with me discriminating, holding grudges against, or ill-judging any sort of clique these people belong to. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read with an open-mind. :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So yeah, if you haven't already noticed, most of the people who play basketball in Malaysia are mainly Chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the majority of those skillful players are Chinese as well - &lt;em&gt;Chinese Educated&lt;/em&gt; to be more exact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They are the ones who speak Mandarin/Cantonese/Hokkien/Hakka or any given Chinese dialect at home, in school, at work, out shopping and Taiwanese and Japanese fashion play a large role when it comes to their dressing and fashion sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;At any given basketball tournament, Melawatians usually stand-out alot - &lt;em&gt;because we stick out alot like very sore thumbs indeed. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We don't fit in, we're the minority at such places, we have the unusual hairstyles, wear the out-of-the-ordinary-and-boring clothes, and speak the &lt;strong&gt;MATSALEH'S&lt;/strong&gt; language - &lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The school whose basketball players come from all races, whose Malays and Chinese speak English. Hahaha.. They name us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BANANAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the Chinese at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Boy do we suck sometimes, not even speaking our mother-tongues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But yes, yes, back to the story. So it doesn't really puzzle or surprise me that we tend to bump into ballers alot at Sg Wang/Times Sq. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What amuses me though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/1600/Ballet%2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;, is the fact that we can look as different as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Ballet%2057.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;can from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takeshi who plays Jin in FlyingDaggers. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/20.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/1600/20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Most of the time, girls who play basketball [&lt;strong&gt;well&lt;/strong&gt;] tend to look a lot less like girls. In fact, some of them don't even look like girls at all, but I'm not using it against them. Man can they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLAY BALL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And we Melawatians.. Well we look like what we are, ordinary teenage girls who just look slightly more tanned than the average Melawatian girl who doesn't play basketball. We look like the average girl la at least. But then, we don't play half as well as those girls/boys do. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I actually even recall how S.Jan blogged on MSSD '05 providing this photo of a girl who had a very peculiar hair-cut. I remember her exclaiming, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who has hair like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit these ppl are definitely more up to date when it comes to fashion la, all we do is don a pair of jeans and t-shirt... b-b-boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sometimes wonder how I can do this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC00293.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And yet do this at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/f4bc09ae.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So whenever I bump into a baller at a shopping mall looking like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Flash%28028%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't expect the other girl to look the same. I actually know she'll be looking like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Noob.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hahahhaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And yet we share the same interest in the same sport. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No wonder they look down on us Melawatians!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114961008640983999?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114961008640983999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114961008640983999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114961008640983999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114961008640983999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/kum-hor_06.html' title='Kum Hor'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114943064117054107</id><published>2006-06-04T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:13:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Hillside, Hello Tiara Kemensah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everytime I make an effort to cook-up some real good story, my entry is simply forgotten as the posts of others steal the limelight and become the main focus for the next 4-5 days. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But yes, back to the topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Click..%28039%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As most of you already know, I've already shifted into my new semi-d house for about a month or so already. By now, 99% of our belongings are already here and only a thing or two is left back at Hillside waiting for us to go back and claim it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Strange as it may seem, I actually missed my apartment imensely during the 1st week of my stay in Tiara. Though my semi-d may be much bigger &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN COMPARED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to my mini-apartment, I missed Hillside nonetheless as I spent 14yrs of my life there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm really getting the hang of staying in Tiara though; living in a two-storey house obviously means more chores, more cleaning, etc... But 'tis fun when you have yr very own garden to tend to! Wheeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, I am able to bid the final farewell to Hillside as I find myself no longer having all these feelings of attachment to my beloved apartment. I don't feel as though I wish I were back there anymore, nor do I still think we're heading back for the apartment whenever we're on the way home from outside. I'm even getting the hang of having my very own room, although I still miss sharing a room with my sister every now and then (whenever we're on good terms).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Click..%28087%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And my family too share the same feelings I do!!! We love our new house alot, and we're glad to receive visitors whenever we're free!&lt;br /&gt;So much so that my Mum already held a "tea party" once or twice already, and even I had my friends over :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Image%20%2869%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Gosh.. Me talking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Click..%28106%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; This photo's funny. Ah kit dah puas and Jojo regreting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Click..%28107%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MR. Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My lot on my left is still vacant - it's been that way since day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The house on my right happens to be a very good friend of Gordon Lee, Sarah Lee's father and it's already been twice that we saw Mr. Lee paying my neighbour, Mr. Ong a morning visit to talk about orchids and whatnots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I even saw Tim, Sarah's boyfriend here with Mr. Lee just yesterday. I even waved to him and wondered whether or not Tim even knew who the heck I was. He did seem friendly and smiley enough when I yelled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's me! Sarah's friend, June!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He smiled and waved of course, but I still doubted whether or not he knew who I was exactly. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well he did, since Sarah msged me 15mins after that saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well hello there neighbour,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Phew!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; At least I didn't feel too embarrassed knowing that he did know me after all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've been going to Sg wang twice in two days already, and if everything goes as planned I shall be going there tomorrow as well. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;I even met Alien there. (&lt;em&gt;Alien's this Chonghwa Gombak grad whom I was seeing 2yrs back)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I even got to know him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I managed to buy 2 dresses for RM120!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Check out MK for those who haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! Now i've got 2 birthday dresses :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forgive me for not having photos of my new house. We have yet to snap shots in our new home, but hopefully there'll be more to come. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuition was alright today - minus the fact that I was lacking of sleep so badly my eyes were constantly out of focus!&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't THAT bad, at least Jo and I managed to talk quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Tang Kee as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Right after I finish, my dad calls and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"June? On your way home? Meet us at Regent for dimsum la,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I, appalled, say, "I just finished my lunch,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hahaha. But I meet them at BB Walk anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;See see... I"m a good friend lei. Immediately somemore I went and did the favour for Jo.&lt;br /&gt;*Kiddingnya... Just proud I managed to find a stall so soon. I imagined myself combing through every floor before being able to find a suitable stall with the suitable purpose. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;So that's the reason I'm proud - for being able to find the right stall within 5mins. :D :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Flash%28102%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okie okie, I look damn cacat in this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114943064117054107?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114943064117054107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114943064117054107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114943064117054107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114943064117054107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/farewell-hillside-hello-tiara-kemensah.html' title='Farewell Hillside, Hello Tiara Kemensah'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114934738009379828</id><published>2006-06-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:09:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH NITE 06'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/1600/Slide2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/1600/Slide1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 555px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/400/Slide1.0.jpg" width="555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be a youth nite specially for YOUTHS out there... it will be big.. =) haha come come..more information contact me without hesitation  -a non-muslim event-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;@LVIN~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114934738009379828?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114934738009379828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114934738009379828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114934738009379828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114934738009379828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/youth-nite-06.html' title='YOUTH NITE 06&apos;'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114922039061927158</id><published>2006-06-02T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:53:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27th May 2006. I  joined a &lt;strong&gt;GIRL POWER CAMP&lt;/strong&gt; organised by the seventeen&lt;br /&gt;magazine and Sunway Collage. Tsing Hiseh's fetched the both of us there. The&lt;br /&gt;camp was strictly for girls and 280 girls turned up on that day! We were then&lt;br /&gt;divided in to groups. I was in Group 4. The girls in my group were so nice n&lt;br /&gt;polite. Thank god there were no bitches in my group! Talks about beauty tips,&lt;br /&gt;how to style, the way we walk and sit, healthy diets, self denfence,pillow talk&lt;br /&gt;(before we go to bed) and guy talk were given by excellent speakers. We had&lt;br /&gt;games like "amazing race" where by we had to RUN ALL OVER SUNWAY COLLAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;bloody fug. daym penat okay. The lift was to slow so we decided to take the&lt;br /&gt;stairs instead. walao eh. Try imaginin running up till the 4th floor n running&lt;br /&gt;back down for atleast 5 times. And mind you. the Collage isn't small okay! I&lt;br /&gt;love the guy talk best! Girls were given the chance to ask 3 young dudes ( 2 of&lt;br /&gt;em are 18 &amp; the other one is 24) anything. Lemme repeat that.&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING.  So there goes. You'd be suprised to hear all sorts of weird&lt;br /&gt;questions we girls had been dying to ask guys!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl " Is a girl's virginity important to you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tiro answered " Nope. As long as I love her. It doesnt really matters" (really ah?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl " Will you date your best friend's ex-gf?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy1 "Yes. I dun see why not?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy 2 &amp; 3 " Hell no! no way!" (semangat setiakawan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They guys were really cool. They were really honest. haha. We had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/hawt%20chickx.jpg2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/hawt%20chickx.jpg2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Group picture. Great girls great attitudes. Group 3 + group 4. cant remember their names tho. Yes  yes i know.  I have a terrible memory. don't have to remind me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080076.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Check out all the &lt;strong&gt;sexy hawt babes&lt;/strong&gt; shaking their asses that night. Too bad guys can't attend this camp or else you guys will definitely drool over all the hot chicks! kua kua kua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/sleepin%20beauties.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/sleepin%20beauties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mimi.tsing hsieh.sya.mich&lt;/strong&gt;.Posers before going to bed! We had to sleep in the MultiPurpose Hall. I had a hard time going to sleep because the floor was as hard as a rock. Thank god they had air-cond so wasn't that bad actually plus all of us were so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1080159.jpgw.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1080159.jpgw.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May(a new girl we met at camp).. Mich.. Tsing.. Sya.. Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Before we left. We decided to take one last shot. I love the camp. It was great! We get to know new people from different places eventho some of them acted like bitches but over all, most of them are really nice. The saddest part was the leaving part. I really didn't want it to end so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114922039061927158?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114922039061927158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114922039061927158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114922039061927158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114922039061927158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-power-camp.html' title='Girl Power Camp'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114913310906009766</id><published>2006-06-01T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:38:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>Ee Von messaged and asked the girls to ball yesterday evening (thursday) and ended up only Tsing, Ee Von and I turned up! All ffk-ers! Bleahhh... But it was pretty fun! We kick those form 3 boys asses off. No point of showing off doing one man show boys. We are not impressed at all. PLay as a team. See.. I am not bloody referring to them only.. but to all younger players who BLOODY love doing that. And thinking girls can't play is way way worst. (I am referring to the youngers one,mind you). I am not saying we can play well... but it's really bad to under-estimate us! HnG! :)&lt;br /&gt;One team, one spirit. Oh! we spent most of our time talking and laughing! Really cool! haahaha.. I was so So HyPEr!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And June... your post.. woW.. HuhUhuhu.... What's so fascinating bout guys that actually attracts us? Cause we are not les. Eh! No. I will just keep wondering. hurmms.. Not gonna comment much on that! But girl... you really can't rush into a relationship just like that.. When the right time comes, the right man comes, you will have a longer,lasting relationship. that's better than a few months relationship. But yet again, we won't know how long one relationship will ilast. maybe a life time.. lol.. good luck!Any guy who is interested in knowing her.. Give her a holla~ ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiela... sticky-stink me have to take a shower now.. Bleahh! CiAoZ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114913310906009766?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114913310906009766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114913310906009766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114913310906009766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114913310906009766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/06/wheeeeee.html' title='wHeeeeee!!'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114909163193017795</id><published>2006-05-31T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:07:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What being "single" REALLY means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;... to &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt; at least. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Note that this post is from &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; perspective, &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; speculations, &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; opinions, &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; eyes, and no-one else's. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNLESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I quote them, of course. So before I see some sort of unintelligent comments coming up which are really contradicting and stupid, I advise you re-read this entire post to ensure you've got sufficient proof and back-up 1st. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, with that said...&lt;br /&gt;Just around Dec last yr, I rmb telling Jo and Choo during an evening in school during the long term break while we were playing basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hmmm, I better stay single next yr la,"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then I also clearly remember Choo saying something like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah right... Bet you'll get a boyfriend by next yr,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okie it was either Choo or Graeme that said that, it's all very vague to me now.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it was Choo if I"m not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyways, true enough he got it right and my &lt;em&gt;"single"&lt;/em&gt; title was stripped off as soon as I gained it just so recently.&lt;br /&gt;That so-called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"relationship"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; failed of course, I've never really been good at boyfriends anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIstory repeats itself for the ignorant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I fall under that category then. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So, after not seeing anyone for up to 4months come this beginning of June, life doesn't seem so interesting after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Parents tell us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Boyfriends and girlfriends not important at this age. Studies shld come 1st. Graduate your uni and finish your course, then think about them. Now you're all too young to know what love really is," etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friends tell us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why so desperate to find boyfriend/girlfriend? Friends are more important! Single and available ma... More fun then being attached!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt; they say.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't &lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt; for me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Recently I've been whinning to my friends alot, on how I'm beginning to get a little bored already. Then comes in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're too picky la,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry la! The right guy will come for you,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tomorrow Mr. Right will be knocking on your door,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've given up on those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But then again, I admit that I brought this all upon myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to admit that I'm not really a good &lt;em&gt;"girlfriend", &lt;/em&gt;and that my heart is more fickle than tropical weather. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud of what I did, whatever it was I did, but I admit it and I can't undo all I've done.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... Perhaps being single for a long period might help. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe I've got too bright or boisterous a personality that it scares alot of guys away.&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I'm too dull to attract anybody's interest.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm not attractive enough...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;No, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;Neither am I a-pondering upon my weakness and faults that I'm about to take drastic measures and changes just to attract at least &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; miserable guy.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm not &lt;strong&gt;DESPERATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At least, I'm not &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; desperate... [&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to whoever said the single life is definitely more interesting that the committed one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It certainly ISN'T for ME!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Cechetti%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114909163193017795?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114909163193017795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114909163193017795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114909163193017795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114909163193017795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-being-single-really-means.html' title='What being &quot;single&quot; REALLY means...'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114880116832175076</id><published>2006-05-28T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:26:08.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This was supposed to be part of my post yesterday, but streamyx was giving some problems so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ANyways.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love those sweet dreams that you have every now and then where you wish they weren't dreams at all, but in fact were true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's what happened to me the previous night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And here's a photo of the person my dream circulated upon on that particular night:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/20590580441853l%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He's Hsiang's friend from Sg Buloh, and how weird of me to dream of him of ALL people! I barely even know this guy, save that his name's Vei Lun. Goosh!&lt;br /&gt;Alas, 'twas only a dream! If I were Romeo, whose dreams were not dreams, but real life indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114880116832175076?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114880116832175076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114880116832175076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114880116832175076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114880116832175076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet dreams :)'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114874143303292176</id><published>2006-05-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:50:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd home and SMKTM the 2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I'm referring to...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;KLCC larh, where else?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I named it my 2nd home is mainly because my family and I have the tendency to go to KLCC at least twice in a week, every week. Goodness me. It's as though my parents think it's our obligation to visit KLCC, or else it'll run outta business if we don't. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about them, but I am already pretty sick with frequenting KLCC SO often. It seems to me like they aren't fed-up of it, seeing on how they love going there every single week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've suggested going to MV instead a couple of times, but all they say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's too late to go to MV at this time of the day,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's so far away, KLCC is easier. Besides, parking will be easier as&lt;br /&gt;well,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"At this time, we'll be stuck in the carpark for half an hour. Might as well&lt;br /&gt;save time and go to KLCC,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aiyooo...&lt;br /&gt;Come on! I'm sure it's worth taking the risk &lt;em&gt;SOMETIMES!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Enough&lt;/strong&gt; of KLCC!!!&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;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Well, that's my reason for calling it my 2nd home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As for SMKTM the 2nd, during every school break that lasts for a week and above, visiting KLCC at any day of the week, at any time of the day, will definitely cause you to meet a lot of familiar faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Schoolmates, form-mates, ex-school grads, jrs, srs, your friends, your rivals... well. As long as they're your schoolmates or Mlwtians, you're bound to meet at least 20 of them there in a single day's visit. If you don't, you're either really blur... or have trouble recognizing your own neighbours and school mates. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's like, walk to Isetan, and you meet 5 ppl from school from all forms along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Go down the escalator to TopSHop, you see 3 schoolmates on the opposite way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Walk towards the lrt station to go home, you wave to 6 different friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Walk from the lrt to head to Rotiboy, you acknowledge 4 other accquaintances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I guess that's why Mlwtians &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miss their schoolmates at all during the term breaks and week-long holidays - &lt;strong&gt;we bump into them at KLCC anyway!&lt;/strong&gt; So it's pretty much like going to school when you go for a shopping spree or a movie date at klcc. Only minus the study sessions and the presence of teachers. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Take today for e.g. I was at KLCC with Choo earlier who was accompanying me (even though I told him it wasn't necessary) as I was getting tix for my family tomorrow night. I saw Faiqah and her friend from the Arts stream, some boy from Class H, Hazel Loh, my 1 yr senior fresh-grads famous Malay gang, the famous Malay gangs' female counterparts (their girlfriends who unsurprisingly belong to the female famous Malay gang), 2 f5 boys from the Half Arts stream, my parents whom I met up with later said they saw Jo pass by, Jian Ping even msged me at some point saying he saw me there although I didn't see him, my sister saw her friend at Penang Cafe, who was with my formmate in the Arts stream who was my classmate in Std1, I saw Hong Wei Loon's girlfriend, and I even managed to bump into Gabriel and Jason who brought me to have a chat with Jean for awhile in Zara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's as many as I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. So well, enough said to prove my point. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As for Graeme's entry concerning the flu!&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Now you know ppl like &lt;em&gt;ME &lt;/em&gt;feel, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I remember once upon a time not too long ago you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Flu only la June... Like that also always wanna stay at home ah? Aihya.. sad&lt;br /&gt;la you all,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hahaha! Take that back! Take that back!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114874143303292176?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114874143303292176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114874143303292176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114874143303292176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114874143303292176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-2nd-home-and-smktm-2nd.html' title='My 2nd home and SMKTM the 2nd'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114865184636070593</id><published>2006-05-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:57:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1070361.jpge.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1070361.jpge.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Excatly half a month ago. which equals to 15 days go I was worrying bout my mid year exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Shit la. how now? i haven't started studyin yet. Not even a single blardy&lt;br /&gt;sheet!! I wun hav enuf time to study la. die liao. how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At that time, i was feeling so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPRESSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n so urm..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only god knows what&lt;/span&gt; la.. Felt as if i had to go tru all the suffering alone. No one will save me. I shall be left to die alone in the icy cold cruel heartless world of exam. (okay cut!) The idea of having to go through 15 days of hell is like a no ending kinda thing.. can onot? It seemed so far away. During the exam period i was counting days as if i was counting &lt;strong&gt;CENTURIES &lt;/strong&gt;!! gosh..babi! Thank GOD!!! its finally over!! Altho i wud say i screwed up everything  and i meant&lt;strong&gt; EVERY DANG THING&lt;/strong&gt;!!! . but yea. im glad its  finally over!! and i can finally enjoy my holidays!! okay. mayb not la. hav to go back skul fer some stupid ceremah. babay betol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll be joining  an &lt;strong&gt;"ALL GIRLS POWER"&lt;/strong&gt; camp organised by seventeen magzine n sunway collage tomorrow (26/5/06). Its a camp for only gurlie gurls like moi age around 15 till 19 where they will be teaching us bout gurlie stuff like make-ups. self defence (espicailly against colour wolf) n lots more!! huahuahua. okay. out sudden i dun feel so gurlish anymore. why eh? haha. urm.. a few peps frm melawati high will be joining that camp too.!! &lt;blockquote&gt;I'm excited!! so excited!! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hope all the gurls i'm gonna meet there will be some pleasant looking bunch of cool peps n not bunch of fugging biatches.&lt;/em&gt;. hehe.. Gotta run to pack my stuff now!!! Cant wait to get back home n start hanging out with my bunch of fwens over here!!! I miss hanging out wif them!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114865184636070593?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114865184636070593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114865184636070593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114865184636070593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114865184636070593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-nightmare.html' title='My nightmare.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114792483998695824</id><published>2006-05-18T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:00:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/1600/shawn%20ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/shawn%20ashley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i'm back here hahaha =P oh well..&lt;br /&gt;lazyin around lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voted 2006 Best Comedy&amp;Emotional&amp;Saddening show... is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao Hai Pu Pen II !!hahahaa &lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure the pinyin is correct onot :P june help hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la cius!.. its I'm not stupid too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/1600/joshua%20ang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/joshua%20ang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jo wil like this =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i'm off to da vinci code... first to watch weee! hahah  hav a good time ppl&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114792483998695824?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114792483998695824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114792483998695824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114792483998695824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114792483998695824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/tadaaa.html' title='Tadaaa'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114733790541269774</id><published>2006-05-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:58:26.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch us dunk. amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1070556.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1070556.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; This picture looked so wrong kan? tsk tsk..so.. urm.. whats the word again.. OPENLY. haha.. ouh well.. not like they care.. took the pic at Hsiang's garden while getting ready to cut the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1070528.JPGw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1070528.JPGw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT!!! see me dunk.. my 1st time dunking! serious shit! i've never touch the basketball rim in my whole entire life!!! okay okay.. i know i am short *eyes rolling*.. believe it or not.. the rim was actually higher than a normal basketball court's rim and i CAN touch it.. haha. aint no kindy basketball rim aight!!! I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1070542.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1070542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay. so I am not the only person who can touch the rim la. *pai seh* haha.. Tsing Tsing came next!! woohhooo..whoopieee.. this is what you call true skills. hehe. check out Choo's hand and his big head at d corner of the pic. see how high tsing jumped!! amazing isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1070533.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1070533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt; I guessed we all ter-makan some kinda jumping potion that day. Even June oso can touch the high high rim leh!!! wah sai.. geng!!! hahaha.. check out her skills. I am so proud of her!! haha.. no really. you tell me. how many gurls out there you know can actually touch that rim? prove it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1070525.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1070525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SEE!! Even Jojo can touch it!! see how happy she is.. way to go jolene!!! See see!! she almost touched the rim!! grab it ! grab it!!! haha.. ouh ouh.. I'm sure Ramesh (ur coach) wud be so proud of u if he sees these photos. haha.. he might just break down infront of u all n say " jo,june, tsing..how i wished u guys can actully play THAT well during MSSD." hahaha.. would hav got champion kan.. but still *claps claps* u guys still rawks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;yayaya.. okay okay.. Im sure no one would believe all the crap i was talking about how great and cool it was just because we touched the rim.. hahaha.. confession time. aiyor. we din jump that high to reach the rim la. Hsiang's basketball ter-went ontop the roof so someone took out the ladder so that they can climb up the roof to get the ball back. So the four of us was being a little "jakun". d-uh. we never had the chance to touch the rim okay!!! (or was it just me? haha) okay. jolene started off 1st. she climed n pretend to dunk. proceed. the pose was cool tho!! so we decided to take some pictures instead. *jakun-ness* not bad eh!!! *pai seh* =.=" but atleast we DID touch the rim okay!!! p/s: if we'd really dunk. why isnt our hair flying all over the place? din u all notice how neat our hairs were? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114733790541269774?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114733790541269774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114733790541269774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114733790541269774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114733790541269774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/watch-us-dunk-amazing.html' title='Watch us dunk. amazing.'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114724865932826188</id><published>2006-05-10T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T04:26:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As puzzled as anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I thank the right timing of Sentoku Rinpoche and Songkhapa for coming into my life just when things are beginning to take a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Truly, it has made me see things clearer, to be kind to even those who are unkind to me, and to practice the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"do not associate with fools"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; phrase I have been told since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the former somehow seems the better approach as the ppl whom I associate with are definitely not fools. For if they were, then indeed I am a bigger one for being their friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And of course, every now and then, knowing the behaviour of girls we are &lt;strong&gt;BOUND&lt;/strong&gt; to argue, misinterpret, misunderstand, disagree and most probably bitch behind each other's back. I'd like to see any normal girl in society to truthfully admit she has yet to say anything good/bad about her friend behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will not find such a person, or perhaps it is &lt;em&gt;NEARLY&lt;/em&gt; impossible to find such a person. But I can assure you at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;one girl you know will admit that such a person is impossible to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lately I have heard about alot of stories, news, rumours and whatnots flying about the school. Firstly there was the week of &lt;strong&gt;"Getting Caught"&lt;/strong&gt; where the news of the spicey happenings in BLock E fired up the whole school with talks for perhaps weeks or months to come. It is still going on up till now, and day by day you can discover amazing additions to and versions of the various stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hearing that itself, is proof about what I'm about to point out. Nevertheless, it tempts one to believe entirely whatever one has heard. Not to mention with the help of the famous theory, &lt;em&gt;"Rumours come from somewhere, it starts from the truth, so there's bound to be truth in it,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But then again, not many ever pause to think that it might not be the rumour itself, but the person who adds a lil' salt and pepper along the way.&lt;br /&gt;SO, you can never really believe whatever you hear a 100%, can you? You never know if the rumour or story or news had [unfortunately] reached the ears of a &lt;em&gt;bitchy, jealous, rival/enemy&lt;/em&gt; who gleamed at the opportunity to bring you down and therefore contributed largely in displaying all these untrue facts, ugly lies and death-sentencing falseness about you. And thus, she/he would've suceeded in destroying you, for you have also played a part (however small) in bullying your own friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although not entirely right, it is neither entirely wrong for one to talk/critisize a friend behind his/her back. It is when those criticism gets exaggerated, "ditokok tambah" and painted in the wrong light&lt;strong&gt; INTENTIONALLY&lt;/strong&gt; that I find it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: IN MY PERSONAL OPINION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lately I have had a no. of ppl ask me what has been going on between me and a certain friend. Perhaps that friend feels nothing of all this, perhaps that friend hasn't even realized that the situation between us has turned odd. I have of course, I am not blind towards a friendship that turns awry or goes astray, I never have. Although I may have kept it to myself (which I believe I almost never do), there are a certain selected few whom I choose to share my innermost opinions with. And glad am I to say that those few have not failed me yet, and hopefully never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, there were also a selected other few, whom I did confide in when it came to other topics, and I am very regretful that I ever trusted them in the 1st place. Boasting to be trustworthy and claiming to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"not the type that would blurt things out"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they obviously did not live up to their name, and infact, not only did they break their promise, but also to add plenty of spices to whatever they spread. Intentionally or not, I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just very recently, word came to my ears by a reliable source on how 2 of my most trusted friends have betrayed me in some way or other. Whether or not they realize that, it is yet to be known, but perhaps I do not want to know. No, I don't want to kn ow. Such ill-dealings shall not be associated with me by all means, and I am sure I have in the past, and so I shall stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And just to point out - I have of course talked about my own friends before, be it infront of them or behind their backs. But it was not meant to hurt them, nor was it meant to ruin their reputation or anything like that. No, it wasn't. Perhaps at the spur of the moment I was upset, hurt, or angry after hearing things, and I blurted out stuff better not said. I have talked behind ppl's backs, but never do I "bitch" in a way so much so to spread false rumours and lies, merely to complain and to pour out my heartaches and dissatisfaction in a friendship or in a situation I find uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My point is, though it may intrigue you to hear more and perhaps even entirely believe in what you hear from others, let it be known that the Malay proverb is indeed very true. "Bertepuk sebelah tangan" is never possible, and so how can it always only be the fault of one side? Surely if an arguments happens, there is &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS, ALWAYS&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2sides&lt;/strong&gt; of the story and not just &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Believe not everything that comes by, for if you yourself are capable of [intentionally] twisting an account of any event, know that perhaps whatever you heard to has been twisted, modified, edited and re-printed. There are always &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sides to any story you hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114724865932826188?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114724865932826188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114724865932826188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114724865932826188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114724865932826188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-puzzled-as-anyone.html' title='As puzzled as anyone'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114692658417987643</id><published>2006-05-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:43:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno what to say la</title><content type='html'>Sorry that we are not updating here that frequent anymore. Everybody is busy with their stuffs (preparations for exam.etc.etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the pic to place everything back to normal. (chatter box etc etc) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's happening to everyone. I feel weird about this of course but I dunno about others. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chills people! WE just need to hang out a lil more ;) Guess that will do. we will get to catch up with juicy yummy-licious gossips and all.. yeaps! I would love it! hehehe have fun. ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114692658417987643?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114692658417987643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114692658417987643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114692658417987643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114692658417987643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/dunno-what-to-say-la.html' title='Dunno what to say la'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114663998418486612</id><published>2006-05-03T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:38:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share it.</title><content type='html'>Before I start, check this out! It's a sentence to test your eye side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see? Serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to use your left hand and pull your left eye to the left same goes to the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright! Another easier way! Pull your chair back a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. Been quite sometime since I stepped in here to update this blog. :) I really don't know what can I blog about though. Exam? BORING. My life? BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway! June is shifting real soon! I don't think it's a good idea to put her new address here (not like I remember hers for now).. hahaa.. Will be helping her out on Friday. yips yips! I am excited for her as well but am wondering if she could stand it there without the air-condition (she doesn't like it) because it's freaking hot there. With surrounding houses all built up with cement + bata? huhuhu.. we will see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house phone is out! TOTALLY OUt! for few days already. So sorry to those who tried getting me through my house phone. Yes! there is the ringing tone but we can't hear. I dunno why it just doesn't seem to reach. Not the first time, so bare with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. you have to excuse me now. tHunnDeeErRrrrr-roooooommm-roooooommmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114663998418486612?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114663998418486612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114663998418486612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114663998418486612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114663998418486612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/05/share-it.html' title='Share it.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114606262673397250</id><published>2006-04-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:43:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this photo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/1600/DSC02665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;h§1@Ñg ----&gt; screwed up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;helooo&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;h§1@Ñg ----&gt; screwed up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;wow sexy&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;h§1@Ñg ----&gt; screwed up.. says:&lt;br /&gt;u n jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hsiang says Jo and I look &lt;em&gt;sexy &lt;/em&gt;in it, hah!&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not that's true, shall be left to the individual's perception and opinion. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114606262673397250?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114606262673397250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114606262673397250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114606262673397250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114606262673397250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/sexy.html' title='Sexy!'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114594912559565617</id><published>2006-04-25T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:12:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foghorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That's exactly how I sound like when I"m having my usual bouts of sinus attacks and sneezing fits.&lt;br /&gt;And it's an actual fact that I usually have hardcore sneezing fits especially during tests or exams - when the classroom is at its quietest and everybody's full-aware of you sneezing away like a blardy foghorn.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And for those of you who think sneezing is funny, or not a big deal, or simply cannot understand what the fuss is about, I suggest you shut up, okie?&lt;br /&gt;Because you will probably never understand our plight when it comes to flus and sneezing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The only 2 other ppl whom I know I can gain sympathy from concerning this matter are no other than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choo Jin Ho and Liew Jian Ping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - simply because they share the same problem as I do!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. And maybe Rueben as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it sucks being fluish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114594912559565617?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114594912559565617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114594912559565617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114594912559565617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114594912559565617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/foghorn.html' title='Foghorn'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114562211230585138</id><published>2006-04-21T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:21:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, I have decided to blog although I told myself I'll be staying away from the computer for some time thanks to my err, increasing headaches perhaps caused by over-straining of the eyes. :)&lt;br /&gt;But well, I've this great urge to blog, and my adrenaline is pumping so hard my hands are actually trembling from all the excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isn't it ironic? Many a time you hear ppl talking about how much he/she hates a particular person, but yet can never find the will power to stop talking about that particular hated person? When you hate someone, it's different from dislike. If you dislike the person, you just dislike his/her actions/way of speech/tone of voice/expressions on face, and would be happier if you didn't have to face him/her at all.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is when someone HATES a person, that he/she begins to devote his/her life to solely making up comments, critism, gossip and rumours about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, this is ordinary, but it usually stops at some point when he/she figures out that it's just a waste of time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, you always get a couple of weirdos here and there in any society. It is when the critcism and gossip tend to get out of hand that you realize that person is probably jealous in the 1st place to be so aggreivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I mean, if you hate the person so much, why honour the person by showing that you know his/her life in such detail? There's a fine line between worship and hate in my opinion, and many a time have I seen these ppl cross that fine line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Especially with such advanced technology nowadays, a nerdy kid can easily create some macho nickname on some site or forum, and with his skills of "cutting" and "pasting" cool statements he sees from other ppl's sites, easily swoon others and convince them that he IS who his err, "alter-ego" says he is.&lt;br /&gt;It is highly possible that the ppl who have been convinced shall never have to see your true nerdy face, your scrawny body in reality. Being online makes you feel like a superhero! You're BOLD! You're BRAVE! You can say and do anything! Because you never have to face them like y ou usually do in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, what do you really prove by doing all this, actually?&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, you don't even get to see my lip tremble in shame as you utter all these lethal words! You don't get to see me hide in my room because of the shame that engulfs me after reading all your criticism. All you see is a bunch of words, possibly 95% of which you barely understand, therefore defeated my purpose of trying to you to gain some knowledge into that empty brain of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in a way you can say you DID win, because you finally got my attention to start dedicating another post just for you. But I think our reasons are different. You do so just because you can't find anything more productive to do with your time. I, on another hand, just can't stand the fact that you're promoting your stupidity on my group's blog (which Jo made the effort to create) and therefore contaminating the page.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can easily find out who you are, ban you from this page and delete all your worthless comments. But in order to prevent others from becoming as lowly and stupid as you, I must nevertheless show them what it is, so they will know never to commit such a stupid mistake as you have done.&lt;br /&gt;And thus, you have at least had ONE purpose in this world - as an example to today's society so they will never be as stupid as you. That's very courageous and thoughtful of you. So to all my friends who read this group blog, pls take the time to appreciate this ONE single good deed that he has done. Be thankful you were forewarned not be repeat his stupidity in other chatterboxes of other blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Do you all remember those talks they used to give in schools? About drugs and drug abusers and addicts? And if you can recall all those gruesome, graphic photos and pictures they showed you of their dwellings, their lifestyle and their wounds? The reason they showed you that was to make you realize the ugly consequences should you fall into the black pit. To give you realization and a clearer understanding on why they worked so hard on preventing drug abuse in the society.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with those ads and campaigns on Anti-smoking. The blackened lungs of smokers and blood clots in the deceased brain's? All for the same reasons. To prevent you from making their mistake.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, this person is actually playing the same role as these photos are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so, if you hate me so much, if you think my life is as miserable as you're trying to portray it to be, shouldn't you be smiling smugly whilst hanging out with your bunch of "cool friends" who're utterly "loyal" to you like dogs you bought? Or perhaps the friends you have are those that have been brain-washed completely, or undergone transformations like the Stepford Wives where at the touch of a button will do anything you wish them too? If those are the "cool, loyal friends" that you have, then I say "thank you very much, I"m very happy with the normal, humane kind I've got,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There is no need of the constant reminder that I have alot of enemies at my back, ever talking about me. I cannot change the opinions of others, it is their wish to talk about me if they find it pleasing. I am of course NOT saying that I love such happenings around me, I don't think anybody does.&lt;br /&gt;I have made many mistakes in the past, but I do not regret them for they have made me the better person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;But if they so choose to continue disliking me or gossiping about me, then there is obviously nothing I can do about it. However, if you come to a group blog where I am part of that group and start destroying the whole chatterbox with yo ur ugly, uncouth, broken BM/English, then of course I simply cannot let that go just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you think that you're leading a life waaaay better than the one I am currently living, then why do you bother coming here every now and then and try to squeeze the non-existent juice in what's left of your brain just to try to make mine reasonable? Even if you hated me right to the very blood that runs in my veins, you must lead a pretty miserable one yourself in order to dedicate yourself to this blog, plucking out every memory you have of my doings and heartaches and miserable love-story endings. Shouldn't you be outside now, hanging out with your friends while "yumcha" talking about some other "cooler" things and not thinking up ways of just putting me down over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you think that I'm so leading a miserable, lonely, "LAME" life, I don't think yours is pretty cool either. For if you were so cool yourself, LAME ppl like me wouldn't even be WORTH your time. ANd don't even try to say that you're doing this to point out how miserable, lame, hated, and stupid I am. Because if you really thought I was all of the stated, you'd pretty much leave this blog alone, because it has lame and bitchy posts in it. Unless you're currently interested in taking up a diploma in "the studies of ppl who I think lame but in actual fact are probably smarter than I am" which is offered at the university college of "Non-Existing" of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you who thinks you are high and mighty and smug by throwing all these comments that do not even link to one another, rather they hurt the eyes of those who read them thanks to your funny grammar, then you are far worse for you seem to enjoy looking at them alot.&lt;br /&gt;If you see shit on the road, you go, "Eyar.. look at that shit. Omg, there's a pile of vomit next to it summor, so disgusting," but continue looking at it anyway, you must be more disgusting and revolting at that pile to actually find it fascinating enough to carry on observing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you have such a big problem with me, by all means, leave this blog and never read it again. You are definitely not welcomed here. Not by the members of this group blog anyways, I don't know about the readers who visit la, hehe. And don't gimme crap about, "you're not welcomed in so-and-so-wherever anyway," because I'm talking about MY GROUP BLOG, not some other public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastly, thank you very much for setting a perfect example of an empty, hollowed skull of a person on this group blog. I am sure you have saved many a full brain from emptying itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114562211230585138?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114562211230585138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114562211230585138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114562211230585138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114562211230585138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/ironic-isnt-it.html' title='Ironic, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114561587661273645</id><published>2006-04-21T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:37:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>I noticed that we are no longer hanging out that often. All of us are busy with our own things most of the time and never really sit and talk around like how it used to be.. Or.. wait.. was it neveR? I dunno~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Congratulations to Melawati's Choir team for making a big triumph this year! After 10 years of Kepong holding the victory title, Melawati finally got it this year~ The funny thing about Kepong's trainer called Poh Yei up to actually yelled at her left me with amazement.. Kepong.. finally.. Guess all of them really enjoyed the moment of success. :) Graeme is in choir too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, after the month of May, everybody will be busy studying and all as SPM is approaching nearer and nearer.. Try to count by weeks and see.. you will scare the hell of out of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;hurmms.. Anyway, anyhow.. we will fight out way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmms... this is actually a pointless jot.. I dunno what to say but just for the sake of updating this soon-to-be-left-out blog.. Choi! obviously not! It will go on right people? :) Nola, later they say i am not contributing in here any longer and all.. Moreover, I was the one who came out with this idea so I think it's bad to leave it behind just like that.. I still love here okie! It's indescribably fun :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. okiela.. ciaoz.. I will surely update a bit more often :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114561587661273645?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114561587661273645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114561587661273645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114561587661273645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114561587661273645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114536545221998479</id><published>2006-04-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:04:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p-i-s-s-i-n-g...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;everything now&lt;br /&gt;everyday somehow&lt;br /&gt;its ticking me off&lt;br /&gt;irratated of what i hear&lt;br /&gt;annoyed of what i see&lt;br /&gt;flicked at what i touched&lt;br /&gt;enough of what has been going on&lt;br /&gt;let me go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;detach me from this string&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a string of botheration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114536545221998479?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114536545221998479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114536545221998479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114536545221998479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114536545221998479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/p-i-s-s-i-n-g.html' title='p-i-s-s-i-n-g...'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114525405904521617</id><published>2006-04-17T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:07:39.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I came on9 meaning to blog for one reason, but luckily I managed to open my eyes and thankfully saw clearly. It's pointless for me to blog on that now. :)&lt;br /&gt;But, don't you think it's funny the way ppl react towards something true (but painful) about them?&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the today's modern world of world wide web, anything and everything is possible. You can assume any character, adopt any pseudonym, and do things beyond your imagination, say things you know never possible in the realities of everyday life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird to see someone assume a pseudonym then lash out terribly at a statement they saw only because it's oh-so-true.&lt;br /&gt;And the weird thing, they get so caught up in defending their sorry asses that they don't even get their facts right! And THAT"S soooo ridiculous on their behalf because then, they've just given you a 101 excuses to justify yourself and humiliate the crack outta them.&lt;br /&gt;But it usually isn't worth it half the time, because ppl like this probably wouldn't get what you're trying to tell them anyways. So insults and jokes are just gone to waste, better save them for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh, I read Kav's blog and I think it's really sweet of you to give commentaries on each player and what you thought about her, but I'm pretty sure you missed out Izzah if I'm not mistaken. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh, and Jo brought the card today; a thank you card for our beloved Coach, Ramesh! We got each player to sign her name with a simple message on it and along with two photos - one of the team and one of the team with him - post it to his house in Batu Arang, Rawang!&lt;br /&gt;Writing msgs like that the old-fashioned way and actually snail-mailing it reminds me on how the y outh today is unfortunate for all this technology around them - we don't get to experience the anxiety and the exhiliration in mailing and receiving letters I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;And, call me crazy, but I was very nearly close to tears as I was reading my teammates msgs and writing my own. He's probably the most patient coach we've ever had, especially when it comes to a bunch like us - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the u18 girls team of SMKTM 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know abt the rest of you, but this was truly my most favourite combination in a team, and I'm very sad to part with it.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention reading the f4s of the team write th ings like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See you soon =)" and "Looking fwd to your coaching again!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Makes me feel even worst than ever knowing that there won't be such chances for us f5s anymore! Grrrr. I mean of course we're totally entitled to participate in open tourneys in the time to come, but never again will we train for something like that, &lt;em&gt;ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful I got to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;Till later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114525405904521617?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114525405904521617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114525405904521617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114525405904521617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114525405904521617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/pointless.html' title='Pointless.'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114514659013972435</id><published>2006-04-16T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T08:20:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up.</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling utterly miserable today.. Just yesterday I woke up for MSSD, and today tuition and coming days only for school. The end of MSSD really indicates that I or rather, we are all leaving high school soon. Sooner than you ever imagine.. thoughts during form 1 up to 4 are still fresh on my mind.. and now.. I will be leaving in like 6 months time.. I always wonder why do they actually feel sad.. Now I understand.. Now I am feeling it.. *sigh* Surely there's lots of ups and downs... but i really wish i could turn back time.. I don't really wanna grow up.. responsibilities to hold to the REAL world we will soon be facing.. ahh.. I don't like the idea at all.. 0_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just read my friend's blog who shall not be named.. his girlfriend is actually my friend too.. but they broke up when they are so far away, facing communication probs.. she left him for a new one.. who could be there for her all or most of the time.. If you love someone that deep like you said it... how could you possibly do that.. not like he's leaving for years.. but that one month surely has proven where your love worth.. boy.. you deserve a better one and tears felt my eyes reading it.. sigh* early morning.. it actually drew me back to memories where I,myself experienced... never wanna say a word.. never knew who to cry to.. which shoulder to hold on to before they start spreading worst and unwanted rumours.. reminds me the bad dreams I had throughout the 6 months of hell.. pointless life.. wake up thining about it and start sobbing till you fall asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they say.. cry yourself to bed.. words one said.. things one did.. attitude one showed like never before... it's all shown during that period..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T WANNA LEAVE HIGHSHOol.. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114514659013972435?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114514659013972435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114514659013972435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114514659013972435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114514659013972435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/waking-up.html' title='Waking up.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114511505263880152</id><published>2006-04-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:46:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed? Upset? Proud? hah... joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/1600/DSC02826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes, that's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;Confused.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why Jo could afford to be mad after we lost to IH whilst the rest of the team was busy crying their eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody was crying because they knew they did alot of mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody was crying because they knew they did alot of mistakes they obviously shouldn't have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody was crying because they knew they did alot of mistakes obviously not possible were they to have played properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody knew they could've done better had they listened to Coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody knew they didn't listen to Coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody knew that Coach was upset because we didn't listen to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody knew winning all that 3 games with high scores was to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hmmm, and whilst Jo was practically the only one who was hustling for the ball and giving her all, the rest of us just gave up. As Ramesh said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You all gave up too early, even before the match ended,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not sure whether or not I gave up too early. But I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I did.&lt;br /&gt;I was in tears even &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the match ended, and the only thing that got me to get my butt back in was because of Coach.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm such a wimp! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As for today's match, I've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;We lost to Segar, 16-7.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the fact that we actually managed to beat the Gold Medalist of this yr's MSSD in u18 girls category, SMK Rawang Bt 16, 16-11 O.T., but didn't find it possible to even get more than 10pts in for the semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention it was actually 7-0 with us down throughout the 1st quarter.&lt;br /&gt;Ramesh was busy giving out all sorts of instructions, urging us to use his very effective Set Play 3.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, not everybody listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today, instead of Jo hustling up and down, that role was played by me.&lt;br /&gt;NOlah, I dont mean to boast or anything. I'm just meaning to say that, if either she or me can do it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why not the rest of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than &lt;strong&gt;insist&lt;/strong&gt; the set plays won't work, why don't you just shut up, get his words in your head and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to do it for once?&lt;br /&gt;Who's the Coach here, you or him? I'm sure he knows what he's doing, so why bother going against him?&lt;br /&gt;Make your mistakes, but of course, we're human. What do you do then? Too busy laughing around at your silly mistake till you forget to pay attention to what's going on in the court?&lt;br /&gt;Rather than insist &lt;em&gt;"I cannot, I cannot... I just cannot..."&lt;/em&gt; Why don't you just shut up and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at least to correct them?&lt;br /&gt;Anything's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know I made alot of mistakes as well. And I ask the whole of the u18 girls team including Ramesh to forgive me for doing so. I missed two of my freeshots, I missed one of my layups. But I think I made amends after today's game. I only wished you all would've done the same. Just because we lost our chance of fighting for finals, it doesn't mean that we should've given up in the semis. It still counts. Sometimes winning or losing doesn't really matter, what matters is whether or not you really strove for it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody blames you for losing if you really tried your best, if you really gave your all, if you listened to your Coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I'm particularly glad for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reason at least.&lt;br /&gt;I knw that, not very many ppl had hopes for us at all.&lt;br /&gt;I knw for a fact that, alot of ppl even frm our own sch kept putting us down, talking behind our backs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"What's the point of having so many trainings a week? Training jer byk byk, pergi mesti kalah jugak,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fucking dare all you damned ppl who said to say it to the u18 girls again. Yes, you know who you are. To those of you, whom we support although we know there're undefeated Champs like Segar and Kepong in your category, but yet we have faith in you, because we come frm the same school.&lt;br /&gt;And yet you have no such faith in us whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you who have so much to say, so much to brag, so much to think you've got to be arrogant with, went home.&lt;br /&gt;We girls didn't think very much of ourselves. We didn't even expect to come this far, even. We knew we weren't very good, weren't very skillful when compared to the girls' teams outside. We weren't arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes around comes around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I"m sure the team thought that we'd never work out this yr.&lt;br /&gt;Half the team are in f5, the other half, f4.&lt;br /&gt;Last yr alone, we thought we cld never see eye to eye, never play as team, never even talk to each other without getting on each other's nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we proved our ownselves wrong by forming a really strong team this yr. When I say strong, I mean balanced. Every one of our players were capable enough to put in a basket, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Because whenever anyone asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Who's MVP? Who's top scorer?"&lt;br /&gt;That question always remained unanswered because there aren't any topscorers - Everybody had an equal chance of scoring during the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But well, what's done's done. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; use crying over spilt milk. :)&lt;br /&gt;And as for &lt;strong&gt;Lisa, Amanda, Ee Von and Izzah&lt;/strong&gt; who got selected for trying out for the GOmbak team, I wish you all the best and I hope you all make it in.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/the-girls-with-ramesh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114511505263880152?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114511505263880152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114511505263880152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114511505263880152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114511505263880152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/disappointed-upset-proud-hah-joke.html' title='Disappointed? Upset? Proud? hah... joke.'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114494110298539768</id><published>2006-04-13T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:12:04.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt. Disappointed. Upset. But P-RO-U-D. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I love you girls, really, I do :) &lt;br /&gt;Okie, so MSSD is still going on with two more days to go, and the u18 girls' have their final match this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;12-15th Apr, 2006 in SMK Kepong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;10 girls aged 16-17 yrs braced themselves for a battle they were about to face with SMK Rawang Batu 16 and SMk Teknik Sg Buloh.&lt;br /&gt;Rawang just so happened to be last yr's Silver Medalist and as for Sg Buloh, most ppl tend to assume them as walkovers practically, however sad or mean that may sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our 1st match was against Bt 16 on the 12th, on the inside court in Kepong sch at 10.55am. Boy were we freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;Rawang, last yr's Silver medalist and the team when combined with Segar kept beating us non-stop at the 2 leagues we joined in last yr and early this yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We won. 16-11.&lt;br /&gt;Team A did a lousy job against Teknik, and so Team B was put in this time to get things going properly till we reached a 19-0 in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Automically we advance to Thurs match as well as a chance in the draws for the next match. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ramesh draws, and we get Taman Ehsan and Ideal Heights.&lt;br /&gt;Our Coach feels relaxed, "It's the weaker teams," says he, and he has confidence in us beating Ideal Heights with not too much difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday our u18 counterparts a.k.a the "Men" lost against their u18 boys.&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Chong gave us a grilling that we HAD to win against Taman Ehsan, by hook or by crook.&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy, throbbing heart, we face them.&lt;br /&gt;We win. By double the score, 18-9.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling partially relieved knowing that we already have a medal in our pockets, we perhaps take the 2nd match too lightly before it has even started.&lt;br /&gt;We underestimate the speed of their crazy athlete, No. 5.&lt;br /&gt;With overly-aggresive-as-though-they're-high-on-crack players as well as "I'm so big and lesbo I'm like a walking threat" psychotic harrasers, they beat us, in a very, very tough and tight match, 7-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our Coach is dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;We are utterly crushed. I bawl like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;We have dinner together, and hope for better on Saturday against Segar, and our "kali-kai" friend Liu Sing Wei.&lt;br /&gt;Bronze here we come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114494110298539768?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114494110298539768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114494110298539768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114494110298539768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114494110298539768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunburnt-disappointed-upset-but-p-ro-u.html' title='Sunburnt. Disappointed. Upset. But P-RO-U-D. :)'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114477348916135567</id><published>2006-04-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:38:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes!....Quote=P</title><content type='html'>This B-e-a-u-tiful quote from Gubra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikan Tenggiri&lt;br /&gt;Ikan Yu&lt;br /&gt;Jaga diri&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice ain't it! haha =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114477348916135567?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114477348916135567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114477348916135567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114477348916135567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114477348916135567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/quotesquotep.html' title='Quotes!....Quote=P'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114466049767030180</id><published>2006-04-10T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:14:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back n....</title><content type='html'>Since Michelle is backk..ahah its my turn lol =P  man i tell you..melaka is like... b-o-r-i-n-g when it comes to shoppin..super dead..and reckless driving people... and thank God for technology such a n70 and Symbian OS..that kept me runnin whole nite thru msn =P at least i'm not tat bored..eehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho shoppin can be boring there..but the food part is superb..well not tat superb but ok la.. coz i ended up vomiting my dinner in the toilet bowl.. =P indigestion i would call it... the oyster wouldn't come out tho...ahha i can feel it down my throat..i think its still there... i would not want to touch seafood for a week or two.. or i might just end up vormiting at the restaurants or your toilet bowl =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis recommended a hotel at the heart of Melaka.. "The Legacy"... I was quite suprised they hav such cool hotel in Melaka for only 165 a nite..which is like as cool as Renaissance tho.. ehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm back now with all the melaka food in my stomach and i feel like sleeping coz my whole family is sleepin hahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it...i can't post pics... doinks...sudahlah.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114466049767030180?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114466049767030180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114466049767030180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114466049767030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114466049767030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-n.html' title='Back n....'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114465181285657776</id><published>2006-04-10T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:06:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PMS.&lt;br /&gt;How nice it would be for guys to experience it for once.&lt;br /&gt;That'll stop them from complaining to their buds when their girlfriends are feeling bitchy, cranky and bratty. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not having PMS now, or at leastt I don't think so because...&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't think I'll be having my period for some time yet. :D&lt;br /&gt;But I have been facing similar sympthoms of PMS; I've been feeling crappy, angry, frustrated, fed-up and annoyed all at once that it's starting to really freak me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I don't even know why I'm behaving or feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose another person's crappy mood can rub off on you sometimes. It's just that, for me, I feel as though the days of innocence of Primary School which have vanished really can't be experienced any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, of course I do have close friends, but even when you're spending time with them, you've to be ever careful with the words you choose, because the close friends of yours are probably close friends of your enemies or rivals as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everybody grows up learning how to be political and diplomatic, and anybody is a backstabber when it comes to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Juney%26Swee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And having studied Gabriel Okara in Lit recently made me realize how true that fact is.&lt;br /&gt;Everything becomes an obligation, rather, than a sincere act from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;And with us growing up to be such accomplished actors, it's really hard to tell on who's being sincere and truthful, and who isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02693.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday she was your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow she might be the one who's spreading all those rumours about you.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how we evolve from innocent children to cold-hearted adults, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't strange, perhaps I should rephrase the above sentence but I don't know what I shall rephrase it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/1600/Juney&amp;Jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/Juney%26Jan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&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;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Watched Gubra yesterday after tuition, pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Certain scenes ticked me off, but I have to admit that I liked it far more than the 1st movie. :) This one had more depth and sense in it, although the scenes were long and draggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&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;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BASKETBALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why do I even play the sport?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at it, I don't think I shall ever get good at it, so why the hell do I still play it?&lt;br /&gt;-Because I can't play any other sport? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Then why am I still so stressed out over MSSD this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Heck, that's cuz I've got no other better things to do. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just hope, that should I once again make any silly mistakes during the game, my teammates shall not murder me. :) And I myself have to learn to keep my big mouth shut during the game. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;But please, just let us win!&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;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Btw Mich, isn't it fun when you've just discovered how to post up photos! Hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114465181285657776?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114465181285657776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114465181285657776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114465181285657776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114465181285657776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Juney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12662593424838699710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114459636592144385</id><published>2006-04-09T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:26:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.Malacca and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060812.jpg2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060812.jpg2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3.40 pm 8th of April 2006. My family and I started our journey to the historical town of Malacca a.k.a my grandparents place. The journey was pretty boring. Thank god Alvin was there to text me tru out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060852.jpg2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060852.jpg2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; 9.30pm - Its only 9.30.. We were all bored so we decided to go somewhere like the malls or something. Mahkota Parade here we come!!! n *POOF* when we reached there.. it was all dark. NOOOOO!! sudah tutup!!!! aiyoyo.. gawd.. fer heaven 's sake!! y must they close so early!! no life la people!! so we decided to change our plan.. Lets go have supper!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060855.jpgw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060855.jpgw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gosh!! look at the amount of peps queueing up!! It has been always this crowded everytime everyday!! Everyone wants to eat the famous "satay celop"!! My sis n me love it so bloody much!! its something u cant get it over here in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060858.jpgwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060858.jpgwe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FOOD HUNT!!! hehe... my sis hunting fer food to celop celop kan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060859.jpge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060859.jpge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Our food.. for my sista and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060860.jpgdfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060860.jpgdfr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My annoying lil sis.. what is she checkin out? cute guys? Nahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060865.jpgef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060865.jpgef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My sis and me again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/wdewdewr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/wdewdewr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's boiling hot.* Yummy * celop celop satay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060881.jpgee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060881.jpgee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My sis , My grandma , and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Check out this cool chairs. According to my grandpa, it is more than 100 years old. My ancestors brought it from China when they migrated to Malaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;6.30pm 9th April - Going back!!! gotta get ready fer skul tmr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114459636592144385?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114459636592144385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114459636592144385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114459636592144385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114459636592144385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/memalacca-and-i.html' title='Me.Malacca and I'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114446082184425916</id><published>2006-04-08T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T09:47:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The team members and actors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/1600/P1060798.jpgfdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2790/1977/320/P1060798.jpgfdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woohooo!! I am indeed very pround of myself!! hahaha. At last i have master the skills of uploading picture! *clap clap* lol. Okay, maybe everyone might be thinking "alar, no-big-deal-lah".BUT not for stupid people like me! hehe. I am a complete hopeless freak when it comes to this kinda stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We took this picture right after the drama competition at SMK Teknik Sg Buloh. We manage to get first runner-up and defeated 10 other schools. =p It was a big achievement though. Never in our whole entire life we did expect to win, okay maybe 3rd placing? But hack! we got 2nd!! pure luck!! hahha. Jo lene n june did tag along for the competition too. They came as supporters. They looked as if they were bored. lol. Anyways, we had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114446082184425916?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114446082184425916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114446082184425916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114446082184425916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114446082184425916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-1st-attempt.html' title='My 1st attempt'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114441629264369135</id><published>2006-04-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:24:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not neglecting it</title><content type='html'>I am sure we are not neglecting this blog just that we are too busy lately to actually spend sometime blogging &gt;:) forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we busy about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Michelle.. she had her English drama thing. In addition, she was the director and as usual I guess she did a lot of stuffs for the props they are using too. Sleeping at late hours and not having enough rest lead her to a ver very hectic schedule. So, she is like taking her rest now. Oh yesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY GOT 2nd in GOMBAK District. Can't beat SMK HULU KELANG still but I am sure it's a great experience for all.. *big round of applause* :) They are going to perform it on Monday again during assembly..^_^ The Emperor's New Clothe(s)? That's their drama tittle. (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Ho is busy settling relationship problems and also basketball I guess. Yeap, he really don't seem to be really happy outside lately. Cheer up dear! No matter how it goes.. as long as you have her inside.. that's all that matters.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graeme, I guess he's been lonely lately :p hahaha.. but I seldom see him online.. insaf already kots.. hehehehe! Wonder who he hangs with cause prash is forever with moggie, asyraf with afreeda.. jin ho with izzah.. gosh GRAEME! you better find a partner soon to keep you company :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juney and I have been busy with basketball practices.. This is the year that we actually trained super a lot.. plus.. our money flows out.. and yeah.. What Irman said make sense! We ARE PLAYING FOR ThE SCHOOL. but we are paying ourselves for training... what the crap.. kie.. the reason is? WE NEVER SHOWED ANY result for the past.. dunno how many years.. plus everybody knows that teachers in school don't like ball that much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah... AND I do respect my seniors who have already left schools for years. I really don't mind if you guys wanna come and play again.. but as it goes.. IT"S NOT A PUBLIC court.. PLUS! It's one of the school's property which they actually build it for their students. I HONESTLY don't mind you guys come playing.. but choose the right time.. that's all I am asking for.. it's weird that you are playing when we are supposed to play.. I am not saying the girls cause we asked them to come over.. PITY us also la.. we HAVE to GET OUT of the court when you guys play.. what's that wei? I DONT GET IT! And I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO's FED UP ABOUT THIS. But I am affirmative that I am the first who voice this out. You have cars now.. you have money now.. what's wrong with going a lil further.. compared to us who has no other choice then to go to school.. Right? Think about it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114441629264369135?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114441629264369135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114441629264369135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114441629264369135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114441629264369135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-neglecting-it.html' title='Not neglecting it'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114414438280433516</id><published>2006-04-04T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:53:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day...it went...</title><content type='html'>hahha crossed sumthin i shouldn't cross to day...is walkin thru 5Alpha to go my class... guess what i heard/saw/see/hear=P eheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo mengamuk! haha u all should be there la..see the 5A fellas shut up at once...FUH! hahah ketara gempak la =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENYAPLAH!DAh besar besar  cam budak budak lagi! *or sumthin like that* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JO LENE!! YOU ROCK! hahah =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahha hav a nice  day...kill something=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114414438280433516?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114414438280433516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114414438280433516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114414438280433516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114414438280433516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/dayit-went_04.html' title='The day...it went...'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114385316987844597</id><published>2006-04-01T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:59:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rat...sob sob wahahhaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/1600/Pics744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7140/675/320/Pics744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tadaa..to those who missed your bio classes =P&lt;br /&gt;Save a picture of rememberance from batman_revolution =P hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testicles at a size of a kidney bean..coolness lol =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xca.xanga.com/ecfb7421c163045535215/b30739882.jpg" target="xangaphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://xca.xanga.com/ecfb7421c163045535215/b30739882.jpg" target="xangaphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114385316987844597?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114385316987844597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114385316987844597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114385316987844597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114385316987844597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/white-ratsob-sob-wahahhaa.html' title='White Rat...sob sob wahahhaa'/><author><name>Alvin See</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506607537479724821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KGoXCD06rdw/R10wukzHsNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nazM21WVxrk/S220/IMG_1038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114385665646053922</id><published>2006-04-01T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:57:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Chelle spoilt the whole fun.</title><content type='html'>I deleted the drafted I made simply because Chelle saw it before I even post it. It's not fun anymore. You just can't wait do you? bleahhh! No more fun. and I just blogged in my own one.. So pretty emotional I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is about Jin Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the drawing of HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/1600/ertg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/567/320/ertg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OK. Why am I highlighting his left hand it's simply because that's the way he walks. NORMALLY, people walk swinging both their hands but this guy swings his left hand sky high while the other one stay motionless. :p don't kill me if I got the wrong hand.. but that's what I noticed just yesterday when you were walking off the toilet. And he walks with a bigger step on the right than on the left.. how ironic! *laughs* One who brings like 5-7 packets of tissue to school eh? :D Tissue in need? Just visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 Beta, 2nd floor, block e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;smk taman melawati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;selangor darul ehsan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*peace!* move on to his personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nothing much to say about his personality actually. He is a nice guy deep down everybody knows that. :) The quiet one whenever we hang out as a gang and just look at him when his mood is up, all the funny sound and crap.. burst you out laughing! One who is MADLY in love with his girlfriend :p guess he surely treasure all the opportunities he get to be with her. ehem.. privately. Okie. take note. They are still young! don't think until so far away okie. :X innocent they are. okie... at least I think Izz is innocent.. hahaha :p I actually like the way he smiles..hahaha.. innocent smile.. but however you guys surely know that LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING. Don't judge a book by its cover yoh! He plays instruments... weeeeE.. I surely do admirer guys who can play instruments. hahaa.. the thought of how much they can flatter their girlfriend and so. ^_^ it's so cool and age-old thing but it creates the romance mood. surely. :) He adores small lil girls too according to Graeme. no wonder he likes pinching his sister's cheeks.. it's pain okie! hahaa.. i never like it whenever people come pinching mine! so better not do to your sister nemore :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie la so much of Jin Ho.. I shall proceed to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;June Adelyn Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I remembered during form 1..I asked Anna who you are cause you were following her before your friends all came and join you later on. that was during sports day. I didn't really catch your name because being the ingorant me, I usually don't bother to remember names. And, I, certainly do remember them saying that you were the ONLY one who asked where I was during the Sukan-tara day. TOO much of my friends who didn't even notice I wasn't there yet. bleaaaahh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;June. A girl who fights for whatever that she's not satisfied with. Especially with her good-command-of-english and i-am-talking-too-fast tone. hahahaha :D Sometimes, you just don't get what she is trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gets emotional when things aren't going her way. I still think that she wants to achieve something or like get involve in the industry of art in future. ballet. though she never really say it out but i feel it so. huhu... dunnola. she likes collecting flip-flops you see... maybe she will soon open a second-hand flip flops shop eh? hahaha.. look at the number of flip flops she has ler! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As time passes, she has turned into a new leaf. Remember all the bad things about her spreading around then. "She's a bith".. "She's rude" "she doesn't know how to respect her seniors" and there.. She has changed.. to better or worst? certainly better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel like she's the only one among us who still  has a really strong family-bond.. what i am trying to say is that.. how often do you see teenagers who still go everywhere with their parents and all... she still does. And GOOD for her that her dad likes going around.. :D  due to michelle's influece.. she's startin to put make up on :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else for now.. maybe later girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Michelle Tan Yen Phing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A girl who was born on the 12th of december. easy enough to remember because it's on the 12/12 :D that's how I remember at least! I honestly don't remember it was her asking me to tie her tie for her :D I am always glad to tie peoples' tie for them because I never do that ever since Form 1. No longer a librarian.. I have been wearing kurung since then.... So I do like doing that for people :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A girl who is known  for her extreme-emotional-and-i dont-give-a-damn-on-anything attitude. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why am I saying that? Cause you know when you will get her on her nerves. :D and she won't wanna say a word when she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Different among us. She adores and loves art as much as she loves.. errr.. dunno. kie.. She is probably indulging herself in something to do with arts.. interior designing perhaps? and i don't get it.. artist are forever wth flowers.. hahaha.. it's like something they will start of with.. except maybe.,. comical artist. *chills* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She loves grooming herself up. Hongkie-lala-moi that's what I think of her then.. and people who shifted school always talk about their old school so is she. but really, I don't bother because you are no longer there but here.. so try to fit in instead of like comparing? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;she likes going walking to G hill.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;she influenced June to use make ups too.. a bit too early isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;well well... I find myself different compared with the both of them la. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;okie la.. i will add if I can think of something. SKIp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh wait! I think they sell that chicken floss bun at Hen Kee too.. and it's cheaper.. forget about bread talk now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alvin did you SEE EE LIANG? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That was created by me during form 3..  we were in the same class since form 2 but I only start getting close to him in form 3.. hahaa.. thanks for all the physical abuse i 'gave' you.. and not even one hit back from you .. unlike Lam :p hahaha.. A guy who can eat and eat.. Mc'd buffet? gosh.. ask him how much food he ate.. it's like craziness OKIE! I adore him that he knows and likes to try out new stuffs.. especially in cooking.. which guy actually like doing that le? hhuhuh.. he is the only one i know before knowing that Ramesh can COOK too... LoL.. anyway alvin, I wanna try the.. SALMON thingie you, jan and kj? had alright! hahahaha :D A nice guy who suddenly gets hooked-up without my knowing.. my my.. what a brother :p but i am happy as long as he is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hahaha.. though we don't have much conversations and all now.. remember last year you accompanied me to Mv to shop for his bday present.. lol.. so much hassle.. but cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;he takes reka-cipta instead of Biology.. great... i should have done the same thing... BIO sucks big time.. hahaha.. oh oh.. HE PLAYS instruments too.. how cool that is! hahaha.. though I don't get a shit whenever he is talking about guitars and all.. hahaa.. but I am proud of him :p okie la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last but not least for today, Graeme. (as you can see.. it's getting shorter.. indicating that I am getting lazy.. and I dont wanna save it as draft this time not hoping to know some people suddenly spoil the fun :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He has this extra-ordinary tone of saying.. whaaaattt? draggy and sharp.. like a girl but not so like a girl.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like talking to him.. hahahaa.. cause he will just listen and keep it inside.. or maybe just forget about it next. that's the fun part. :) He's actually nice and protective.. LoL.. hahaha.. so girls! better grab him before it's too late.. Why am I saying so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last year we were all going up to G hill and he cycled. hahaa.. He didn't want the girls to walk at the back of his bike so he rather go slow and stay behind us instead. hahaa.. I remember I was jogging down while the rest were walking.. he cycled down with me cause he doesnt feel SAFE leaving a girl running down the hill alone.. LoL.. how kind of him :D I remember trying to scream and shit.. but it didn't work.. smartest in the family he claimed.. independent he is.. I remember him saying he doesn't really wanna burden her parents to support him it studies... or something like that... so.. diy.. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a pair or small eyes.. he has SMALLER ones.. :p he's tall but he hunches.. his mouth laser but I don't really bother cause it meant no harm.. plus i dont know why the other two girls get offended when he does that... :D okiela.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye bye .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114385665646053922?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114385665646053922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114385665646053922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114385665646053922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114385665646053922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-chelle-spoilt-whole-fun.html' title='So, Chelle spoilt the whole fun.'/><author><name>--&amp;gt;¤ª¿ø  £êÑë&amp;lt;--</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773658820352587762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I_11vvb-V9Y/R-SUbAZx74I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cQGGHYYTj7o/S220/n575359015_465645_5504.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114370601840888356</id><published>2006-03-30T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:06:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty is The Best Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After so many centuries... atlast.. i decided to blog!! hehe..  =p I was asking Graeme how to upload pictures into the blog. Doink me. Unfortunately no pictures turn out. *sigh* Was chatting with Graeme and Juney just now. And I came out with the idea of blogging about what do we think about each other. Since form4 I have drawn closer to Juney, JoLene,Graeme, Choo and also Nina. So I'm going to blog about what do I think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Juney-  Mei Nu says:&lt;br /&gt;And remember! Be HONEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUNE ADELYN KANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay.. the first impression she gave me was..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "look at me.. im hawt and im a bitch!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. no offence..but seriously!!  im just being honest.. that was back then. when i was a new kid in melawati high. I din know who excatly she was. All i knew was she was arrogant n a bitch. Lot of rumors spreading around sayin tat. I still rememeber waving n smiling at her and all she did was &lt;strong&gt;IGNORE&lt;/strong&gt; me!! haha. Even when we were in the same class during form3, she din look friendly enuf to even greet me!! But things changed pretty quickly when we were to form4. June was friendly to me n all!! haha.. cudnt belif it at 1st. I still remmeber our very 1st outing.. just june n me. Through out the whole journey, the only words tat were running tru my head was :&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "what da hell!! cant belif im goin out wif june wehhh!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a good way of coz.. haha.. N soon.. we became even closer. So close that we stick to each other like gules!! =p went pooling, shopping,tuition,parties,hanging out at each others place.. doing everything together!! honestly june's attitude did chang alot since the 1st day i knew her!! &lt;strong&gt; I LOVE JUNEY!!&lt;/strong&gt; =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LIM JO LENE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jojo!!! back then when i was in form 2. Jojo gav me d impression tat she was a&lt;strong&gt; COOL&lt;/strong&gt; gurl. She looks pretty unfwenly at 1st but later find tat she is a nice person. I still rememebr goin up to you n askin u to tie my tie for me. Haha. She has been so quiet since then. Was sitting beside her in class during form3. Was &lt;strong&gt;QUITE&lt;/strong&gt; close to her then. I think she is a very responsible person. Someone really independant and wise. She knows how to deal with matters really well. Sh eknows when to say the right thing and when not to.But sometimes she is kinda blunt too la!! hehe.no offence. And please remind me not to ask jolene's oppinion when im doing my shopping.. especially on colthes!! haha. Fer eg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mich: "eyh jo, wat do u think of this shirt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jojo : "okay la. buy la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mich: " are u sure nice ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;jojo : "hurm.i dunno. up to you la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mich: " erk =.=" " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahah.. to her.. everything is the same.  lol. bottom line. she is a great friend!!&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE JOLENE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GRAEME YAP YEN ZEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Owh My gawd!! remember how i used to hate him when I was in form4!! We fought all the time!!! I just cant agree wit wat ever he said.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Mulut graeme cam lazer ar!! cakap tak pernah gune otak!! main cakap je!! sume ayat yg kuar dr mulut dier cam siot je!! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. =p no offence.. everything he sed was so insulting. Hurting other ppl's feeling without knowing it. haha.. But how come we suddenly get along again eh? cant remember how? haha.. mayb he did change a bit. not so insulting anymore.. hehe..started hangin out wit him quite often nowdays!! n yea. he is a fun person to hang out wif.. anyway.. u r still a great fwen graeme!! &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE GRAEME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;CHOO JIN HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.. Knew him when I was in form2. He was my classmate but yet we've nvr spoke to each other until form3. Started tokin to him because he was close to anusha n so was I. Still remember he sat behind me during our yer end exam. he was sneezing all way tru!! hahha.. at tat time he had alot of admirers.he was a quite person. and so i tought he was unfriendly.. haha.. we eventually became closer in form4. He comes over to our class to hang out wif us. We hanging out together wif june jojo n graeme in form5. somehow. I  still feel Choo is so blur!! he gives me the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I-dun-giv-a-bloody-daym"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kinda feeling.. lol.. one thing fer sure i really do admire him.. he studies last min r shud i say he dun even study n his still passes his exams wit fyling colours!!! not fair!! Choo is a fun person to bully!! haha.. i still rememer his famous line :" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nah. this is my signature. keep it. it worth alot! enough to supposrt your children's educatition for life!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ..=.=" right la choo!! hahha.. he is a great fwen!! I LOVE CHOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19866163-114370601840888356?l=lilchickas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/feeds/114370601840888356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19866163&amp;postID=114370601840888356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114370601840888356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19866163/posts/default/114370601840888356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilchickas.blogspot.com/2006/03/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Honesty is The Best Policy'/><author><name>ωΐċчэггє</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09869396975234142358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19866163.post-114370349682799004</id><published>2006-03-30T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:24:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 girls, 2 guys and a class in Block E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okie. I knw, I knw...&lt;br /&gt;Tht's probably the corniest, lamest title you've ever since in the history of blogs and blogging. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bt well, it's the only thing I can come up with this very moment, so if I do find something else which sounds better eventually, I'll change it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What drove me to post this entry that I'm abt to blog abt is (haha, tht's uncessary complication) Michelle! It started with me trying to convince Graeme to blog (about me, i nitially) and then Mich gave him the brilliant idea that he should put up a post with comments abt each and everyone of the 5 of us [Jo, Mich, Myself, Choo and Graeme himself]. And so, I thought it a brilliant idea and we've decided that we're ALL going to do it. (With the exception of Choo unless we can finally persuade him to blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Graeme Yap Yen Zhen a.k.a. Mr. Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Since it was HE whom I was persuading to blog in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;He's currently 5 ft 9 (or 5 ft 10, either way, does it matter? ;D) Unfortunately, being so tall doesn't seem to be to his advantage because he HUNCHES ALL THE TIME!!! Graeme! You're freaking tall and lanky! Do you knw how attractive you'd appeal to the [junior] girls if you just tried standing tall and proud for once?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, bt I don't think that's necessary, is it?&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear, Graeme already has a throng of girls swooning over him from either his church, CF, choir, etc... I wonder what charms you turn on when attending these places. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he's so tanned for a Chinese boy, it's thanks to his super small eyes that gets him recognized for his own race.&lt;br /&gt;Graeme plays basketball! And he's good at it! Not to mention that he and Jo are the hardworking ones, always prepared for exams and tests and ever ready to go to school although there's some dumb activity going on.&lt;br /&gt;Although he's knwn as "mulut laser" most of the time because of his sharp, witty and [sometimes] hurtful comments, he usually means no harm and I knw he's really a nice guy underneath.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we're also going to be neighbours [sort of] soon, aren't we, Graeme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michelle Tan Yen Phing a.k.a. Mich&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The outgoing one. The artsy one. The outspoke one.&lt;br /&gt;Mich LOVES pool. She's always requesting that we go for pool this weekend, and that weekend, bt sadly it rarely ever happens anymore. I wonder what was it that got her hooked onto pool so badly. Was it because the few times we went to CueBall, Ahmad was there? Lol.. I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;With her long, straight hair, this girl is always staying up all night through, burning the midnight oil just so she can cover the syllabus in time for [the very next morning's] test. Although I can't say I agree with such methods (as they NEVER work for lazy bums like me), I must say it seems to do her good. I admire such will power for I knw that I'd rather sleep then flunk my test than wake up at an ungodly hr and yet manage to get facts into my thick skull. :)&lt;br /&gt;Although Mich is rather moody at times (aren't we ALL like that, girls? ;) ) she's really, really fun to be with, and she's the best listener around. She might not be the righteous person like Jo who prefers to give advices, bt she is ever ready to lend a shoulder to cry on, trust me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mich loves to gap zhai! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;And of course: she loves food! Especially those floss buns they have at Bread Story. Lol&lt;br /&gt;And she's currently head-on for leading productions, activities, photography, artistic things.. You name it, she's probably done it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lim Jo Lene a.k.a. Jojo&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This girl is madly in love with her boyfriend. Hahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;In class, Jojo is the one who cleverly hides her phone in between her kain kurung just so she can keep in touch with her Neng Hsiang who's in coll during our sch hours.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooo.. Not talking to him for just 6 odd hrs won't kill you wan la! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, the thing abt her that gets on my nerves the most it - the fact that she's the slimmest, most petite and smallest amongst us girls although she eats like a piggy! Hahahaha. At any party, any time, Jo will be the one looking for more food, and more food, and more food. She's a lean-mean-eating-machine. Who never puts on any weight at all, I'm telling you!&lt;br /&gt;When she's moody, you can tell, because she doesn't talk much when she's down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for her when she's feeling hyper though. Her hand comes "smack!" right on your butt whenever she's in a gay mood. :P And she pulls all these cute expressions - so cute that you can't even bear to stay mad at her for long. (If you even manage to get mad at her in the 1st place)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Athlete, our U18 girls basketball captain this yr... You better lead us to victory! Especially since you have such a stong bond with our Coach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Choo Jin Ho a.k.a. Mr Sneeze&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5074/1981/320/DSC02348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hahaha, Graeme came up with that nickname.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely a briliant description of him, because other than me (and sometimes Jian Ping) Choo is also known for his sneezes and sinus problems. His is probably worse than mine, and on any given day you'll see him walking around, red-nosed with tissue in his hand, sneezing away... Hahha! I feel for you, Choo! I know how it's like to have this darned sinus problem!&lt;br /&gt;This is another one who's madly in love - with his F4 girlf! Hahaha, he's always on the p hone with her whenever we're all chatting on9, "pou tin wa chuk" as they say.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he LOVES disturbing ppl as well, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair with the fact that although he doesn't concentrate much in Chem tuition, he scores waaaaaaaaaay higher than I do. Although it's ME who's trying to pay attention to whatever the teacher's trying to teach up front. Grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;He's in the u18 boys team this yr! Yay! Together with his girlf during MSSD again I spose, just like 2 yrs ago when it was at Rawang. Ish, ish..&lt;br /&gt;Choo is another eating machine. Really. I've watched him down all sorta things at one go more times than I can count with my fingers and toes. And he's got this brilliant theory: "Eat more, you'll grow slimmer."&lt;br /&gt;Right. Trust your theory and I'll end up getting nowhere with my slimming plan.&lt;br /&gt;He's mostly quiet, unlike Graeme, but he's still nice cuz he'll gladly belanja you anytime you ask. Especially because he gives me all his coin change whenever he buys anything! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've to get going! I've got Eng Lit in 10mins! 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