<?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-6666758</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:39:30.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw hotness!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-7806564493576988787</id><published>2008-02-24T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:10:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year!</title><content type='html'>i havent blogged in ages. months.. so i suppose no one bothers reading this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;which, weird as it seems, is actually a comforting thought! it's nice to know i can Really, truly, just type away here...&lt;br /&gt;anyway yes, college has started and SPM results are coming out soon. the not-so-lovely nightmares of 5/7As has struck and turned me into a nervous mess :S&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously. today i woke up (slightly jetlagged) because of the alarm next door. hah. it went off at 4. and i couldnt go back to bed because all i could think about was the horrible thing called SPM results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyay.&lt;br /&gt;today i went back to school for swimming gala! was nice. but saddening.. it's like.. it's not a part of me any longer! i dont have a place i need to be, anything i need to do.. it's a weird feeling. such a change from juggling kepoing the class store and running to do the relay.. and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;made me depressed and all.. i'm not old, and i still have the mentality of a lower secondary kid.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont fit in anywhere really, not now! not in school, not in college.. it's bizarre. i know, change is necessary for us to move on. i realise that, i do! but it's just depressing. it's exciting but scary and all. i hate how people drift apart. i hate how we change. how i change. how things change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, isnt it. i was walking along battersea bridge in london sometime last week and i realised something weird. i love the view along the bridge, but until that day, i had only ever looked to one side of the bridge, no matter which side of the bridge i walked.. not really an epiphany, is it? but still. how many times do you see, without actually seeing? i know i do, loads. maybe that's why i never know my way about.=s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. walking about london this time, i noticed so many things i had never before. (it's not likely that theyre new either, Heh, i mean, theyre old!) it was strange. there are so many pretty things about. ordinary, simple things which are so easily unnoticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yes. it feels better, ranting here. but i just realised i have a mechanics assignment. whoops. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-7806564493576988787?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/7806564493576988787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/7806564493576988787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7806564493576988787' title='a new year!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-2234769292021483674</id><published>2007-06-03T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:04:41.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my insane drama spree</title><content type='html'>haha. i;ve been watching doramas lk crazy. i swear its supremely unhealthy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and oh yeah! i *heart* my japanese series. the heroine is so lolable.&lt;br/&gt;i mean. its really painful tho. so bad i almost scream with her.&lt;br/&gt;and oh. sad. but true.&lt;br/&gt;i started scolding her.&lt;br/&gt;to the point where my mum was lk...&lt;br/&gt;*anxious voice* ANN..... are you talking to.. YOURSELF?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;heh. heh.&lt;br/&gt;oops.&lt;br/&gt;thank goodness she was too absorbed in my other korean series. only you.&lt;br/&gt;she's watching it for lk the THIRD time.&lt;br/&gt;and its already 3 in the morning.&lt;br/&gt;insane!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oh! the other day we had diving lessons.&lt;br/&gt;i got a snog rash from the mouthpiece thingy.&lt;br/&gt;please dont ask me how. i dont know! heh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and my comp is now...&lt;br/&gt;in permanent LARGE MODE.&lt;br/&gt;LIKE THIS.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;cos...&lt;br/&gt;i dunno.&lt;br/&gt;its funny really...&lt;br/&gt;i called darren to ask for help..&lt;br/&gt;and yeah...&lt;br/&gt;i managed to make my screen rotate around.&lt;br/&gt;squish the sides in such a way tht the middle part was FAT and the sides were THIN.(a really cool effect - moving the cursor and seeing the size change. i was amused)&lt;br/&gt;i also managed to make the edges of the screen curve in. and become a bit parallelogrammy. and also move it updown leftright.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;BUT... i didnt manage to make it normal.&lt;br/&gt;heh.&lt;br/&gt;so now my uncle turned the resolution all funny and i feel lk i'm reading one of those learning-to-read books.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the only good part?&lt;br/&gt;i get to watch my drama in a bigger size :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-2234769292021483674?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/2234769292021483674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/2234769292021483674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2234769292021483674' title='my insane drama spree'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-8341295691882682489</id><published>2007-05-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:02:28.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have got to be joking.</title><content type='html'>my aunt called. she's on the phone with my mum right now.&lt;br/&gt;they are discussing the sembi scenario. and i'm a pro at eavesdropping on their conversations (i mean. you can hear it from almost anywhere in the house.)&lt;br/&gt;anyway mum's been thinking of putting sembi down... she still cant poo/pee by herself, and she's too lazy to even walk around by herself. well the poo/pee factor is the catch.&lt;br/&gt;it's a) gross; and b) time consuming.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;mum dsnt want to spend her life washing the poo off sembi's bum. who can blame her? she's got a life too!&lt;br/&gt;and i'm not stupid. i heard.&lt;br/&gt;my aunt's solution to the problem? GET ANN TO DO IT.&lt;br/&gt;gosh.&lt;br/&gt;honestly, my aunt? definitely NOT in my top ten fav ppl list right now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i mean. helloooo?! school? i've done it before (to my mum's credit, i almost threw up. i think mum's superwoman for tahanning.) but i have no time goddamnit.&lt;br/&gt;if you want to clean sembi's bum you jolly well come back and do it yourself. pin it on me? go die. pls. now and then i dont mind but it's not like you, of all ppl, have a right to volunteer MY time.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;and my uncle? her opinion? NAH HE'S GOT TO BE BUSY. hello?! student with hw and school and all the chores? more time than the one who spends the whole freaking day on the net? pls! i'm free, but still. he's free-er. it's my time. i'll do it, but not if  she tells me to. if my mum did i wouldnt mind.&lt;br/&gt;damn it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-8341295691882682489?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/8341295691882682489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/8341295691882682489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8341295691882682489' title='you have got to be joking.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-8810011327633775607</id><published>2007-04-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:15:31.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles happen, dont they?</title><content type='html'>i just had to blog.&lt;br/&gt;it's funny how i only ever blog when i'm pissed or upset or bored. seldom when i'm happy.&lt;br/&gt;but tht;s not the point.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;on tuesday...... was walking to secret recipe. saw ling's mum with ai shen, getting into the car.&lt;br/&gt;continued walking.&lt;br/&gt;a few things happened all at once - the car door opened. a shrill scream sounded. a bike roared to life and zoomed off. ling's mum got out of the car, looking a wee bit shocked.&lt;br/&gt;"it's okay, he only got my handbag..."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;right outside our school. secret recipe. oh gosh i was so traumatised. it is traumatising, isn't it?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;this happened on weds.&lt;br/&gt;morning, before the bus came... i was in the garden with my mum. sembi was missing. we kept calling and calling her... but no sembi. weird cos she's always there to jump on me and try to leave a muddy pawprint on the white school uniform.&lt;br/&gt;i came back from school with a ton of hw to see a nelson but no sembi.&lt;br/&gt;to see a stressed out mum.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;are you busy?&lt;/i&gt; she asks. &lt;i&gt;free to go to the vet now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt; what happened to sembi? where's she?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i'll tell you later. no rush. wanna go shower, etc?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;right. this is pointlessly redundant.&lt;br/&gt;the main thing is, well... from what my mum said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;my mum couldn't find sembi at all this morning.&lt;br/&gt;as she was going out, she saw sembi a few houses up, with a sarung/shirt (well basically a foreign bit of clothing) tied around her neck and looking very blank.&lt;br/&gt;she got out of the car.&lt;br/&gt;found tht sembi's cone had been nicely removed from her head. someone tied the sarungy thingy around her neck to the tree. there wasn't any blood.&lt;br/&gt;mum untied sembi. tried to call her.&lt;br/&gt;the usually bounding, 4-feet-in-the-air dog didn't move. or should i say, Couldn;t move.&lt;br/&gt;mum rushed home to call the vet.&lt;br/&gt;sembi had to wait around an hour for them to come get her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;she's now in the kennel thingy at the vets place.&lt;br/&gt;her spine is injured. her spinal cord is potentially damaged, permanently.&lt;br/&gt;she cant move her hind legs - she has no feeling and doesnt react when her hind legs are jabbed with a forceps. hard.&lt;br/&gt; she could be paralysed.&lt;br/&gt;if she really has no chance of recovering the use of her hind legs, we might put her down.&lt;br/&gt;i mean. otherwise she would be forced to relieve herself, well, on herself.&lt;br/&gt;the unlikely-but-best-possible scenario is that her spinal cord isnt too injured, and that she can regain the use of her hind legs. minimal usage, nothing like before. but still something.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the vet said "&lt;i&gt;haiiiih..... broken legs, i can heal. but spines, and spinal cords...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i went to the vet to see her. she tried to come out. but she couldnt move. &lt;br/&gt;i cried like a baby.&lt;br/&gt;this was the dog which practically leaps into the air at the whiff of food. the lively dog, always hyperactive and tearing around.&lt;br/&gt;she isn;t even a year old yet.&lt;br/&gt;and now she looks so confused, as if saying, "why can;t i get up!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i hope whoever did this suffers. badly.&lt;br/&gt;but most of all, i hope she gets well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-8810011327633775607?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/8810011327633775607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/8810011327633775607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8810011327633775607' title='miracles happen, dont they?'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-2377214832391753074</id><published>2007-03-10T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:17:40.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>today we broke a 12-year record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;listen up people : HARIMAU WON THE SWIMMING GALA 2007!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you know why? it's all because of our amazing swimmers, who were so dedicated. i adore them ALL 101%.&lt;br /&gt;in dsara, we have primary swimmers who are SO dedicated and committed. really. they were... well it's indescribable.*sends a hug* their parents can be a bit scary and a bit protective, but they are the ones who really well, push the swimmers to do their best.&lt;br /&gt;and we have some really good secondary boys swimmers *sends a hug to all, watches justin koh run away like he did today XD*&lt;br /&gt;and our f5s - mx, pl (yeong shin too). i can't thank them enough. finally, these ppl joined the gala. great cos they were good. and dependable. perfect. *sends hug*&lt;br /&gt;mel. she helped me look for the swimmers all the time... *squishes mel**ahhh that felt good**XD*&lt;br /&gt;edmund... you know what, he was really responsible. i was so impressed i started slacking. =)&lt;br /&gt;and cheras, oh gosh. they were really really good. the captains? they were the ones who made edmund and i do work. isabelle? did more than three times as much work than i ever did during my tenure as an assistant swimming captain (oh wait, what did i do? zero! well basically she did 50+% of the total work needed by both campuses - maybe even more). the swimmers? hah. want me to begin? nah, i wouldnt be able to stop. fab, to cut it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay *takes a deep breath* i know just what my sister would say : "goody goody gumdrop, &lt;em&gt;it wasn't me it was you! &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it wasnt me. i swam exactly 2 events, and we lost those. but i wouldn't change anything for the world. it was the swimmers. entirely you guys. *applauds* you guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on the unlikely chance that there are any Harimau swimmers out there reading this, you were great! we did it, all because of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers were really fantastic too. mr wong, mr ashwin, and mr lowrence, and any other teacher i might've missed out. really helpful with arranging the swimmers. =)&lt;br /&gt;and sheng and andrew and every single other supporter who came. we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this is the long dreary part of my blog which makes ppl drop to sleep. but i want to blog about it anyway. while i remember. you dont have to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. day started at 4.50am, when i woke up late. dashed around the house, finally get things together, rush around, pick nic ng up, pick kah chuen up, rush to cheras. reach cheras at 5.55 am, school is still dark. wait in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;sometime past 6 - tania (with bryan/farah) comes, move swimmers to a secluded area for attendance thingy. i stayed to direct swimmers to new spot. terrorise a few ppl on the way, help some out. whoops. heh. do stretching, etc. get students into the pool for warmup.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt warm up, i was getting ishika warmed up. she was so so so terrified she started crying. i didnt know what to do. i suck with kids. but she was amazingly easy to take care of. i expected little kids to be louder. and stubborn. and she did get warmed up!&lt;br /&gt;next up! reporting to the marshall room etc. think : chaotic. chaotic. chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember much really, its like a big blur. oh no, this 16-year old is getting OLD and forgetful!&lt;br /&gt;basically it went along like this - cheer cheer cheer. look for people. keep the swimmers from running around. look for more swimmers. stress out. cheer more. stress out. go keep swimmers waiting where they ought to be. stress out. look for swimmers. look for swimming caps. offer chocolates. talk to them a bit and let them take out their boredom on my back. (you know what, i've got my back scribbled on - i dont know what henri/siewpun/odette wrote; and my arm has ian's tiger and "HARIMAU" running down it. it's in permanent red marker.) nag them. find swimmers. arrange the relay, primaries. freak out. find swimmers. frantic. (out of a relay of 8 ppl + 1 sub, there were two of use there. TWO.)  freak out. freak out. freak out. event called. enter. freak out. event out. next event. run. stress out. run to block. swim. run out. cheer. lose voice. cheer. points counted. shriek. OMG OMG OMG OMG we won! giggle. shriek. high. keep quiet. calling capts to the podium. run run run! results announced, WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of elle woods - we did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-2377214832391753074?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/2377214832391753074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/2377214832391753074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2377214832391753074' title='it&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116887865559434878</id><published>2007-01-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:30:55.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days and mondays</title><content type='html'>i'm updating! instead of starting on my ever-increasing pile of hw.&lt;br /&gt;i mean. honestly. i think there should be a limit for the amount of hw we can receive daily.&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope mr wong doesnt want his hw anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just HAD to blog. i watched the stupidest movie ever (and no, i dont mean scary movie 3. hey, that was educational - anatomy and jigglyness of the female body from a horny, presumably male perspective)&lt;br /&gt;it was titled 'love on a diet'. seriously disturbing. and upsetting. i swear, if not for the hot actors.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. today (well, today as of half an hour ago) was andrew's bday.&lt;br /&gt;we had delumptious choc cake. yummmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;it was so sinfully good&lt;br /&gt;did you have a bit?&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the most fattening things i've had for Ages. and it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm also a wee bit deprived of chocs. i've now started on a box of chocs in the fridge. there are like, 5 in there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you stressed about swimming gala? i am. please say you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it better not flood in pahang. seriously. =( please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116887865559434878?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116887865559434878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116887865559434878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116887865559434878' title='rainy days and mondays'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116870261301768574</id><published>2007-01-13T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:36:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach boys and bikini gals</title><content type='html'>hrm.&lt;br /&gt;i got chucked into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;my shirt was white.&lt;br /&gt;(clue : the msg said BRING swimming stuff, not WEAR swimming stuff. URGH)&lt;br /&gt;and they removed my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;the only plus point is that almost everyone got the big splash style pool dunking too! and the half-raping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;but it was whacky fun. i love yi shen's house. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a glass thingy surrounding the pool!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sakai.&lt;br /&gt;just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to watch porn, but tak jadi... so we watched scary movie 3!!! its obscene. silicon implants much? i mean. the lady's boobs were practically floating!! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent watched porn yet. one day maybe.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? guys talk about their assets as if referring to a WMD. crazy. (cue : weng pipes up "WEAPONS OF MASS PRODUCTION!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just have to mention. ks forgot something, and really traumatised sze. XD. i'm sorry. it HAD to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm unshowered, and its 11.30. signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116870261301768574?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116870261301768574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116870261301768574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116870261301768574' title='beach boys and bikini gals'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116870252466076269</id><published>2007-01-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:35:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach boys and bikini gals</title><content type='html'>hrm.&lt;br /&gt;i got chucked into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;my shirt was white.&lt;br /&gt;(clue : the msg said BRING swimming stuff, not WEAR swimming stuff. URGH)&lt;br /&gt;and they removed my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;the only plus point is that almost everyone got the big splash style pool dunking too! and the half-raping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;but it was whacky fun. i love yi shen's house. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;and there's a glass thingy surrounding the pool!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sakai.&lt;br /&gt;just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to watch porn, but tak jadi... so we watched scary movie 3!!! its obscene. silicon implants much? i mean. the lady's boobs were practically floating!! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent watched porn yet. one day maybe.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? guys talk about their assets as if referring to a WMD. crazy. (cue : weng pipes up "WEAPONS OF MASS PRODUCTION!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm unshowered, and its 11.30. signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116870252466076269?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116870252466076269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116870252466076269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116870252466076269' title='beach boys and bikini gals'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116851330065838441</id><published>2007-01-11T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:01:40.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me! me!</title><content type='html'>ive a funny story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we had sej as usual. and the typical questioning before the lesson really begins.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. the first question was to name the 5 countries in a.t. which were dijajah. or something lk that. hehe. anyway, it being the first q, it was the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;so generally, ppl rush to raise their hands for the first question.&lt;br /&gt;which they did.&lt;br /&gt;and one Brilliant Young Man (think kai sheng?) who was too tall and sitting right below the fan lifted his arm and dropped it the next second, shrieking OW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhe.&lt;br /&gt;it might not sound funny, its the kind of thing you have to watch to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing? his hands are still intact! hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need harimau swimmers. yes this is shameless. i NEED swimmers. especially girls, but not except guys. HELP! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116851330065838441?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116851330065838441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116851330065838441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116851330065838441' title='me! me!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116409307502322464</id><published>2006-11-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:11:51.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dust!</title><content type='html'>okay. i was tidying up my old stuff. and i found this in my old notebook. read and be confused!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  AGREEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Bryan Leong Ee Sean, hereby do agree to the following :&lt;br /&gt;  a) to stop spreading rumours about Fong Kah Ann liking "people"&lt;br /&gt;  b) to tell everybody that the rumours are &lt;doubleunderline&gt; not&lt;/doubleunderline&gt; true.&lt;br /&gt;  c)[struck out] be Fong Kah Ann &amp; Tai Li-Yian's slave for a week, as a punishment for telling a falsehood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature :&lt;br /&gt;[insert bryan's signature]                      [insert my signature]&lt;br /&gt;(Bryan Leong Ee Sean)                          (Fong Kah Ann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert kin choong's siggie]                    [insert ly's siggie]&lt;br /&gt;(Choo Kin Choong)                              (Tai Li-Yian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : If I do not follow this agreement's conditions, I will have to be FKA &amp; TLY's slave for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH! either i was a bad influence over ly's sanity, or she was a bad influence over MINE. hm, i'm sure it was the latter =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have the GOT file ppl!!! tell me if i should bring it the next time.&lt;br /&gt;its just so darned funny :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116409307502322464?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116409307502322464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116409307502322464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116409307502322464' title='dust!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116402107907432425</id><published>2006-11-20T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:11:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pride and prejudice</title><content type='html'>i;ve a non-funny tale to tell, and it reveals much about my depth of character!&lt;br /&gt;well i realised that i'm somewhat hooked on chick lit. everything i read is chick lit. my fav movies chick flicks (based on chick lit, etc books)! so i decided to broaden my horizons. i wanted to read one of jeffrey archer's works - non-chick lit. go me. and you know how the books are arranged right? alphabetical order, according to the last name of the author!&lt;br /&gt;i started at around 't', hopped to 'j' in no time, and somehow got stuck at 'c'. guess which author? you got it right! meg cabot. wow. so much for my non-chick lit reading list. i'm currently on 'babbling madness', i think. well SOMETHING like that.&lt;br /&gt;oh i read as you like it yesterday. shakespeare was one confusing dude. seriously. i am 101% against his sentence structures. =P.&lt;br /&gt;oh, then i dug into pride and prejudice. you know what i realised? jane austen wrote novels that are, in my opinion, ancient chick lit. seriously. consider this - mansfield park, persuasion, p&amp;p, s&amp;s, all have a few things in common... a) a good-looking hero who is much-wanted by the opposite sex [chick lit must-have]; b) another bloke obviously put there as competition to the aforementioned hottie in a) - there's always some superficial quality of his revealed sooner or later; c) nasty Hot females who despise/look down on/basically clash with the heroine - points of similliarity usually end with the fact that both protagonist and antagonist fall for the same eligible bachelor, and they appear to have the upper hand in most things [think modern day popular cheerleader character?]; d) somehow, in some cases, a fairy-godperson whose purpose in the novel is to enhance or point out the amazing qualities of the heroine. oh. and did i forget? the heroines are 1) pretty. 2) opiniated, to a certain extent. 3) lesser-liked by their dominant parent. 4) mostly around the poverty line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did that send anyone out there to sleep? if it did, sorry! heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116402107907432425?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116402107907432425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116402107907432425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116402107907432425' title='pride and prejudice'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116375614283940781</id><published>2006-11-17T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:35:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo sien</title><content type='html'>i'm updating. go me.&lt;br /&gt;funny really. today started off really good and ended REALLY bad. Really Bad. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna go. i'm sien! and really, who wants to listen to a sien blogger. not me.&lt;br /&gt;zulle may i sleep over one day before i go to uk pls? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116375614283940781?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116375614283940781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116375614283940781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116375614283940781' title='soo sien'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116369119958919144</id><published>2006-11-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:33:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running low on patience</title><content type='html'>that's what home is like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my kakak. she was the mayo in the burger of our house. and the analogy sucks-its making me feel like throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;okay. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;sfhget dwrawsp itkhleh fgtlrudeq xbcevcbanuhsgeu fsdhye jduikdtnwts ftreelhlu luksd farnnygtjhkisndga rteow anfojtu otteulelj wtghhef iohtrhwesra. nsbhfed hwuaisd htjhker egwlpuseo obkeycafugshet usihoep qrrefadlhluyj ncvamrxesda eaqnfdg jwhausl krresazlxlvyy krueosppioenrswisbdlvef. tfhielgieadls rpuiyestzyc btnoj itlhlew emnatxu.p tahnedh iil lktnoofwe tic'hma psiplolsferde e(aisnt hae wwianyd)d atrol ifnimldlf shdefrg hsyhtorerse dnsonwb htuhjaftd csxhvebsu hoyveearisueoaasf, gbtuhtr dis fciahnbty! rie htdhniknfkc vib hjjudsbtm wdeornstt zcaaprpel eesnwoeuegnhm =s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sien. sien. sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can always tell when a holiday is coming up - my mum and i argue!&lt;br /&gt;one sure way to enjoy the hols.&lt;br /&gt;happy hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116369119958919144?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116369119958919144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116369119958919144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116369119958919144' title='running low on patience'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116273943747492548</id><published>2006-11-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:10:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh bleh</title><content type='html'>just a question - is the steady and unbending oppression of people considered a bringer of peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL my command of english is as impressive as that of a two-year-old's =P&lt;br /&gt;ah shucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116273943747492548?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116273943747492548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116273943747492548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116273943747492548' title='bleh bleh'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116237416064417186</id><published>2006-11-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:42:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the worst in the world</title><content type='html'>right.&lt;br /&gt;weng says i've become a total idiot, that i've changed since the start of the year. it is true. i know it, but i can't define how. (i mean mentally. physically, i'm sure i've gained about 10 pounds and 30 inches in total. but knock wood please. at least for my sake.) i must've changed tho. i've become bitchier, methinks. and less of a pushover. (i hope the latter is accurate at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's funny how one event can ruin your life isn't it? or how one deliberate overlook -which would be irresponsible- could save another's? fine, i'm exaggerating. save my ass. but at least, reduce the obstacles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life does suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is it people say? ah yes. when life throws you lemons, make lemonade. i think that's what it is anyway - it had SOMETHING to do with lemons and lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tons to write. but i wrote it all to ly, and who on earth is capable of retyping (and rephrasing) their thoughts? certainly not this being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116237416064417186?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116237416064417186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116237416064417186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116237416064417186' title='i&apos;m the worst in the world'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116127273301201974</id><published>2006-10-19T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:45:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deepa raya hols!</title><content type='html'>yes, i know. i;ve updated properly in 1200 BC.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anne's leaving on sat. tmrw she's having this lunch thingy. i wanna go, but transport...BLEH.&lt;br /&gt; can you imagine leaving home so suddenly? i cant. i cant leave my room for starters. it's a part of me! the slobbiness. the only two photos in my room. my gorgy wardrobe which sadly has far too much empty space inside. the bedside shelf thingy. with all the soft toys facing inwards or left in cupboards to not freak me out. the fifteen gorgy orchid stems. the mark on my door when mum and i argued so badly and i locked the door and dragged my bed across it. the stain on the floor from when we went UK and my uncle somehow let nelson pee in my room without even noticing.(i'm still freaking pissed - i mean, what the hell was he doing in my room anyway? he's not allowed!). the pink walls, which my kakak insisted we have. the dirty footprints on the wall (apparently i DO do kungfu in my sleep). the balcony i insisted on. the lack of a door leading to the balcony - but sufficient windows to do That job. the scary steps which still spoook me out. the sofa which doubles as a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. if a person could get sued for the overusage of the word 'i', i'd have been sued a trillion times over. oops, there i go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. hate results. seriously. gross. ew. so. BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;i had lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;but it just dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy deepa raya, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116127273301201974?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116127273301201974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116127273301201974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116127273301201974' title='deepa raya hols!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-116101322082622990</id><published>2006-10-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:40:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>what started out as socks moved on to life and responsibility and gaffy and cat litter and GAH&lt;br /&gt;sorry ling&lt;br /&gt;love you loads. haha&lt;br /&gt;in a totally unles way, durh.&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-116101322082622990?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116101322082622990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/116101322082622990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116101322082622990' title='sorry!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-115711050471778012</id><published>2006-09-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:54:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three little kittens</title><content type='html'>okay, before anyone tosses a rotten tomato (or anything the like) at me for giving the world wide web (cough. hehe!) a good dose of my whininess.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i haven't updated in like, eternity?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i havent blogged about kk, cambodia, school, midsems2 stress, my dearest muffy, and gaffy, and now, sembi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first.. erm.... KK! i forgot most of it now (well not forgot, but i just can't recall it! =P)&lt;br /&gt;one warning! don't act too bimbotic. last day of kk, mx and i shared the hotel room right..... well, yw came to visit and gossip, and then she left. (cue : mx and i go "LET'S FOLLOW HER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and so, we dash out in our comfy roomwear (ie barefooted)...&lt;br /&gt;leaving the room door to close by itself...&lt;br /&gt;...before we realise that neither of us took the keys.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;we went to knock on i think henri's(??) room door to ask for minor assistance, but world cup fever! everyone was downstairs in front of the pub watching football!&lt;br /&gt;stunned by our temporary burst of intelligence, we just stood outside our room door laughing our heads off. that is, until some grumpy person poked her head out of her door to give us a dirty look. oh, and the chambermaid did too. oopsies.&lt;br /&gt;we really had no other choice, did we?&lt;br /&gt;and so, we tiptoed downstairs (note - marble floor=cold, and we were barefooted okay!!) to ask the receptionist for another key.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE! crazy silly funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, our room had no menu! so we called for one.. and got this super-large, rattan-framed one which looked like it was meant for display! made us laugh like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, kit yen came to join us! and we were laughing like maniacs! i think the other cempakans on our floor could hear us while we were watching tiramisu... some ppl came to find out wat was so funny..(HEHE we freaked them out i think) anyway... yeah... seeing the menu made us laugh even more... so you could say we were totally stark raving mad that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the prank calls! hahahahahhahahahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;aw, i really really miss kinabalu....... (except the receptionless-ness part of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up..... school. what to say - wwry, thats pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;and then... cambodia trip!!!!!!! (pardon the exclaimation marks)&lt;br /&gt;we were in cambodia for 4 days. its really hot there, seriously. maybe even worse than malaysia because they barely use air-cond. it's cool to see nine-year old kids driving around on motorcycles! waaaaay cool. and the way the girls ride behind the guys on the bikes? so amazing! i cant balance with one leg on either side of the vehicle and there they are happily keeping both their legs on one side of the bike. its jealousy-fying.. OH they have the cutest little things ever - tut tuts. XD. erm, sort of like trishaws i guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;we visited tonle sap! oh god, at parts, the lake is so filthy, no offence. i mean..... our geo textbook clearly forgot to add some of the main functions of tonle sap - excrement pond, and direct water (for showering/drinking) supply being the major factors. honestly, gross! they use the water straight from the lake to wash their cutlery and food. they relieve their bowels in it. and they swim in it.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stomach it.&lt;br /&gt;but angkor wat! it's so pretty. i want to go spend more time there again! =) it was really one of the best parts of the trips. except i got sunburnt, as i forgot about the existence of sunblock until i felt my skin dying.&lt;br /&gt;i climbed angkor wat! its pretty from up there. lots of cadoodly couply spots. oh, they were occupied, though.&lt;br /&gt;the downside of goign on my dad's company trip to angkor wat is that all the people there were a) old, and b) engineers. yes, we marvelled at the wonders and capabilities of the ancient dudes. however, it is slightly disconcerting to be walking under a roof to have someone go "look, it's only supported by that one pole..." in a surprised, so-dangerous tone. worse still to have the person go on "it could collapse any time!"&lt;br /&gt;takes the magic out of it, don;t you think?&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH the worst part of cambodia was the company. including me, there were only 4 women. i liked one of the women..... she was nice! one was my mum...&lt;br /&gt;but the other one, oh, living hell. what am i anyway, a wooden mannequin for testing out scarves?! and honestly, so what if my dad is willing to buy me some clothes made of silk? i might not want it, pushy woman! bleh. i was so annoyed. seriously, do we seem like such spendthrifts? or new money? (if there even is a money) and honestly! "daddy says can buy, buy la!" BLEH! and who gave her the right to call me "ann"?? only some (well most-just not her) people i know are allowed to. i did not like that lady at all. and then she had the audacity to ask mum for the scarf we bought for my sister. the nerve! why the hell mum let her, i don't know. but the neeeerve. and my mum didn't even like her. i can't believe she didnt tell me either, i wouldnt have agreed to being assaulted with countless scarves by that... that... that woman.&lt;br /&gt;EEEKS..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love muffy, i really do. i'll sound mean if i say this, but she was my favourite dog... she loved being loved and she was the sweetest thing ever... she was so loving too! you could tell, she loved you unconditionally. and she was only 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;dear muffy, i love you! hope you're happy, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDENOTE - LY HAS A GREATNESS LEVEL OF 101%, and now she cannot disown me =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-115711050471778012?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115711050471778012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115711050471778012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115711050471778012' title='the three little kittens'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-115174525173109696</id><published>2006-07-01T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:37:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be obscene, be be obscene</title><content type='html'>you've got to love maralyn manson sometimes, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the happier note-&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday al! mel! pl! ew! sean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. bring out the balloons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-115174525173109696?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115174525173109696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115174525173109696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115174525173109696' title='be obscene, be be obscene'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-115028481512592091</id><published>2006-06-14T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:33:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my looooove</title><content type='html'>oohie. seems like i'm getting back into my old net-addict days.&lt;br /&gt;my mouse is spooky. it moves by itself. my light is spookier. it works as it pleases.&lt;br /&gt;i was flipping through my old report card and ccrs. seems to me that most teachers thought i was a bum! oy! am so majorly offended hmph!&lt;br /&gt;bleah!&lt;br /&gt;i am not really. i think.&lt;br /&gt;today we had a spot check. scary scary. shall not go into detail. but shall whine.&lt;br /&gt;whatever?? whee?&lt;br /&gt;okay i really have nothing to say! except that my shoulders ache and that i still have writer's block in the sense that i dont know what to write for yjc.&lt;br /&gt;and that oh, mr renu has resigned. =(&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;but it was so.. peculiar.. that pn farah actually made us stay back after assembly to tell us the facts. (rumours were flying right?) still so odd.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-115028481512592091?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115028481512592091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115028481512592091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115028481512592091' title='oh my looooove'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-115019059096585162</id><published>2006-06-13T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:23:10.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid stupid stupid.</title><content type='html'>move over monday blues. tuesday blues are here.&lt;br /&gt;i am to be excused (i demand it! hah.) of any ridiculous behaviour and off-humour.&lt;br /&gt;but i shouldve guessed, right? i shall list down why today sucked, suckls, and probably WILL suck. (after all, erm, read my blog, die of excessive me.really. =P )&lt;br /&gt;1. the unholy number of mosquitoes i fed while on front gate today. itchy legs. using the wrong page.&lt;br /&gt;2. the lecture we got before IT.&lt;br /&gt;(sej was an 'okay okay' cos we got our marks back, and i was not to upset by mine.. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;3. bm was NOT okay at all cos we got our marks back. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;4. break just about CONFIRMED what i said abt today being a bad day. i mean.... well. reasons i so shall not say why. but i shall mention tghualt ie rfeuajlhloy arlsmfovsht dfied cfrqy adfltieor. booo. (i just remembered. i think only ly would know what i just said. hee. maybe zulle? forgot jor!)&lt;br /&gt;5. chem. add math. careless mistakes galore.&lt;br /&gt;6. lunch. had rpp duty. no clues as to guessing why that sucked majorly today in particular.&lt;br /&gt;7. physics. marks. imply anything? of course, by this time, i was a little numbed. still reeling from break. and of course, a growling stomach. mreowr.&lt;br /&gt;8. after school. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;9. PIANO later. ignoring the fact i havent touched the book since what, lesson on sat?? yay.&lt;br /&gt;the best day imaginable, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;dont forget, more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its days like this one which make me just wanna crawl into the bed and bid the day adieu. or crawl into a hole and pull it in after me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-115019059096585162?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115019059096585162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/115019059096585162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115019059096585162' title='stupid stupid stupid.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114934696341451811</id><published>2006-06-03T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:02:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready or not</title><content type='html'>yes, i've been reading meg cabot.&lt;br /&gt;guilty as charged, i'm a big fan of feel-good books. or movies really =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;to-do list. while i'm on the comp waiting for my parents to return from coffeebean. (i cant believe i'm missing the fab fab yummy fudge cake. whatever possessed me to say NO to it?!)&lt;br /&gt;-article for yjc&lt;br /&gt;-blog&lt;br /&gt;-nothing&lt;br /&gt;-nothing&lt;br /&gt;-nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send in the clowns! oh gosh, loveitloveitloveit. hmmm... "its a breakup" damn sad. it makes such a big difference when he talks before singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all chocolate maniacs, guess what dad told me the other day? chocolate increases brain power! hah! go us!&lt;br /&gt;of course, dad cant say something nice without an insult. he smirked at me, and pointed at this massive bigass pimple that's been leeching on my forehead. i couldnt resist. i pointed -"BRAINPOWER. HAH."&lt;br /&gt;so if you see my face full of pimples, just think of it like this : i;ve been eating choc-my brainpower has increased-insult me and erm, face the wrath of my increased-brain power. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didnt really fail. *hide under blankets*&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation just makes it worse doesnt it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fought the law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. one week of hols over? damn. i havent lazed aboiut enough, and now i have to do hw. darn. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114934696341451811?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114934696341451811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114934696341451811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114934696341451811' title='ready or not'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114918328805565180</id><published>2006-06-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:34:48.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gosh</title><content type='html'>i'm updating! faint! i will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;severe writers block now, but somehow its always easier to blog when theree's chem research to be done =P&lt;br /&gt;heee what can i say? i;m only human. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder a lot about our politicians. and their views. and then i wonder about my own. maybe i'm just a stupid little brat who has no maturity to comment or to even HAve an opinion.. but i just Have to get it out of my system. doesnt the whole calling-out-to-*censor*-to-build-their-own-arms thing sound a wee bit too much like a terrorist-like movement? and you cant generalize *censor* as one big united front and anyone who isnt *censor* as the enemy, now, can you? i mean, the so-called enemy might be another *censor*. pirftummah. right. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. as i said, i probly AM just a wee little brat with zilch maturity. or interest really. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my articles in yjc have disappeared! *sniff*hurt! oh well. i guess they probably weren't suitable? shall make a mental note to ask nick about their faults. yup. and i havent written a review on i not stupid too 2! it was incredible. really amazing. nothing like what i expected, i mean, the name kind of gave the impression that the show would be just a bundle of not-so-funny-cheap jokes. and it wasnt. it was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else do i have to say? hm. seems like blogger's block has struck again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;ly's coming back on the 12th of june! miss that sakai lady much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefects camp! was TERRIFYING (but fun, i guess.). but i guess i shouldnt say anything about it here... =S. so... *zipping lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;i havent spoken properly to so many people for so long! sighs... =( i dont wanna like, menjadi renggang... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which!&lt;br /&gt;MY BM SUCKS NOW! seriously! i worked hard to improve my bm last yr@! and now i write lk... lk... a upsr kid! AURGH. help. =(&lt;br /&gt;and OHMYGOD. i had this HORRIBLE dream that i failed math. and everything else too, for that matter. full of careless mistakes. and the teachers were like, "oh gosh, how could you be so stupid? aren't you supposed to be in the clever class?" seriously. am so scared now. was considering calling mr lee just to ask whether i DID fail math.... but decided against it, i mean, he would've thought i was this crazy maniacal mark-obsessed stalker; and the stereotype, or rather, what the teachers-and everyone else for that matter- imagine our class to be.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;AURGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114918328805565180?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114918328805565180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114918328805565180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114918328805565180' title='oh my gosh'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114794281219795591</id><published>2006-05-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:00:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dare you to want me</title><content type='html'>i do. take me up and you'd regret it. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE exams.&lt;br /&gt;exams are unhealthy. its a fact. i bet i gained weight studying lk heck and not doing hsework. and then today there was no time to eat! how stupid is that? terribly. hahah. anywayy...... yeah. i just want my measuring tape back :( i miss it. wait. my measuring tapeS. URGH. *ramblegrumble*&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114794281219795591?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114794281219795591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114794281219795591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114794281219795591' title='dare you to want me'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114475619868262360</id><published>2006-04-11T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:49:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why did the tomato blush!</title><content type='html'>what does khu when he is bored?&lt;br /&gt;dont know?&lt;br /&gt;let me give you a clue! &lt;br /&gt;"what does mozart do after he dies?"&lt;br /&gt;"he decomposes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... ice age was really stupid. but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall copy off pkayes blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS fill out the TOP.... GUYS fill out the&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM&lt;br /&gt;and REPOST it with YOUR answers.&lt;br /&gt;(but pk only did the top one. i copied.)&lt;br /&gt;LADIES: Turned ON, OFF or DC (Don't care):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is taller than you: ON! duh!&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you: and we could look lk a hobbit couple!&lt;br /&gt;Wears braces: dc&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Preppy: on&lt;br /&gt;Dress Ghetto: whats ghetto?&lt;br /&gt;Dresses Gothic: dc. if i like the guy, i dont think i'd care very much?&lt;br /&gt;Has blue eyes: dc. some are scary.&lt;br /&gt;Has green eyes: dc&lt;br /&gt;Has hazel eyes: dc&lt;br /&gt;Has brown eyes: dc&lt;br /&gt;Drinks alcohol: off (beer belly? drunken idiots??)&lt;br /&gt;Smokes: OFF! (yrs of datin.)&lt;br /&gt;Chews: =s. not bones i hope.&lt;br /&gt;Plays sports: on&lt;br /&gt;Smiles a lot: on. d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;Calls you just to say Hi: who could not say "ON!"?!&lt;br /&gt;Compliments you: hmm... if its sincere, on.&lt;br /&gt;Shaves his legs: OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Wears jewelry: depends.&lt;br /&gt;Has facial hair: dc.. most guys Have facial hair, dont they?&lt;br /&gt;Smiles when you walk in the room: on, and it better be at me! XD&lt;br /&gt;Has brown hair: dc&lt;br /&gt;Has Black hair: dc&lt;br /&gt;Has blonde hair: dc&lt;br /&gt;Has Red hair: dc&lt;br /&gt;Makeup: OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;Can make you laugh at any given moment: on i guess&lt;br /&gt;Loyal: on without a doubt. think edward (twilight). think superhuman loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;Laid back: depends on what. better not be on ME... haha&lt;br /&gt;Plays guitar: dc&lt;br /&gt;Plays drums: dc&lt;br /&gt;Sings: on&lt;br /&gt;He's buff: what's buff? why dont i know? damn.&lt;br /&gt;He can draw: dc&lt;br /&gt;Does magic: ERM!&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian: off! (pkaye! you racist =P i second!)&lt;br /&gt;Does drugs: OFF! is there even a nagging doubt?&lt;br /&gt;Is bi: OFF. =) and i'm not being a closeminded jakun.&lt;br /&gt;Has a tattoo: dc. which body part?? =P&lt;br /&gt;Has a lip ring: off.&lt;br /&gt;Has a tongue ring : off&lt;br /&gt;Honest and open: on. its important.&lt;br /&gt;Plays musical instrument: dc&lt;br /&gt;Wears glasses: dc&lt;br /&gt;Works out: dc. big burly guys can be a bit intimidating..&lt;br /&gt;Creative: dc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this counts as updating, right?&lt;br /&gt;HAH my blog is not dead. so there. really. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114475619868262360?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114475619868262360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114475619868262360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114475619868262360' title='why did the tomato blush!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114475525340099744</id><published>2006-04-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:34:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why did the tomato blush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114475525340099744?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114475525340099744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114475525340099744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114475525340099744' title='why did the tomato blush!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114440669313685743</id><published>2006-04-07T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:44:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first's worst, second's best, third has a hairy chest.</title><content type='html'>i feel upset.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i expected second, yes. but i expected seladang to win.&lt;br /&gt;now we've not won games carnival and it's all our fault.&lt;br /&gt;we were good. we rocked. we didnt make mistakes, i think. and we were different from the other houses. none of our music was the same.&lt;br /&gt;we practised our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;what's come of that?&lt;br /&gt;better than without i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;why couldnt we..?&lt;br /&gt;1.5 marks. for stunts. we had a lot of stunts, didnt we?&lt;br /&gt;why..?&lt;br /&gt;=( anne cried today.&lt;br /&gt;i cried because she cried.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help it, tears are contagious.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess the main thing is that we had fun. which we did. loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt so upset until i heard how close it was.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt upset until people started to said that we could've won.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt upset until people started to voice their opinions about how our winning would've won us games carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pissed too. musicmakers staff just LOVE to make me waste my time going for non existent lessons. like today. i arranged this class three to four bloody weeks ago! and of course, they cant even f*cking remember to tell me that my teacher's not coming?! seriously. its not the first time. try the 3rd, 4th time?? i'm so amazingly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i'm not usually this censor-able. its jsut... a combination of upsetness, sadness, depression, anger, annoyance, and severe irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114440669313685743?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114440669313685743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114440669313685743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114440669313685743' title='first&apos;s worst, second&apos;s best, third has a hairy chest.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114320143430069577</id><published>2006-03-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:39:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever fallen in love</title><content type='html'>games carnival today!!!!! was fun. =) supporting and shouting is so fun! although i daresay it irritates more than it encourages the players. oh well, what to do? fan club points.&lt;br /&gt;today today today. i wonder how many guys are going to miss out on father's day in the future. football seems like such a dangerous sport. especially to the... continuity of mankind =p&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going to lose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the next expedition! am itching to go so badly. last camp with darren.. haha. pangkor was so fun. it probably didnt feel so fun during the camp... but after, when i look back... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;microsoft word has stopped working! this is a tragedy. how am i to do my hw?! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;mr wong today&lt;br /&gt;so tak bersemangat!! we ask him to cheer with us and all he did was give us thumbs up. pft!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114320143430069577?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114320143430069577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114320143430069577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114320143430069577' title='ever fallen in love'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114276914271225879</id><published>2006-03-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:52:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like big butts and i cannot lie</title><content type='html'>haha.&lt;br /&gt;does it not feel as thought the holidays just whizzed past? on the concorde. hahah. nvm. i will not be lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my stitches removed yesterday. the lady doctor was astounded that i had been showering regularly since the operation. i was petrified thinking i smelt like i hadnt. and after some thought, really irked by the thought of NOT showering. eeeewwww. i must rmb to thank uncle foon for those waterproof plasters that enabled me to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was talking to my parents about a-levels. i want to get into a good college. i dont wanna work for it. i dont want to leave cempaka. i dont want to grow old. i dont want to have to take care of myself. i'm scared. and i was talking to kin wai the other day; and whining about the eng presentation. hm, he says he has to do loads too. architecture-the presentations are 10 mins long. i didnt realise you had to talk so much in uni. i really really am terrified. what if i dont get straight As for spm? or for A-lvls? or dont get a first class from uni?! ARRRRRRGH. and spm..... i am so so so worried. (coughteacherswhycouldntwegetczakiahmrsheatmrpanchaNOTcikeshamssandramrwongmshngcough) how am i going to pass the science subjects??? what more, get an A. especially physics. and bio. i mean, honestly! we havent learnt much of physics. we get hw on a topic we are completely clueless on, and this year is the foundation year. important important important. HOW? physics is my main worry of the 3 science subjects i guess.... =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tmrw. is that thought not wrong is so many many ways??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get out of the house. its a long story, but i shall lay it on, thick and heavy, on the eyes of the few (if any) people who read this blog. well lets just say once upon a time beautiful large carps in a nice aquarium were get infected by fungus and dying. and apparently the cleanest way to dispose of a dead animal is by burying it. link the two statements. note the lack of skill of the person burying it (he buried it too near the surface. messy issue.). add two insanely odd dogs with fantastic sense of smell, a knack of trouble, strong curiousity, and most importantly, a penchant for digging. deep. and dragging things about a garden.&lt;br /&gt;do the math. cant? well lets just say death has an over-sweet, sticky, rotting, and completely sickening smell. (and it makes me sick to the gut. ever smelt the gunung datuk toilet 100 m away from it? imagine the smell IN the toilet. and amplify that by maybe 10000 times. there you go. the horrors of the scent of death. no actually, its much worse.)&lt;br /&gt;i am so wearing perfume to school tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;muffy and nelson better not jump on me, or lick me.&lt;br /&gt;if they do, i'll scream. i really will.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand the smell. it can drive a person CRAZY. why cant it go away?! it's lingering. no matter how many times mom has washed around the place, or how deep she has reburied them. is it in my head or is it really there?!&lt;br /&gt;i hope this doesnt disturb the fishes' restful peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114276914271225879?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114276914271225879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114276914271225879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114276914271225879' title='i like big butts and i cannot lie'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114218384689538747</id><published>2006-03-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:17:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buy one free one</title><content type='html'>for every action, there is a reaction right? errrrr..........catatan bergu!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm back! from taiping. safe and sound, save two teenie stitches and two hundred mosquito bites. hahahha. i was lucky - i got a double dose of local anaesthetic. haha i bet if i didnt i'd have screamed. it was 1 cm deep apparently. gross. mom was holding the torch and from what i heard, she wanted to throw up. am very glad she didnt. can you imagine having vomit enter your body? i mean, mixing with your blood. eeeew.hahahah and another really weird thing is i couldve sworn i heard "snip. snip. snip" as i was lying down and my uncle was just starting to cut..... maybe it was my imagination. yikes. dont wanna go there. i'm Certain i heard a snip at least, when he was done stitching. eeee. itchy!! but if i scratch, it'll hurt! how?!&lt;br /&gt;we went to taiping zoo! its not bad. at all! its quite nice, just that i Have to admit the spore night safari was loads more impressive =p. still. i'm impressed! (esp since its admission fee is lower than spore's, i bet.) did you know a bearded pig is really, well, beardy?! amazingly hairy, that thing. omg. i wonder how it eats, surely food get stuck there?! hahah. and theres only one giraffe, i bet it feels lonely.&lt;br /&gt;ch3em hw? still not done. don't give me that look! i read twilight. AGAIN. hahah. its so nice, the book. the guy is so sweet! it IS possible to understand the girl feeling willing to give up her life to be with him. (of course, some find the very idea preposterous, but, hey, i think i would do the same if i really really felt so truly and strongly about a guy..) i read velocity! omg. i totally do not like that book. it creeps me out, imagining cut off hands wrapped in foil and stuffed in a refrigerator for me to find. very, very, very sick. and fish-hooks? never going near them. cannot help but imagine them implanted in my forehead, and pulling them out myself. just twisted! (and i DID like fishing... a bit. =C )&lt;br /&gt;oh god theres so much hw... i just wanna laze this hols la. but that's not going to be possible i think. so i shall just have to... laze during school?! thank goodness for games carnival/sports day. much needed break.&lt;br /&gt;i cant access the school website! how am i to get my hw?! uggggh. i paid ten bucks for it man! conningnya. haha, oh well&lt;br /&gt;when will i see you again? (dont you just LOVE that song?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114218384689538747?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114218384689538747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114218384689538747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114218384689538747' title='buy one free one'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114199196560795164</id><published>2006-03-09T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:59:25.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>yes i AM obsessed with that book. i must not, repeat, NOT start on another book until i have finished my hw. i must not. i will not. but then again... sighs.&lt;br /&gt;about 150 mins ago i turned on the comp, intending to finish my chem essay. lets just say that i got distracted. a minor detour, really.&lt;br /&gt;seems like this holiday will be quite a busy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we visited this cool school for like, spastics. first they performed, then we performed (you've got a friend in me...), then we socialized with them a bit. it was really nice that they sort of let us talk to them ourselves and all... the students (i dont think its wrong to say that since its a school...) there were really, REALLY sweet and cute! &lt;br /&gt;i got to push a wheelchair! its not easy when the guy you're pushing seems heavier than you tho =s. but it was so incredibly fun.... nic and i were sort of pushing one guy between the two of us... (nic cant talk to them while pushing, it seems. and i cant seem to push the wheelchair without having it stop or swerve randomly.) well we switched a couple of times, pushing different people, but mostly i (fine. we. wtv. gr. ahhah!) pushed this adorable kid called rahim around... he was so sweet.. haha when we had to go, he still wanted to be pushed around.. i would have i think! but mr wong was there chasing us all away... the others had moved ahead =P &lt;br /&gt;anyway there were lots of other kids there too! they were all quite friendly and waved at us. except a few, who seemed quite scared of us. (not that i can blame them, i hardly think i'd be impressed by a bunch of students coming to baby me.)(and i dont think i should refer to them as 'kids' either, since quite a number of them are only 1-2 years younger than me.) (and why on earth did we push all of their wheelchairs?? some seemed perfectly capable! i could just feeeeeeel rahim's disbelief and irritation at my lack of ability to handle his chair every time i swerved suddenly. in fact he DID try to use his hands to move ahead himself.... *innocent whistle* )&lt;br /&gt;this trip was really good, as in i felt i actually got to talk a bit to them. compared to all the hospital visits we joined before, where we stood around awkwardly as both teachers and the hospital staff tried to get us to talk... of course we DID try, just i dont think they were much interested. today's trip actually had an impact of me. =0 amazed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back, we were singing (again!) our very own rendition of "i want it that way" and "i love you baby". oh the ayamas song too.=P. and we sang happy birthday... (first to weng, then to someone else-i forgot, then to mr wong [to which, weng shouted : "EH WRONG LA! to MR WONG'S GIRLFRIEND!!! MRS WONG!!"] it's ms hng's bday today. ;) we sang happy birthday to her too, in the school canteen, when we got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun. the only not-so-fun thing about today's trip was that it made me think. it made me realise how completely grateful i am to be, well, you know, i guess blessed. i think lots of babies get jaundice, as i know i did, and su lin did, and tara too. i feel so so lucky, since i did develop jaundice as a baby, and i DID have a habit of toppling down stairs and sofas when i was being babysat by ming. i feel to glad that all that happened to me, and i'm still here. in cempaka, living my life. i know it sounds terrible, coming out like this, but that IS how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i really admire the lady who took us around, puan marie ( i think?! or was it mrs wong... lol). i mean, she dedicated pretty much her entire life to helping out spastic children, and the school. it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the sidenote, HOLIDAYS ARE HERE! =)&lt;br /&gt;taiping tmrw. god. i really dont like needles. or blood. (remember bio? just proves my point - blood and me.... NOT GOOD.) and if there's something that definitely irks me out, it's pain. i hope it doesnt hurt. =( it shouldnt. in fact, stitches shouldnt be neccessary, right? just a tiny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my party and i'll cry if i want to! ignore me. if you want. really. i'll try not to mind. butilvoeutonsnotsmartofmeeh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114199196560795164?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114199196560795164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114199196560795164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114199196560795164' title='twilight'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114190785953034836</id><published>2006-03-09T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:37:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then the sirens came</title><content type='html'>ambulance whizzing past, with nelson howling so upsettedly after it. its saddening, isnt it? makes you think someone might be in the ambulance, hovering between life and death, giving in to death maybe. sometimes all it takes is something like that to jolt a self-pitier back to life isnt it? to realise that there is so MUCH more in the world, that the world does NOT revolve around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114190785953034836?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114190785953034836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114190785953034836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114190785953034836' title='and then the sirens came'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114190563458105630</id><published>2006-03-09T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:00:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got a friend in me</title><content type='html'>firstly, my apologies to everyone whom i was acting bitchy to today! hahah (sorreee zulle...=( but erm, thanks for warning me? =D) fine. almost everyone. (including nic! i'm sooo sorry nic! haha. i am. really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine about 11 f4sc1s in the yjc room, crowding around a computer, swaying from side to side singing "you;ve got a friend in me"? cos thats what we DID today. omg. hilarious. it's one of those unforgettable moments, i daresay. it was so funny. there were people outside sitting for their history exams, and when i opened the door, the singing could be heard! they all turned around with big grins on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm still moody. i really dont want to be, but i can't seem to help myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had discovered the reason of my blog being bizarre and not working! it's my comp. somehow it cant access the right date of webpages and all (like news, according to my dad.) so irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat for the accounts exam today. school's a bit faster than our tuition (fine. lots.) i didnt know so many questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a mysterious blueblack on my leg too..... it came the day right after swimming gala.... mx. we;re marked! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my cpe results back =( and physics. and all i can say is shit. shitshitshitshitshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need zulle's blazer. i dont like screaming into pillows. they're too fluffy they make you feel like you're suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fd3 has not left me unscathed. i;m NEVER going into a roller coaster. and you'd never catch me in a tanning bed. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. and i have another reason to never ever go gymming and i will not stop by drive-bys. i will never work in a warehouse, and i will never go to a tricentennial celebration. especially not if it includes mad horses, sharp things, and fireworks. i am never going into a london/american train without a lucky charm. i will never go ANYWHERE without a lucky charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing it again, aren;t i.&lt;br /&gt;showers are good. i'm going to go enjoy one now. maybe it'll be the highlight of my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114190563458105630?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114190563458105630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114190563458105630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114190563458105630' title='you&apos;ve got a friend in me'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114173834536256937</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:32:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird!</title><content type='html'>my updater is weird-notice?&lt;br /&gt;today was a bad day. so many terrible terrible marks! i felt i could've done so much better. IF I HAD NOT BEEN CARELESS. IF I HAD NOT FREAKED OUT. IF I HAD ENOUGH TIME TO CHECK. IF I READ QUESTIONS PROPERLY. uggh. =(&lt;br /&gt;well after the terrible school, the ladder i had fallen off fell on me. (sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga, geddit? XD)&lt;br /&gt;well i called my music school, just in case i had piano. this lady (who had a voice of a donald-mickey character) answered.&lt;br /&gt;me : hi! this is kah ann, just checking, do i have piano class today?&lt;br /&gt;lady : hi! sorry, what was your name again?&lt;br /&gt;me : fong... kah... ann.... my teacher is mr lean..&lt;br /&gt;lady : oh, your lesson is from 8 - 9.. is that a rough time?&lt;br /&gt;me : no, its fine. so my lesson is today?&lt;br /&gt;lady : 8-9&lt;br /&gt;me : tonight?&lt;br /&gt;lady : 8-9&lt;br /&gt;me : *thoroughly irritated by her voice now* okay! thanks! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i turned up at musicmakers at 7.55. the lady at the desk stares at me. "kah ann right? you DONT have class! mr lean just went back!" OMG I SWEAR I COULD'VE EATEN THE LADY ON THE PHONE. her and her donald-mickey voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, just to really sign it off, as though to confirm that today was / is a bad day, i had to argue with my mom... =( she had been nagging me about my hair, and that made me really conscious about it. (previously i actually forgot i even had the irritating strand.... lol.) but today i was super conscious about it and it drove me INSANE. as such, i went to buy hair pins... (i HATE hair pins thought. =( ) and in the car, on the way back, she kept going on and on about my hair, telling me how irritating it was, how people would look down on me and all, all the bad impressions. and she said i probably failed my interview because of my hair. that really did hurt, because i never told her that i actually wanted to be a prefect until maybe this morning? i wonder what possessed me to. i didnt intend to, it just came out. ugh. =(&lt;br /&gt;you know what another funny thing is? she didnt even want me to be a prefect. i feel so, i dunno. it's sort of like all my school life i'd been aiming to try everything, to get involved, and i feel like my mom was always telling me "dont waste your time! ming was active and she didnt enjoy herself!" she never liked it when i told her i wasn't like ming and actually enjoyed being busy. =s. or that i could actually handle whatever little i was doing, and probably more. i think i could. i'm not that incapable. i don't exactly understand why she can't stand me being involved in anything co-curricular in school when i want to, but forces me into things i dont want to do outside school.&lt;br /&gt;but still i shouldnt have opened my big fat mouth!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a bitch. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114173834536256937?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114173834536256937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114173834536256937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#114173834536256937' title='weird!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114154761763841243</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:33:37.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the second last swimming gala</title><content type='html'>harimau got third! WHEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(my parents were really shocked. in our defence, they only came in time for the relays) (which we totally screwed btw =P)&lt;br /&gt;its kind of sad....... this was my second last swimming gala! =( next year will be my last.... =(. i didnt even take pix! :( i guess there are memories.... but still. its not entirely the same. pix jog the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. i am going to eat daryl leong! he destroyed my fan =(=( i spent time making it okay! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;winners are all losers in a way.... if you think about it in a weird roundabout way. is it better to enjoy life and relax or is it better to work so hard and do well and work even harder? when does the working stop?&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i guess working hard doesnt mean there's no enjoyment to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its scary when your dad starts talking to mr renu and your mom to pn aimi...&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know... somehow i feel i enjoyed last year's swimming gala better. it was fun, running to and fro the booth and the poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 5 today! wheeehee. i think mx and i were driving hui juin crazy in the car on the way to cheras :P lol. oops. (btw, did you know mx doesnt know how to eat biscuits??)&lt;br /&gt;and when we reached, we were going to hang the banners up... but there was no space! it was bizarrely dumb. and a waste of time. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine next year's swimming gala! no more annabelle to ask stupid questions, no more of the other f5s to bug... we'll be the f5s, and we'll be pretty much running the show... fine, at least attempting to. and then at the end of it... that's it. the final swimming gala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114154761763841243?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114154761763841243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114154761763841243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#114154761763841243' title='the second last swimming gala'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-114139137217482729</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:09:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the saddest part of surviving is maturing.</title><content type='html'>i'm back! from what feels like an eternity of lurkdom... =P&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. whats new with me! why am i talking to myself? oh WELL. moral paper was CRAP! hahaha i felt so out of it i only had lk 10 mins to check.... and i scribbled (inpencil, of course) "THIS PAPER IS CRAP" at the end of the question paper. i Needed a vent so badly!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREE FREE FREE&lt;br /&gt;IGNORE THE FACT I SCREWED ALL MY EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREE!&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;(well as long as i dont get my marks back i am...)&lt;br /&gt;(as long i dont think about swimming gala on sunday.....)&lt;br /&gt;(i haven't swam since.... ohmygod i'm gonna embarass myself arent i... NOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;(i'm gna embarass myself tmrw anyway....)&lt;br /&gt;can you, dear nonexistent reader, imagine ME in a skirt? DANCING?! who remembers me dancing? the last time i danced was end of f1. the sej project. the one i forgot all the dance moves (which, btw, were really basic i think. definitely no booty shaking). OMG I HAVE NO BOOTY TO SHAKE! i think thats the biggest tragedy... ohmygod on a stage too. (shall i mention i forgot my ENTIRE piece the last time i went onstage? just awed the crowd with my amazing *cough*appearance [well Actually my teacher played my part so..] since i obviously didnt perform? )&lt;br /&gt;today today today.&lt;br /&gt;there's american idol!&lt;br /&gt;i want jap buffet =(&lt;br /&gt;why is noone online?!!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to go dvd shopping&lt;br /&gt;OOH!&lt;br /&gt;bday wishlist! i've already started compiling! (material things only, immaterial i would write down aobut 100!)&lt;br /&gt;1.Fantaghiro (in english pls! the dvd!)&lt;br /&gt;2.Lucas (by Kevin Brooks), Acceleration (Graham Mcnamee), House on Mango Street (Sandra Cisneros), and The Battle of Jericho (Sharon Draper)&lt;br /&gt;3.Anne of Green Gables-the first 2 movies.... Sullivan Entertainment..... dvd!&lt;br /&gt;4.tom felton! (material, non? XD not really neccessary tho i presume)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i dont seem to want many material things.&lt;br /&gt;dont you love the name "House on Mango Street"? i want to buy a house on Mango Street! just so i can say that! oh wait, NO. i want a house on Cherry Tree Lane. number 17 preferably ;) (think mary poppins. not darren/ly, seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weng ought to thank pk pl al mel ew (i didnt contribute much...) for his advanced biology lessons. hsi yi too. on behalf of them all, i extend our warm welcome for the thank you we've yet to receive....&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-114139137217482729?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114139137217482729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/114139137217482729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#114139137217482729' title='the saddest part of surviving is maturing.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113889150767167068</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:45:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wang bu liao..</title><content type='html'>lalala. have not swam at all since friday... i guess its good i swam on friday....&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;cny preparations were hectic hectic hectic. mopping the entire house and sweeping and balcony-washing and window-washing (no, not the ks ly version...) the entire ny eve. and then... cny. 3 days of no scissors, no brooms, no mops. me = lost. such an anti-climax you know? =p&lt;br /&gt;lets see......... i want to drink coconut!!!&lt;br /&gt;being humped by a shih tzu is no fun. seriously. the scars on my legs are finally fading.&lt;br /&gt;this so funny. this cny my dad arranged all our meals. the only 2 meals which didnt involve fried leftover white rice and last yrs leftover lap cheong were cooked by my mom. figures why i hvnt put on as much weight as i expected. yes i'm feeling deprived...=( i mean, what happened to the fresh lap mei fan i used to eat every cny?!&lt;br /&gt;which brings me about to another petty complaint about my family. =p. we buy an amazing quantity of toothbrushes..... about 30 at a shot. but we NEVER have any at home! bcos theyve all been brought 6000 miles away to uk! and same goes with erm... female stuff. =p. and cap minyak kapak.&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;io was just thinking. plane flights must be quite the nightmare for claustrophobics. seriously. even i get a bit claustrophobic sitting in the plane. its like a tightly packed and crowded, HEAVY box, full of living breathing things (competition for oxygen if anything happens.....) and of course, its only about goodness knows how high up in the air?? ah. epitome of safeness.&lt;br /&gt;anywayy....&lt;br /&gt;tmrw i'll be singing&lt;br /&gt;"my bonniieee lieesss ooooverr the ocean....&lt;br /&gt;my bonnie lieees overr the sea....."&lt;br /&gt;*gets rotten tomato confetti and runs off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113889150767167068?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113889150767167068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113889150767167068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113889150767167068' title='wang bu liao..'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113854091318689280</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:21:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be aggressive!</title><content type='html'>okay. i have lots of hw to do... but well.... its the first day of cny?!?! i have an excuse! i mean i DID do quite a bit of housework yesterday....... so yeah. i declare today my rest day. (like its not my rest day everyday.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway! did you know that dinner is not edible if a dog is humping your leg while youre trying to eat?&lt;br /&gt;valentines day is coming up. which means my cousins bday is. and shortly after, is darrens and lys. sighs. i miss ly! =(&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i;ve been emailing ly rather than blogging, nothing much to say really....&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been the class stationery stand? its amusing really.&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;i need gossip. i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113854091318689280?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113854091318689280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113854091318689280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113854091318689280' title='be aggressive!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113802399721532382</id><published>2006-01-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:46:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why you so like that AH?</title><content type='html'>i hvnt been updating much. been doin useless stuff which i undo anyway but i'm not going there its just TOO depressing i've been wasting my time!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. cny soon. my moms starting to tidy up. spent lk the whole sunday (minus about 3 hours in chinatown stationery shopping) tidying up! waaay cool i actually managed to do 0.00000009% of the tidying we need to do before cny! yippee!&lt;br /&gt;erm erm erm&lt;br /&gt;i havent studied for sej. diediedie. GAH! =( i'm scared of failing. i dont wanna fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113802399721532382?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113802399721532382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113802399721532382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113802399721532382' title='why you so like that AH?'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113731681374533954</id><published>2006-01-15T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:20:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the magic of your wonderland</title><content type='html'>lala. lys leaving today... =( its kinda sad. i know weng will go on about how we're all not sad just scared of change, but frankly it IS saddening too. well to me. =(&lt;br /&gt;its funny really. i realised that throughout my life i've never really been ambitious. i probly was the most ambition-less kid =s. i mean, at one point i wanted to be a hsewife. then a jaga kereta. it's weird how things change. if i'm not mistaken, i wrote my ambition (in jades f1 autograph book) as to be an olympic swimmer. now, THAT was random. it takes a Lot to get me to swim now! (a lot meaning the threat of getting sweaty doing other sports hehe)&lt;br /&gt;i feel that today i should be happy. for well, reasons. but i'm not. should i be happy? hm.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say, really.  which pretty much makes this a redundant blog. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113731681374533954?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113731681374533954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113731681374533954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113731681374533954' title='the magic of your wonderland'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113716207848402768</id><published>2006-01-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:21:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want you to know</title><content type='html'>lalalalala.  i havent updated since a few days ago. i dont think its that long!=p&lt;br /&gt;anyway. what has happened since then? oh erm lets see. i find myself rather preoccupied during a certain lesson (which i will not name bcos the teacher appears to have potential niceness). preoccupied, that is, with discovering that my kneecaps are very dry. really. its almost scaly. shall have to moisturise. and i started picking at my kneecaps instead of listening... (mental note:i will never do that again. it's almost addictive and once you start you cant really stop until you look at your skin -which you dont just in case the teacher catches you - and realise what a nasty  effect it has on your skin!)&lt;br /&gt;okay.. not much else been going on....&lt;br /&gt;its half past nine and i havent showered. and we have just seem to have gotten our wqater supply cut opff. thank goodness for tangkis (water tanks)&lt;br /&gt;my comps hanigng. noooo.&lt;br /&gt;i think one of the saddest sounds wouls be the one where there's an ambulance racing up the road, sirens blaring. and dogs howling after it. not barking, mind, but howling. it's just so... it is almost as if the person in the ambulance is dying, isnt it... almost as if the dogs are mourning for the person. its been happening a lot lately. or maybe my dogs have just changed and now like howling after the ambulance sirens. wait. the dogs in the neighbourhood, not just muff and nel.&lt;br /&gt;it's so scary. as days go by i realise more and more that soon i have to grow up!! and that my parents are getting older. that one day i'll be forced to work for my own moeny. one day i cant look towards mom and dad for support and money and everything-that i must be able to offer and provde support for them and money (even tho they Should have suffice pension funds! i hope!) one day i'll be married! (if all goes well, try, 10-13 years time? i mean, i read somewhere that having a baby past age 30 increases the risk of cancer. but then again, the big belly lumpp, the inability to touch ones toes, or to even see them, the horrors of sleepless nights... the overeating and weight gain.... who Wants all that?! one more horrifying thing isthe thought of spending the rest of life with one man. (which is, actually, what i spose i Will want to do. fine. what i Hope to do nayows. i guess.) which just stresses on the importance of knokwing the man before marrying him. omg. omg. i mean, looking at most of the men around me (i'm talking, aged 40+...) they're all grumps! i'm sure they couldnt Alll have been like that Before marriage-theyd be single if they had... in fact i think some (and by some i mean many) may be quite the abusive. i hope i dont marry one of those big old jerks. i hope ming dsnt either.&lt;br /&gt;yes i sounds childish. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113716207848402768?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113716207848402768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113716207848402768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113716207848402768' title='i just want you to know'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113690132310845098</id><published>2006-01-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:55:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they fall within the ashes</title><content type='html'>today... was well. more of it later.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know what to blog here and am honestly wondering why i Am blogging for the sake for blogging? hm. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;my fourth toe hurts for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy :S&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe i spents lk almost 50 bucks on Those Things =p all jades fault lol!! (note : on the box it said : FOR AGES 3 AND ABOVE) oh well its partially symbolic i guess. when 5 meet!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe ly and sling are leaving so soon! its just, well, weird.&lt;br /&gt;hehe some baby names are really atrocious. and saddening. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. there are a number (well, one) of books in times that really should not be placed on the bottom shelf? i mean, what if they get picked up by little unsuspecting ten year olds. very suspicious. (note : i am an angel! i turned it around just in case any kid walked by!-of course, that didnt stop the mean ppl from making me take a pic with it!&gt;( and when you first open the book, it self-turns to dubious pages! not my fault)&lt;br /&gt;let's see.... was there anything else? oh, erm. =p not really. i dont think. except its only 10 and i'm sleepy. something's not right!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113690132310845098?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113690132310845098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113690132310845098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113690132310845098' title='they fall within the ashes'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113637512674149583</id><published>2006-01-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:45:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's raining, it's pouring</title><content type='html'>and i'm tempting fate by still using the comp.&lt;br /&gt;school's back and with a vengeance. i maintain the fact i dislike the thought of growing older!&lt;br /&gt;mr lee's class was quite funny today! except the part when i didnt realise the questions were on two pages and i only did half of them.... he gave us his hp number too! (no calls past 12!=p) its a little bit weird to have the teachers (mr wong? mr lee?) give us their numbers and all... hm. haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to run. i love my comp too much to have it fried&lt;br /&gt;but first! a list of people i shall have to eat!&lt;br /&gt;1- weng. wj too probly hw blablabla! GAH. fake hw + me not knowing + weng not telling me + yishen mentioning something about it too = knock off a few years of my life. and the class thingy! god! i mean.... UGH&lt;br /&gt;2- zulle and van! you Both know i am NOT a good dancer (no micheal jackson!!! &gt;( =p). i have as much grace as a one-legged hairy monster the height of a dwarf! (or maybe a one legged pig?). imagine me trying to cheerlead? disastrous. blindfolds, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;3- ks. for growing taller over the hols. maybe if i eat him i'll grow taller too!&lt;br /&gt;4- ly and sling. for ditching us! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;5- erm. maybe i'm not that hungry after all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113637512674149583?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113637512674149583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113637512674149583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113637512674149583' title='it&apos;s raining, it&apos;s pouring'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113592589951607522</id><published>2005-12-30T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:58:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell it to my face</title><content type='html'>boooyaah!&lt;br /&gt;i actually have nothing to blog about-i just feel i Have to. it's the second last free weekday i'll be having in... a while. so yes. the big ugly year of form four is lurking round the corner. its threatening me with mr/mrs lee and the nasty addmath sums. it speaks of chemistry with mr wong and physics and very mean bm papers and cik zakiahs strictness (well, at the same time i hope we get her! she seems like a very good teacher!) and gosh. maybe at times like this i should shut up. did i mention commonwealth essays? and lack of strength to lug backpacks? and probably work overload and mental breakdowns?&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yesterday i accomplished something great. i finally finished buying my school books! and today i finished wrapping my textbooks!  just havent written my class. shall beg my sister to write it for me. ooh chinatown! yummy. every time i go there with my mom we eat two meals instead of one! (well, we have a perfectly good excuse, yes we do. the food is just too irresistable.)&lt;br /&gt;just finished re-reading the last installment of narnia. its ending is kind of disturbing.... i mean, what happened to susan?&lt;br /&gt; guess i'll be going off now! shall find something totally irrelevant and not beneficial to do. something thats a waste of time. after all, it IS still hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113592589951607522?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113592589951607522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113592589951607522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113592589951607522' title='tell it to my face'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113560634199198883</id><published>2005-12-26T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:12:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they</title><content type='html'>just realised! i havent been spilling my guts to cyberspace for a while. go... me!&lt;br /&gt;lala. anyway. been semi-busy, xmas and all. have also been addicted to hexic, thanks to pkaye!! hahaha =p i cant believe she got the desperate housewives season 2! !!!! oh oh oh i finally rewrote my commonwealth essay!!! am demihemisemi-happy with it now! except its on my dads dinosaur(part of the charm! haha!) laptop and for some twisted reason this computer wont let me read flopppy disks and the laptop cant do thumbdrives or cds! *grumble* am so irritated! i dont particularly want to retype 1570 words! but at the same time i want to save my work so that i am actually able to retrieve it!&lt;br /&gt;its kind of sad to lose trust isn't it? once it's gone, its just so hard to believe again =s....&lt;br /&gt;remind me to smack ly for leaving! god, next year is going to be WEird. i wonder if darren will still be sitting and talking to us. whether kai sheng will still talk to us. whether he'll still feel inclined towards... voodoo.=p. whether we'll lose touch with ly and sling. (we mustnt let that happen btw.) which new faces will be in class? what will form four be like? ming said it's the best school year. i still feel a sense of foreboding. truth is, this year was incredibly fun! sure, like life, it had its bitter moments, but wasnt it altogether sweet? i remember puan nora laughing at us and scaring us totally about our kerja kursus and pmr around the beginning of the year.... it wasn't really all THat bad was it? since we got to use computers and all... and our teachers were really quite lenient with us, they gave us so much time to complete our work... and there was all the funny lessons with ms tok! breast cancer! tau fu fa! wedding tortures! gincu and gay kisses! jade sitting at the back of lessons with her magazines during the start of school!=p very precious moments, no? pangkor! i got to know darren better then.... hahah i miss pangkor. i'll go back there someday, and i'm going to just bum this time! i;m going to enjoy myself and eat a preserved and terribly sugared and salted sotong bit!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i'm going to be like in ten years time. i'll be 24. i hope i'll have a promising future. i'm dreadfully frightened of ending up as one of those confused failures who just can't seem to get anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;oh, i watched erin brockovich! finally. i felt sort of sad somehow... i mean, although she did finally get a job, defeat the 'baddies', and help those people, she didnt really spend time with her children, did she? well. i wouldn't know. =)&lt;br /&gt;do mi so do do so mi do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113560634199198883?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113560634199198883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113560634199198883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113560634199198883' title='they'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113490459933692916</id><published>2005-12-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:16:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just under the carpet</title><content type='html'>so... about 4 more days. whoopee. 4 days and then the nasty truth will be out. whether i can go to sc stream anot... omg. i am so worried. bm = ngo sei lor...... what if i fail to get an A for say, english?! (i would be the ONLY person in the form to i think.) or math?! (just as BAD.) or science?! (also nasty - i actually Like science to some teenie almost nonexistent extent) or sej?! (i mean, it was easier than expected so i bet NOONE else wil get a B, and if I do...) or kh (ditto) or geo! (ohmygod. help.) okay, if i go on i might just drive myself mad.&lt;br /&gt;oh, 4 more days and i'll settle my school fees. (whoops?=p)&lt;br /&gt; havent been able to think of Anything that is blog-worthy. or rather, any detail of my live i'd dare send into cyberspace where anyone could see.. it's comparable to giving your enemy weapons. well that's what i think, and i might be a psychotic freak for all i know. (well, fine, i KNOW i Am one.)&lt;br /&gt;bsc is seriously swarming with cempakans at the moment! sad sad sad. its normally the place i go to with my family (ie : scruffy dressing, messy jeans, any kind of fashion flops - you name it.) so i guess i Should bother more about my appearance when i leave the house now. awh. =(&lt;br /&gt;it's really irritating when songs get stuck in your head! at the moment my poor mind is constantly beign "serenaded" by weng's sound thingy-the one that goes "i'm just a sexy boy.... i'm not your boy toy!" lol! i was singing it yesterday and my sister heard me...the expression on her face was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the prospect of waiting... i want straight As, i really do... aurgh. and the 22nd is tong yuen festival right? ooh i just love tong yuen! and rolling them. very fun!&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to blog about, really.&lt;br /&gt;hou sien ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113490459933692916?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113490459933692916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113490459933692916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113490459933692916' title='just under the carpet'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113390135880727606</id><published>2005-12-07T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:35:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home and away</title><content type='html'>dont you just love soaps?=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to brussels on saturday, arriving at gare du midi around 7ish. brussels is such a pretty place! the cobblestone roads! but the people. there were so many beggars. as in they weren't even paying music or trying to do ANYTHING to get some money. except, well, sitting in the middle of the road with their hands clasped as though praying. and i dont mean this racially or anything, but most of them (well, all the beggars i saw actually) were eastern european and were either young girls or women with little sons running about touching people's bags. and my dad got pickpocketed. so troublesome. sighs =( they rn up the credit card bill. i mean, he realised like 90 minutes afer it happened, and the card had been charged 4 times within that, each transaction averaging 1000 euros. bllooooody hell. that's lk, 4000-5000 euros. which is about 100 pair of levi jeans (which i NEVER buy cos i think they cost too much - about 200, slightly less) AND altering most pairs. urgh. i hope the pickpocket stumbles while crossing the tram track. hah. i hope they catch him. but most of all, i hope our insurance covers this.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i havent finished grumbling about these belgians. as we didnt want to miss our train back to london, we didn't lodge a police report for that incident (the theft). the eurotrain lady said we could make it in london you see-we need it for insurance. and when we reached waterloo the police said it happened in brussels and so it was out of their jurisdiction. but the really nice officers gave us the address for the belgian embassy. and guess what? they didnt want to know about this either. because we werent BELGIAN. *grumble*. so we went to the malaysian embassy. still cant lodge, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like the belgians were really racist. many were really nice to my cousin (shes half ang mo) but really rotten through and through to us. and at the eurostar terminal these freaking irritating mat salleh women pushed their way in front of me. lets put it this way-one old lady pushes way in between ming and i. i make sure i'm right after her, oh well, she IS old after all. second old lady moves next to me as if to say 'this is MY line, get the heck outta here.'. me refuses to budge as the line behind her is incredibly long. old lady 'accidentally' rolls trolley-bag over my legs. old lady also forgets to say sorry. pushes in front of me. i am left speechless. first old lady (even less tech savvy than ME, it seems) totally screws up the machine and has to call for assistance. officer tells them to get into another queue, manual check-ins. 'yay' i thought. officers stop entrance for the while, as it is too crowded and theycan only allow bit by bit. (shit.) it was so antagonizing i wanted to shriek at those old ladies. (i guess the word 'hags' would be a bit mean of me? =p&lt;br /&gt;brussels has really cool public transport tho. trams. and leonidas chocs are really cheap there. and they have SO many choc shops - Amazing. and they Do have quite nice shops. the buildings there are really cool too. they have like ruins under the city i think? they had to cover up the river bcos of a cholera outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;and i really miss home. i miss squishing gaffy. i miss muffy's intelligent face and nelson's noisiness and oh, i just miss home. east, west, home's best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113390135880727606?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113390135880727606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113390135880727606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113390135880727606' title='home and away'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113390135034579798</id><published>2005-12-07T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:35:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home and away</title><content type='html'>dont you just love soaps?=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to brussels on saturday, arriving at gare du midi around 7ish. brussels is such a pretty place! the cobblestone roads! but the people. there were so many beggars. as in they weren't even paying music or trying to do ANYTHING to get some money. except, well, sitting in the middle of the road with their hands clasped as though praying. and i dont mean this racially or anything, but most of them (well, all the beggars i saw actually) were eastern european and were either young girls or women with little sons running about touching people's bags. and my dad got pickpocketed. so troublesome. sighs =( they rn up the credit card bill. i mean, he realised like 90 minutes afer it happened, and the card had been charged 4 times within that, each transaction averaging 1000 euros. bllooooody hell. that's lk, 4000-5000 euros. which is about 100 pair of levi jeans (which i NEVER buy cos i think they cost too much - about 200, slightly less) AND altering most pairs. urgh. i hope the pickpocket stumbles while crossing the tram track. hah. i hope they catch him. but most of all, i hope our insurance covers this.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i havent finished grumbling about these belgians. as we didnt want to miss our train back to london, we didn't lodge a police report for that incident (the theft). the eurotrain lady said we could make it in london you see-we need it for insurance. and when we reached waterloo the police said it happened in brussels and so it was out of their jurisdiction. but the really nice officers gave us the address for the belgian embassy. and guess what? they didnt want to know about this either. because we werent BELGIAN. *grumble*. so we went to the malaysian embassy. still cant lodge, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like the belgians were really racist. many were really nice to my cousin (shes half ang mo) but really rotten through and through to us. and at the eurostar terminal these freaking irritating mat salleh women pushed their way in front of me. lets put it this way-one old lady pushes way in between ming and i. i make sure i'm right after her, oh well, she IS old after all. second old lady moves next to me as if to say 'this is MY line, get the heck outta here.'. me refuses to budge as the line behind her is incredibly long. old lady 'accidentally' rolls trolley-bag over my legs. old lady also forgets to say sorry. pushes in front of me. i am left speechless. first old lady (even less tech savvy than ME, it seems) totally screws up the machine and has to call for assistance. officer tells them to get into another queue, manual check-ins. 'yay' i thought. officers stop entrance for the while, as it is too crowded and theycan only allow bit by bit. (shit.) it was so antagonizing i wanted to shriek at those old ladies. (i guess the word 'hags' would be a bit mean of me? =p&lt;br /&gt;brussels has really cool public transport tho. trams. and leonidas chocs are really cheap there. and they have SO many choc shops - Amazing. and they Do have quite nice shops. the buildings there are really cool too. they have like ruins under the city i think? they had to cover up the river bcos of a cholera outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;and i really miss home. i miss squishing gaffy. i miss muffy's intelligent face and nelson's noisiness and oh, i just miss home. east, west, home's best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113390135034579798?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113390135034579798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113390135034579798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113390135034579798' title='home and away'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113390134884134691</id><published>2005-12-07T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:35:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home and away</title><content type='html'>dont you just love soaps?=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to brussels on saturday, arriving at gare du midi around 7ish. brussels is such a pretty place! the cobblestone roads! but the people. there were so many beggars. as in they weren't even paying music or trying to do ANYTHING to get some money. except, well, sitting in the middle of the road with their hands clasped as though praying. and i dont mean this racially or anything, but most of them (well, all the beggars i saw actually) were eastern european and were either young girls or women with little sons running about touching people's bags. and my dad got pickpocketed. so troublesome. sighs =( they rn up the credit card bill. i mean, he realised like 90 minutes afer it happened, and the card had been charged 4 times within that, each transaction averaging 1000 euros. bllooooody hell. that's lk, 4000-5000 euros. which is about 100 pair of levi jeans (which i NEVER buy cos i think they cost too much - about 200, slightly less) AND altering most pairs. urgh. i hope the pickpocket stumbles while crossing the tram track. hah. i hope they catch him. but most of all, i hope our insurance covers this.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i havent finished grumbling about these belgians. as we didnt want to miss our train back to london, we didn't lodge a police report for that incident (the theft). the eurotrain lady said we could make it in london you see-we need it for insurance. and when we reached waterloo the police said it happened in brussels and so it was out of their jurisdiction. but the really nice officers gave us the address for the belgian embassy. and guess what? they didnt want to know about this either. because we werent BELGIAN. *grumble*. so we went to the malaysian embassy. still cant lodge, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like the belgians were really racist. many were really nice to my cousin (shes half ang mo) but really rotten through and through to us. and at the eurostar terminal these freaking irritating mat salleh women pushed their way in front of me. lets put it this way-one old lady pushes way in between ming and i. i make sure i'm right after her, oh well, she IS old after all. second old lady moves next to me as if to say 'this is MY line, get the heck outta here.'. me refuses to budge as the line behind her is incredibly long. old lady 'accidentally' rolls trolley-bag over my legs. old lady also forgets to say sorry. pushes in front of me. i am left speechless. first old lady (even less tech savvy than ME, it seems) totally screws up the machine and has to call for assistance. officer tells them to get into another queue, manual check-ins. 'yay' i thought. officers stop entrance for the while, as it is too crowded and theycan only allow bit by bit. (shit.) it was so antagonizing i wanted to shriek at those old ladies. (i guess the word 'hags' would be a bit mean of me? =p&lt;br /&gt;brussels has really cool public transport tho. trams. and leonidas chocs are really cheap there. and they have SO many choc shops - Amazing. and they Do have quite nice shops. the buildings there are really cool too. they have like ruins under the city i think? they had to cover up the river bcos of a cholera outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;and i really miss home. i miss squishing gaffy. i miss muffy's intelligent face and nelson's noisiness and oh, i just miss home. east, west, home's best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113390134884134691?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113390134884134691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113390134884134691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113390134884134691' title='home and away'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113352450699720518</id><published>2005-12-02T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:55:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lub dup (systole, diastole)</title><content type='html'>omggggg aurrrgh scary scary scary scary. nvm. i will not dwell on stuff which is too late to alter.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i should be packing or exploring. i should not be on the net at the mo. but if i get off i know whats awaiting - vaccuuming my aunts hse (which has carpeted floors-hrder to clean. eyuk!)&lt;br /&gt;i know i should use my brain. i barely remember any of the BM i learnt this year. it hasnt snowed yet over here! so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i never really thought i'd see the day when my sister'd go to uni and all =s and now shes already (almost!) one term into her second year. very shocking. shes getting so old! which means i'm actually getting older too! (yes i know i'm young, and i look about 9 but still! i might look like a ten-year old next yr for all i know!=p) and then i was thinking. next year i'll be in form 4. which means in 2 years time, SPM and i;d hv finished with secondary. then two years-Alvls. then uni, in four years. in four years i'll be 18! no, no, no. i refuse. i'll just stay 14 and a half (slightly less) forever. oh wait. just add a few inches to my height and i'll stay 14 and a half. yes i will. that way i wont have to think about my uni, my a levels and getting older and getting a job and worrying about becoming an old grumpy 60-year old singleton. or worse, a grumpy, old, unemployed, depending-on-others 40-year old singleton. much rather be a happily married, gorgy 25-year old with a high-paying job. but then who doesn't want that? career, love, looks, family, friends.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i learnt a very ineresting thing. by biting an unripe persimmon. my jaw felt very gummy and my teeth were kinda glued together (i mean, upper teeth, lower teeth), and talking properly was a real difficulty. i'm not making any sense so i guess i'll just stop right here. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;10ish more days and i'll be homeEeeee!!!!!! homeeeewardddd bouuuund! whee! but i really love where i am now too =s. it fits. ah bah. who cares!&lt;br /&gt;hey ninininininininini harrriiimau oh wowowowowowowowowwo red tigers... no matter what you dodo, the tigers will come to you! the tiger dynasty is here to stay.......... *high pitch* the tiiiiiiger dynasty is here to stay! (i love that song!i must find the original. remind me.)&lt;br /&gt;OH! the other day we went to golders green and hampstead. golder's green (or was it hill?) park is really nice! and hampstead was so unbelievably picturesque. loved them both.... so nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i guess i better go =s packing for erm erm erm yeah. packing. fine i admit.i'm going to squish dillon and watch tv. off i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113352450699720518?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113352450699720518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113352450699720518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113352450699720518' title='lub dup (systole, diastole)'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113300612004093980</id><published>2005-11-26T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:55:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do the locomotion with meee....</title><content type='html'>hee! am suffering from a cold and peeling nose! (amazingly, i got the cold in the fraking plane. how unfortunate is that anyway?! hv been sleeping lk a pig! whee! its been sofa (or is it sopha?!) city for me the past few nights. tits nice. dillon(the cat) rules the house here. i think i've swallowed enough of his hair to form three furballs in my stomach. seriously, trying to sleep last nite i mustve spat out lk 5 of his hairs? and he has unlimited access to the entire house. on beds. even when ppl are sleeping on them. on tables. on the sofa. on laps. EVERYWHERE. seriously, this must be the 20th-century version of cat worshipping.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday we walked from battersea (we walked to the park, then here and there... a very roundabout way to end up in piccadily). which we've done before, and i daresay previously i enjoyed it, but this time is was so insanely effing cold and dad was walking at, say, the pace of an overturned tortoise? he was being such a pain and he wouldnt walk faster and my face and hands were numb so i ran to pizza express to get a hot chocolate. he thought i was being a pain and called me 'mang czang', but honestly, if i waited there for him i'd have frozen. was not thinking very pleasant things of my father. just because he was feeling warm. *grumble* i will never EVER marry. unless i find mr Right. whee! and mr Right would've stopped when he noticed that both my mom and i had red noses. i mean!&lt;br /&gt;nxt weekend its brussels for us. only for 2 days tho. i think. think chocs. whee!i miss my gaffy baby. and muf and nel and the terapins and my messy home where at i hv a nice cushy bed! and i miss the malaysian weather. hot and humid. better for skin.&lt;br /&gt;and the heat! terrible at times, but still.........&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE 8 simple rules! so nice to watch.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go tanak the nasi. in 5 mins. off i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113300612004093980?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113300612004093980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113300612004093980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113300612004093980' title='do the locomotion with meee....'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113266738944682881</id><published>2005-11-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:49:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the second one!</title><content type='html'>weng is mean and nasty and horrible and a big bully! *sticks tongue out* apparently my last post aas dissatisfactory and therefore not counted! *rushes to save my waistline* (now he's threatening my THIGH inches. that boy is pure evil!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to write about something less on-the-surface-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you change other people's impressions of you? what if you dont like the reputation you;ve gained? i'm sure it can be changed. but i know it'll take time to change the reputation you've gained. and yet, it may be absolutely neccessary to. because even if it just is a facade, it does affect you really somehow? it affects the way people communicate to you, and the way you are treated, the things they expect of you. &lt;font color="white"&gt;and personally, i'm sick of being seen so shallow, horny and obsessed. there's more to me than that. i know. rather- i used to know,-now i'm not so sure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numa numa numanye............&lt;br /&gt;i really dont have anything to say (well, that'd i'd put online for the biggest bullies to read! i dont mind everything but, well, some things just...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffice to say, from now on i will try to be a Deep Person. i will try to concentrate on school-related stuff. i will try to be a more all-rounder person. i will be  good daughter.&lt;br /&gt;ah wth, i just argued with my mom. yay. i think the people above 40 in this house need to know the meaning of "private" and "personal".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113266738944682881?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113266738944682881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113266738944682881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113266738944682881' title='the second one!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113266543608478379</id><published>2005-11-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:17:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopelessly devoted....</title><content type='html'>right. i'm allergic to something. i just dont know what! my lips! theyre swelling up. and my face has rashes! okay. there had so NOT better be a hot guy on my flight. ARGH! bah. humbug.&lt;br /&gt;i actually dont have much to say =s.... havent been going out and all? and i'm blogging bcos some BULLY (wengcoughweng) has said that i'd grow fatter if i didnt. HMPH. just cos he;s thin. =d evil nasty bully!&lt;br /&gt;i will not bite my swollen lip...... i.will.not.bite.my.swollen.lip. ARGGGH its itchy!&lt;br /&gt;baseball. i wonder what compelled ppl to relate doing *it* with that game. anyway, from what i just heard today (i dont know, right or wrong? i'mtooinnocentyesmeyes.) the bases!&lt;br /&gt;1st base.... is hugging and kissing&lt;br /&gt;2nd base.... is making out (whats that?!=s)&lt;br /&gt;3rd base.... is playing and touching each other tat sort of thing&lt;br /&gt;4th base.... is sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my neck is starting to itch! AUUUUUUURGHHH&lt;br /&gt;weng is threatening to add 137 inches to my waist! sniffle&lt;br /&gt;my neck! okay. i love my cat. gaffy is the greatest. lalalallaa.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for tmrw!!!!!!! but yet i can... i dunno i wanna go and not go. aiiks nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113266543608478379?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113266543608478379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113266543608478379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113266543608478379' title='hopelessly devoted....'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113232340763276824</id><published>2005-11-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:16:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corrosive. explosive. toxic/poisonous. flammable. harmful/irritant. radioactive. embarassing.</title><content type='html'>i'm sleepy and i think i'm a bit sick! =p am sposed to be at the workshop but.... well. i thought i had a music lesson at 6.30 today!! so being the nice *punctual* girl i am, i turned up at my music school at 6.35.... to have a very embarassed teacher inform me that my lesson was actually at 5.30 today. oh brilliant! so embarrassing laaaaaaaa. (but if it was at 5.30, i couldnt go anwyay, my mom went out till lk 6ish anyway, leaving me home alone? hm.) so i couldve gone back after accounts to sleep and then go for the workshop tonite, but we needed to buy some things from telawi bfore uk and all so..... byebye workshop! good thing tho, seeming as my mind currently is about as active as a packet of cotton wool.&lt;br /&gt;accounts is very..... well book keeping, is very, very, very, very, cheong hei. catatan bergu is a very very mafan process =p&lt;br /&gt;i want to read Kafka on the Shore! gah it looks interesting and yet i have to save it for the plane flight! *pout*&lt;br /&gt;stayed up till 2 last night reading! i love Seven Tears into the Sea. whee!! quite trashy. so feel good. i have never read To Kill A Mockingbird. it's supposed to be one of those Deep Books. but most deep books have very thought-provoking endings.. and those endings arent dont make me feel very happy. =) maybe i'm just shallow. in fact, i probably am. but i dont really think those ppl going around indirectly implying that they are deeper than others, i dont think those ppl are really deep. or maybe its just me. maybe theyre just so deep they cant help realising it. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i love bouncing on the exercise ball. havent done that for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared. what if i dont get seven As for pmr!??! what if i dont even get 6 As? what if i drop and i start laxing and i just keep dropping lk a hot potato and finally i wont be kiasu and i'll just grow up a failure and flunk spm and a lvls and uni and and and. nvm. i will just clamp my mouth now. suffice to say, at the moment i canNOT stand any self assured i-am-going-to-get-7As-for-pmr person. how can you be so sure?! what if you think you're going to get 7As, and you start feeling so confident, and then they read out the names and yours isnt there? the shattering of ego must really suck =s i'm so worried =s.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i need a shower. whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113232340763276824?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113232340763276824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113232340763276824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113232340763276824' title='corrosive. explosive. toxic/poisonous. flammable. harmful/irritant. radioactive. embarassing.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113223677056413725</id><published>2005-11-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:12:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe i can fly! watch me!</title><content type='html'>gof was good! cedric was hot! it was so sad when he died..... =( *sniffsniff* cho was pretty! hermione too, but i think cho was prettier? they needed more tom felton laAAa...... i mean, honestly!! in the few shots they had of him he looked so so so hot! gah! =p but i Did have nice company watching the movie? =p altho that company kept staring when hagrid and the olympe ( i think?!) woman were dancing... where was his head hmm? tsk. it was funny tho!!!! the very first shot of harry potter was very... ahahah. put it this way! this girl near me shrieked "OMG he;s SO ugly!" and halfway thru the movie, very heavy breathing could be heard. methinks it was coming from a man at the end of my row.......... poor guy must've been very bored.&lt;br /&gt;my cat's next to me. shall pretend i do not notice so i dont get scolded or scratched. whee!&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have anything to say. do i? hm. =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113223677056413725?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113223677056413725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113223677056413725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113223677056413725' title='i believe i can fly! watch me!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113189012362979629</id><published>2005-11-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:55:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;wheee!!&lt;/strike&gt; (no slang, right?) yesterday night i went to my auntie michelle's dinner. i sat on the kid's table (since, well, i AM a kid). let's just say that the 12-year-olds in the Fong clan enjoy poking straws into watermelon - so that bits of the juicy red watermelon slice is stuffed into the unwilling straw (apparently watermelon isn't just for eating! it doubles as very 'efficient' ammo...) and then blowing into the straw.... you do the math =p..... anyway! this other guy-kevin toong i think? =s was their target tonight. his chair after the dinner. quite a sight. bits of watermelon on the seat. ew. but lucky for me i was not the only girl on the table! was talking to keisher? (i dont know how how it's spelt, i just know it's pronounced kay-sher.....) she's 15 and about 5'7". &lt;strike&gt;eRm.&lt;/strike&gt; yes i do feel quite the shortie! she was telling me about how one day she saw a bunch of girls rubbing her brother's hair (head hair, in case any perv thinks sideways =P)and calling him 'lengchai'. she was quite amused and traumatised! (well her brother has 'gaya'.... but cute? i wouldnt know. so not a paedophile..)&lt;br /&gt;the wedding was so very different! it was buffet for starters. and after the dinner they played something like 'mr and mrs'. the audience asks the couple questions and they have to write their answers down, later exchange and read out aloud. ;) well, i now know that the groom has(/had, i didn't quite pay attention to the mc as i had to seek napkin-shelter from the melon-loaded-straws being blown in my direction.) well, yeah. the groom has/d 3 nipples. and that apparently his thing is around 15 cm. and that the bride has no armpit hair (lucky isnt she!) and her most sensitive spot is her underarm, not her nipple (the groom's answer). nice.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, another taboo-violation. there was a table full of gays. 100% male occupancy. of course that doesn't imply that they're gay, but apparently my uncle saw two of them kissing. go figure. and there was a hot girl performing onstage as entertainment (well, more like hitting on the groom in front of the bride to see her reaction. oh and HIS reaction. she even went Down There... (although pants stayed on at all times. underaged beings were present!) well! turns out the hot girl, well, want really a girl. =p yes oh yes. vicious. but it may be just rumours. probably is too....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after THat part, they started dancing. everyone was invited to dance, lights were dimmed, and disco music was played. DISCO. with grannies and aunties and uncles dancing. quite the sight! =p. my family then made a quiet escape to the Safe Music-free Outside. where most left-footed guests had escaped to.&lt;br /&gt;and today i went shopping! shall not bother blogging abt it. enough with the grandmother tales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113189012362979629?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113189012362979629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113189012362979629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113189012362979629' title='do you believe?'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113177994908124072</id><published>2005-11-12T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:19:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even the nights are better</title><content type='html'>bahhh.... hols = boring!&lt;br /&gt;last nite i stayed up till 6. =o my oh my. fine. i actually slept at lk 1230,1ish? then was awakened at 2.50ish, and yeah... i canNOT believe it! the latest i;ve ever stayed up until! lol!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i have to act as the parent-sitter. lets just put it this way - this month i discovered that males DO get paranoid. (hah, that puts them in a more humane light, well, yes?) and this thing, this male paranoia, doesnt stop after being married for well over 25 yrs. pesky. ANYWAY. BAH, humbug.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a wedding dinner to attend. my grandauntie's daughter. which would make her my errRrm. =s. grandcousin. wait. that can't be right. is it auntie? i know i'd probly call her auntie altho i nvr DO talk to her at all.. i don't know. shall not display stupidity by trying to guess. she's marrying an ang mo! apparently my granduncle (her father) mumbles curses at the ang mo every time he sees his daughter.. lol!&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking. there's only one guy i know who remembers important dates =s. (lk bdays? =p) and that's shen! lol! i mean, honestly! i remember very VERy clearly one day my mom just brought back loads of stuff (it was on sale) and she had pressies for all of us... my dad was lk "why suddenly go shopping wan?!". boyo, did my mom enjoy herself. she got up, pointed a finger (index!! its a good finger!! =p) at my dad and said "HAH! I KNEW YOU FORGOT! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" the look on my dad's face. priceless. she should've told me to get a camera.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. =( my thighs are a bit tired. =s. walking up to bsc, shopping a bit, having to comb the entire building abt 3 times, walking down, and practically jogging back up to go into rsh then almost immediately coming down... errh. you try it.&lt;br /&gt;what can i wear tonite?!&lt;br /&gt;my waist has expanded a bit... making love out of nothing at all! ohmygosh it's SO nice.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i must try to type and talk and write in proper english. no more slang-y language for me. really. =p oh and no expressions in the middle of sentences. really. =)&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for my london trip! i canNOT stand bieng the only one under 35 in the house! can die wor like this. oh wait no slang. being the only human under 35 in my house is positively harmful, toxic, and carcinogenic.&lt;br /&gt;am staying very very far away from the weighing scale. i think i shall bring a measuring tape when i go to london. just to avoid gaining the waist inches. measuring tapes shouldn't lie!&lt;br /&gt;taking cpe soon. there are exactly two of us taking it this hol. LOL! so lifeless, isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;this holiday, i will not gain waist inches. but i will gain hip and chest inches. this holiday, i will read deep and insightful books. and i will grow taller. and i will tidy the house more. and i will spend time with both family and friends. lots.&lt;br /&gt;anwyay! i said i'd tidy the house right? sighs. but i've got the wedding dinner.. =s. oh well. off i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113177994908124072?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113177994908124072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113177994908124072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113177994908124072' title='even the nights are better'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113145514073045080</id><published>2005-11-08T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:07:07.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>total eclipse of the heart</title><content type='html'>air supply... =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today we went ou!! arcade... OMG i mustve spent lk 8 bucks there?! total waste of money, so i decided to pass on bowling. no offence but one game of bowling for around rm6?! daylight robbery. fine. enjoyment robbery, future robbery, profiting out of life savings. lol! that being saif.....&lt;br /&gt;anyway! ly and i, feeling parched and slightly hungry, set off to buy drinks from orange julius!! shall i mention that fadly, he guy with his name happily showing on the cashier tillbox (?!) was a LOUSY shopkeeper guy thingy?! i mean. at first he just wasn't there! so ly and i walked about trying to find another drinks place. then suddenly ly pointed, the guy was there!!!! so we ran ran ran ran ran there. big surprise, still no guy. after a while of shrieking "HELLOOOO?!?!?!", finally fadly emerged. he was very nicely crouching on the floor, methinks trying not to layan us, and hiding. "sorry" he goes. we place our orders (one tripleberry, one strawberry banana). he presses a few keys on the comp (he takes around 20 minutes to do that) and asks for 22.05 (here ly and i dubiously handed over the money to him, that's a lot of dough for a teenie drink, isnt it?). Fadly starts making drink. mine. (he takes about what feels like 25 mins-it felt it, maybe longer-.) in the meantime ly points out that 7 + 7 = 14, and 15%-ish tax does NOT make it 22.05... the bill is scrutinised. AH! FAdly, in all his fantasic brillliance, has keyed in one tripleberry and two banana smoothies! AH. the brilliance. we harass him a bit about it. he says okay and continues making the second drink. whee. finally i stop him halfway and demand the money. he makes a joke me relaxing as he's about not to go anywhere. (altho finding him later would be quite the task, non?=p) so yeah we had to wait there AGES while he made the drinks and returned the moeny. whee.&lt;br /&gt;anyway!!! =p we had a&amp;w lunch.. (again.) except the pk and the jy (burger king) and the ew, mel, al (yoshinoyA...XD) but yeah! zulle's bag (or rather, lim something's bag?!?!!) had an issue of Men's Health. one article featuring Unforgettable Sex. undoubtedly, the page wj was most interested in. the page wj stared at with unconcealed interest. jy too. guys *snort* =P&lt;br /&gt;then... chicken little!!!! (ACE!! ABBIIIEEE!! ACEEE!!! ABBIIEEE!! *pants*) *cough* ANYWAY! i sat in a couple's seat... with ly and tara! (jealous, ppl? =p) the couple's seat is SO much nicer... damn much space comparatively!! the armrest thing inbetween can be lifted up!! we did that... and then we shared the two seater. omg, there was SO much space even tho there were 3 of us in a two-seater! plenty of space for couples to... *aHEM--NVM.*&lt;br /&gt;and after the cinema etc etc shen came..lampposted the couple.. i do Not make obscene noises... *pulls face* and girls are Not programmed to lick/suck ice cream.... just saying. =) then i had to go cari my dad and i got lost!!!! my theory that no matter which exit you use, if its on ground floor it's fine, was very, VERY wrong. it resulted in me walking the entire bottom half of ou trying to get a way out to meet my dad! my poor overused thighs. =( and OMG the amount of shops i saw on the way! so many were on sale! omgg they were calling my name but my dad was waiting and all... but! there was wh! uggh... =( and so many shop-able shops! =( =( oh well. the point is i finally got my way out! and i think i may have gained about 0.00000000001% more knowledge on how to use directories. whee! one days i'll conquer map-reading. one day!&lt;br /&gt;whee. of course the cinema was very cold. and i was positively freezing while hving my orange julius =( no body-warmer!! =( OH WELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;ugggh. i have two stupid new pieces. oh well i guess it'll be fun learning them!! =D if you cant beat it, join it? =p&lt;br /&gt;oh. "making love out of nothing at all"-air supply. the lyrics... "i know just where to touch you?!" did i hear right?!~ =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113145514073045080?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113145514073045080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113145514073045080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113145514073045080' title='total eclipse of the heart'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113137214318897062</id><published>2005-11-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:02:23.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horny granny</title><content type='html'>i have about 16 more days to finish and polish my commmonwealth essay. ahh screw it. flush. i HATE writing essays. and the bloody cpe! i so hope i do well for it.. =) i really want to do well for it.&lt;br /&gt;whoo! sign me up for the next war!!&lt;br /&gt;llalalla. i lOVE mulan's grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;shen has the loveliest collection of songs!!!!!! =D =D absolutely gorgiegorgie!!&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE disney!&lt;br /&gt;i miss dimitri. the anastascia character!!! whee!! now that was a hot animation... not john smith or shang!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (in short i didnt do anything interesting today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113137214318897062?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113137214318897062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113137214318897062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113137214318897062' title='horny granny'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113120432633934474</id><published>2005-11-05T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:25:26.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy yummy fruitcake!!</title><content type='html'>wengs latest obsession : house.&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored. hols are SO boring.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalallalalalala&lt;br /&gt;theres this crazy beatle song - "i am a walrus!" XD XD cant help rmbing the crazy guys in class calling us all walrus lobster crab prawn dll.. WheEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;homeward bound. i love my parents!! :D&lt;br /&gt;ooh nice candles from the wedding!! my parents were lk "you can give one of these candles to *bleeep*" EEERRRRRR. gayness? i mean the candles are in the shape of roses. for a guy? RIIIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;poke&gt;&lt;poke&gt; so fun...&lt;br /&gt;going to UK soon!!! wheeEEE!!! =) well FINE... in abt 18-20 days time?! but thts not the point! ooh.... what should i wear?! ooh probly will go visit my dads old school =p whee? and concord college. soudns v malaysian-adapted to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared to start reading frankenstein.... will i be scared tonite and not be able to sleep?! =s.... i hate all the disturbing books. they haunt you! and they make you think so much abt how horrible humans can be and how its all in our nature... well fine it makes ME feel lk tht.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a terrble new zit! holy crap. this is evil. thank goodness its the hols. whee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113120432633934474?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113120432633934474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113120432633934474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113120432633934474' title='yummy yummy fruitcake!!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113094527210240479</id><published>2005-11-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:27:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please leave a msg after the beep</title><content type='html'>wheee i canNOT blieve i got myself into acc tuition. i mean, its the hols.... =p sighs i spose better than idling aruond,...&lt;br /&gt;(and i do what i do best.. rant)&lt;br /&gt;you know whats irritating? when ppl start talking to you and immediately ask abt one of your frens! its like, they cant even PRETEND that theyre talking to you for more than just finding out more and more info about your friend, you know? take, for example, this.&lt;br /&gt;X:great accounts tuition&lt;br /&gt;X:huh?&lt;br /&gt;X:lol&lt;br /&gt;X:summore ask ly go&lt;br /&gt;me:errm&lt;br /&gt;me:so?&lt;br /&gt;X:hows it gonna do her any good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-i did not force ly to go, i merely asked. as a matter of fact, i wasnt that keen on it. my mom was....and why blame me man?! and b-how the hell would i know how its gonna do her any good?! it can help it may not! it depends on your pov, and, fuck, i dont really know why i even am there... and i really do not like being treated lk i'm her secretary! i mean she's my close fren, yes. i like her and i guess you could say love her(not THAT way, only as friendsXD), in a normal friend-ish, un-les-ie kinda way. but its so... well i used to be okay with it. but after the hundredth time, i got irritated. after the thousandth time, i got VERY irritated. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;its fine to listen to guys interested in your frens, it really is! when they talk about their problems its fine, when they talk a while about them, its fine.. but asking stupid questions lk "what do you think of so-and-so" and "what did so-and-so think of the lesson?".... i mean, i'm the girls close fren okay, i'm not her! and asking me stuff lk "how is it gonna do her any good?" well, maybe those guys'd like if i went on "oooh what do you think so-and-so thinks of me?"? lol, i think i'd be instantly blocked.&lt;br /&gt;fong kah ann. 14 yr old girl with a career prospect ahead of her already-as an unwilling PR. yay. and to just imagine earlier while talking to weng i was wondering about my future. lookie lookie now. whoop. i'll just be the walking ly dictionary! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night. acc at 9 tmrw = me waking up at 8 = near impossible feat. yay? *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113094527210240479?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113094527210240479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113094527210240479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113094527210240479' title='please leave a msg after the beep'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113086479357369751</id><published>2005-11-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:06:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talking for the sake of talking</title><content type='html'>*yawns* i'm sleepy bcos i'm bored... and my brain's starting to feel like it's made out entirely of cobwebs and all =s. i really dont want acc tuition tmrw, but mom says i follow la. whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;kai sheng, being kai sheng, has this fanatic obsession over making sims make out. =s. typical? =p&lt;br /&gt;darren, being darren, has this craze for the ding dong song. that i shall suppress all feeling and NOT commment on.&lt;br /&gt;it's so freaking sad. i dont wanna grow up. i dont wanna be a f4. i dont want the f4s to be f5s. i dont want the f5s to leave. this yr was great.... i made new frens! (wm! shen! darren! nickq! got to know classmates better! su lin!![that stupendously tall beruang girl whom i cant believe i only got to nkow this yr!] minde!) the actually helping out a *bit* in hse deco... learning more  chinese words and phrases! (not all of them good, mind.. yuen fang? =p) the usiking of ms tok! they even got her to change her wardrobe and add stuff in and change her hairstyle!this yr certainly was eventful for me.. all the charity drives and all. the embarrassing moments =p. the shopping for a swimsuit with my mom and auntie in FAJAR, TAIPING, OF ALL PLACES. (*innocent look as i try to not picture the sakainess i must radiate now**further innocent looks as i try not to seem insulting*) the sudden lazing in studies... and the sudden realisation that my future seems dead. XD oh well, enjoy the present while possible? =p peter pan. i envy you! partially. but i guess part of me really would hate not being able to grow up settle down have kids (no ADD ones tho, pls?! nice normal good ones!)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of peter pan, i wonder if he had reached puberty before flying off to neverland. based on the cartoon, i'd doubt it. but the movie! with jeremy sumpter! fine. nvm. i am innocent minded.&lt;br /&gt;john smith has a VERY retangular face btw... (note this esp, su lin! hee!=D) its like, |_| that. not the exact description of appealing.. and the thomas guy is SO much cuter! (not saying much weeeiii! ahahah!)&lt;br /&gt;and as i'm typing this my mom's going on abt me needing to prepare for spm, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;my neighbours have finally decided to retire to bed after an exhausting night filled with firecrackers exploding at what sounds dangerously near to my house. but then they always do play with firecrackers. once they played ridiculously late at night and woke up many many ppl and their pets.... my mom heard some lady yelling "i'll report you to the police!!!!!" lol i wonder how they got them....&lt;br /&gt;anwyay its freaking late, and i just had an un-nice experience... so.... =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113086479357369751?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113086479357369751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113086479357369751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113086479357369751' title='talking for the sake of talking'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113068150935602118</id><published>2005-10-30T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:45:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just called to say.</title><content type='html'>watch corpse bride today! it was so weird. but cool. altho way too short. and my head got whacked. thats it, the nxt movie i got to none of my frens are sitting bhind me. really. its no fun. *censor* and *censor* were holding hands! whee! so cute!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so ly's mom brought both darren and i back. so nice of her la! i mean, her hse so near ou and all.... and she was lk mini-interrogating darren. i think he did well =p XD but you can never tell with mothers..&lt;br /&gt;i've been talking to ks about hate and all lately. its lk a fire. well in my case, and i guess many other ppl's, its like a glowing ember. it builds up before bursting into flame but when its bursts, its got big flames. and no matter how much its hosed down, it's always there, just glowing, dimly and brightly. it can start with hurt feelings, and grow into hate. it just exists. maybe? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;we're contemplating a kitten. and a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="Direct Link URL: http://home.ripway.com/2005-9/434022/beeech!"&gt;&lt;font colour="white"&gt;so what if i get bitchy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113068150935602118?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113068150935602118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113068150935602118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113068150935602118' title='just called to say.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113040898841680202</id><published>2005-10-27T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:29:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the second last day of school. or something lk it.</title><content type='html'>i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to rant!&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when a person says hie to you? do you&lt;br /&gt;a) say hi back. or,&lt;br /&gt;b) pick up whatever you;re doing and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!!! nvm, i'm done ranting. as much as i will say anyhow. if you answered a you;re normal if not... well...... *grumbleyourelikemyunclegrumblewhoturnsoffthenetonpurposegrumble*&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;today was the interschool debate thingy! was okay la a bit boring. i didnt really get convinced by either side during the debate but when the audience spoke up i really did get convinced. lol!&lt;br /&gt;i;ve got a few good dvds to watch. have been stocking up on disney =) now, if only my tv cooperates...&lt;br /&gt;right. i dont have anything to do. so i shall compile a list. (jades influence hee!) a xmas wishlist! (hee? *angel face*) in no order of importance&lt;br /&gt;1. 4 inches of height. i used to wish for seven, but i've become more realistic. by 0.000001%. =). the 4 inches may come off my waist. at the same time, the inches of thighs and face and neck may go to ermm. (bisik bisik) ie a perfect figure and nice height.&lt;br /&gt;2. those dratted 7 As. i want them all. all SEVEN of them. seven seven seven.&lt;br /&gt;3. its a secret.... =) shhh!&lt;br /&gt;4. this is an unlucky number so i'm not gonna put anything here&lt;br /&gt;5. erm... nice perfume. lk dkny be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;6. a fab pai of jeans! squee!&lt;br /&gt;7. tix to the premiere of GOF in uk. or anywhere with tom felton. whee.&lt;br /&gt;8. incredible smartness (brain transplant!bags i ly's brain!)&lt;br /&gt;9. for all the ppl i lvoe to be happy and content and all =) and of course, to at least lk me too. whee.&lt;br /&gt;10. i spose it would be too much togo on abt uni and career life and all. so i'll just settle with saying harimau winning the hse cup. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my defence, it's a wish list. it doesn;t always Have to make sense =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113040898841680202?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113040898841680202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113040898841680202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113040898841680202' title='the second last day of school. or something lk it.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-113024527019576894</id><published>2005-10-25T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:01:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go go power rangers? lol!</title><content type='html'>talentine was really fun!!&lt;br /&gt;shens band was damn freaking chunted! =) GO GO POWER RANGERS?! (hee!)&lt;br /&gt;and i say ahh. during the dance category. i was sitting nxt to a bunch of guys so horny and aroused by staring at the cheras girl's chest. the poor girl must've felt so violated. and i think they were horny and excited enough to tfk right there and then =s. especially darren! OMG that guy was lk so so efffing excited he just went gaga and stared the entire time. wait, not just that. he was telling them all his observations. (apparently one girl wasnt wearing a bra. he spent the rest of their performance drooling. but panda just told me, she was wearing a bra. he saw the strap..lol) that being said, darren wasn't the only guy going horny there..... panda and wai ming were getting so so insanely horny. (fine panda not that much, but wai ming almost drooled when i said tht i thought she was a harimau swimmer...) and ly was saying kai sheng was trying to see who the girl was too. in fact, the only unhorny males (that i could see) at that point were tung shen and jy. (maybe jy was just not showing horniness cos he was lk sitting near pickles-i saw i saw!! horh!!! XD even tho i offered my seat to jy summore!! double horh! =D)&lt;br /&gt;do not order any eggy drinks in duviet or wtv the name of the vietnamese restaurant in bv is. it is tres sucky! (the best eggy drink is from some other shop in perth. forgot what restaurant! hee. had lk egg, orange, milk, dunno what. but was fab! the best drink in taiping is umbella or something lk that. freaky good!) *barfs out weird bad excuse for a nice eggy drink*&lt;br /&gt;anyway! toodlees?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-113024527019576894?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113024527019576894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/113024527019576894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113024527019576894' title='go go power rangers? lol!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112997743045566159</id><published>2005-10-22T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:37:10.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it waits for no man</title><content type='html'>='( life is short isnt it. should get stuff done straightaway rather than delay delay delay it. apparently sometimes people can tell when their time is about coming. as in right before, they wake their spouse up and say sweet stuff and sk their spouse tyo hold them and all. its sweet! but its scary. i wonder how they can tell and all. it really sounds as tho they can. i know i'm drifting off into waaaay future here but i hope when its my time, i know it soon enough to say something. more importantly and selfishly, i hope that at least five people would feel genuinely affected (negatively, i'm selfish so yeah) by my death. i hope at least five people are positively affected by my life. =) make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be financially capable of taking care of my parents. in a job with a steady income and not too long hours so i can spend time with family too.&lt;br /&gt;but that's so definitely many yrs ahead of present time. splat. i wouldnt want to fall into a ditch would i!&lt;br /&gt;with such a conclusion in mind, i resolve to give my pets their long-deserved shower tmrw. i resolve to take the morning walk with my parents tmrw. i resolve to give marc his medal tmrw. i resolve to (try!) being a nice person tmrw onwards. equally importantly, i resolve to stop wengs silly bully kahann campaign. for the sake of my hair, which might be thinning esp if weng starts this campaign.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which. some ppl tell others downright lies to make them feel uneasy (teasing sorta) and at the same time the same person tells other ppl what he/she reallly thinks of them. so it's hard to fathom whether they're treating you the latter or the former. =s. those ppl really confuse me and make me feel uneasy. lol! and then some frens will tell you white lies to make you feel better! which really, altho not true and might cause ego inflation, it can make a persons day. and some are just plain mean to a point of neccessary avoidance. wait why am i talking abt this.&lt;br /&gt;right. i better get going. shower dinner condolences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112997743045566159?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112997743045566159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112997743045566159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112997743045566159' title='it waits for no man'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112990532272227387</id><published>2005-10-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:35:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so fun!!!</title><content type='html'>the myth was reaallly, really good!! lol! even tho it was in canto. thank goodness for subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry weng! =( but the myth was really good? hee.&lt;br /&gt;arcade games were tempting. not really me but i figure one day i'll try it la. when there are no guys to make fun of me =p lol!&lt;br /&gt;we were doing the basketball game thingy..... and then this zulle goes and throws the ball so that it bounces back at us!!!! XDXDXD!!! and then dunno one of the balls we threw got stuck there. whee? btw, how is it possible to score abt 131 points within 60 seconds?! thts mad! lol.&lt;br /&gt;goal was good too!! such a nice ending. and italiannies, omg, such a nice homey restaurant!!!!! so cool ly and i shared this reaalllly creamy large portion of spaghetti... zulle didnt really want to share since she was very hungry... but her portion was lk.... BIG. XD. they bought a cake... which the very silly restaurant ppl brought with an unlit candle it was lk ERRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMM..... suasana a bit sopilt?! only a bit. but the cake was fab. choc cake *meleleh*&lt;br /&gt;cinemas are cold. very. esp during goal. nvr wear skirts during cinema outings.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wore boots today. felt extremely trashy, wanted to switch shoes with someone but zulle was wearing her red shoes so i couldnt really switch with her =s... but the boots were comfy. just theyre not me. me is sneakers and jeans. not skirts and boots. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;apparently min de saw me and said i was short. ='( talk about tactless! evil person. sigh. (its the truth, but i maintain that i am five feet. rounded up of course. =p)&lt;br /&gt;weng is scolding me laa.... why so bad! pft!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah was at ou since lk errm 12.30ish to 9.30. around nine hours! not bad eh, i dont feel tired. =)&lt;br /&gt;my silly lucky sister is going to watch backstreet boys concert! ARRRGH stupid horribly lucky girl! nvm i;d rather today than bsb concert. whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112990532272227387?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112990532272227387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112990532272227387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990532272227387' title='so fun!!!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112980252150023733</id><published>2005-10-20T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:02:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own</title><content type='html'>i'm bored boreder boredest.&lt;br /&gt;today monopoly. whoever saw ks and ly play (together, mind) would've thought they were married. and ks going "WE'll buy another house (blabla)" sounded so... LOL he didt emphasize it but it was lk, we. whoa!!! XD ks in charge of the aggresiveness and ly just held all his money, going on abt whether it was going too fast etc. XD&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch les miserables. =p it has nice songs i think!&lt;br /&gt;quiz harimau got third! so cool lollLL.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how to get thinner thighs. i mean, dieting doesnt specify thighs now does it. and it might make dieters end up wit no chest.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chests, today i touched darren's 'chest'. (actually his medal stuffed into his shirt pocket and called chest. it dsnt work btw, it;s not hemispherical. if theres sucha  owrd.)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;frying eggs make me sleepy =s. weirdness!&lt;br /&gt;okay. quiz today. harimau got thrid?! =p sudoku today. al is damn chun LOL!!! came in with the grid and the math paper and all and the rest of us were lk blurblur.... =p&lt;br /&gt;the prefects today were SO freaking dodgy. lol!&lt;br /&gt;okay. i MUST do something useful today. i can feel the holidays pounds seeping onto my thighs as i type. owie owie yeowie! lalalala. bye bye f3 ='( its so sad. i dont wanna leave this yr!! its the best! i dont want anyone to leave school i dont want our class to split up and separate around the bigbig world.&lt;br /&gt;sighs!! mes bored. me will tidy up old books. really me will.&lt;br /&gt;eeewwww!!!!!! my hands smell of mushrooom now!! bloody egg frying.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda odd. lol.&lt;br /&gt;okay! tidying up i will do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112980252150023733?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112980252150023733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112980252150023733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112980252150023733' title='on my own'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112954681607927399</id><published>2005-10-17T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:00:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lurvellie.</title><content type='html'>bored bored bored school boring home boring yawn yawn lame stupid school with mad drawing competition ideas i threw away mine oh well screw it lalalLAlalalLLALALA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote in ly's book today!! (ps khu, front page?!!gosh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren used a groin pad today. did i mention tht stuff lk that should NOT be placed on the canteen table?! gross?! and it was really big. i think he may have bought oversized, but then i wouldn't know, would i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to borrow nancy drew, zulle. need as in need-or-will-die-of-nth-to-do-since-dads-hogging-the-tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy a bk from times. looked so interesting. go on sale times, hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clavin and hobbes! yummie. isnt calvin so funny? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wth i'm gna watch my stupid chinese serial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112954681607927399?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112954681607927399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112954681607927399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112954681607927399' title='lurvellie.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112942851074165629</id><published>2005-10-16T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T10:08:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm awake. this is so wrong!</title><content type='html'>whats torture? being forced awake by a hyper enthu mom at 7.30 on a sunday. SUNDAY. the day i wake up at quarter to 12! ugggh. parents are INSANE. and then being forced to go for a walk w the parents! and having it rain halfway! getting cold thighs! walking so much. ruining my shoes! ruining my jeans!&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will shower and go back to sleep. please wake me up at quarter to 12.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i saw ben's mom!! (benjamin, marc, nic) hmmhmmm..........!! poor benjamin tho i really miss seeing him! and then they started talking abt shakeela... sigh. i realise, my cousin first came to ssc in 1990! ever since then there's always been one of us there =p all the suckers in harimau!! XD but yeah, i'm the last of the fong clan here, unless you count nic fong (who's not really that that related to us =s). awww we're all growing up! crap i'm lk the second youngest in the fong clan. it's so weird....... =s=s=s nic is already lk in std 1?! last i rmb of him was a teeny tiny boy who was well, teenie tinie.&lt;br /&gt;and well, except marc (who left) every single fong has been a harimau captain. scarily enough, hse captain. i feel... what's that called? pressure? ah well, i'll make fong history then. "First Fong Attending Cempaka And Listening To Datin Talk Muchness To Not Become Harimau House Captain". wheee. the award goes to..... me. yay. proudness?!&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner tonite at marco polo. i go to all these weddings even tho i dont know these ppl! am i related to them?! i must be, but why don't i know them... =s nvm i get a chance to dress up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112942851074165629?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112942851074165629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112942851074165629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112942851074165629' title='i&apos;m awake. this is so wrong!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112939712590829856</id><published>2005-10-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:33:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmhmmm-i was tagged! *gasp*</title><content type='html'>welll..... since su lin DID mention my name twice... *touchedXD**mockbow* XDXDXD (nothing to do with the fact that i'm terribly bored, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;1. meet my soul mate (yes, i do believe in tht kinda stuff...) and get together w that person&lt;br /&gt;2. erm........ it. XD (with tht special person, why not?!)&lt;br /&gt;3. always be there for my family. make my family proud. at least then my parents'd rmb my name properly!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. be a nice person (*cough*) and have tons of friends and love and be loved... mhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;5. i dunno........ visit the lake isle of innisfreee? (ahahHAHHAHahahahHA) naw... nigeria falls.&lt;br /&gt;6. get a stamp on my passport for each country i visit. its honestly very rewarding. so far i;ve only got london and perth. and finish my travel list. including caravanning abt mat salleh-ish countryside, if i have time.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;cungkilkan a talent. (isnt 'cungkil' such a toothpicky word...)&lt;/strike&gt; (i have a long list!) get a good well-paying un-crookish career that i love. even if i die young, i want some of my parents pension fund to come from my income...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you can do&lt;br /&gt;1. be incredibly unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;2. hrm.... get an incredibly alarming case of stage fright and end up forgetting my ENTIRE song. (owie)&lt;br /&gt;3. get so absorbed in a book... its goood.&lt;br /&gt;4. erm..... i could go near fiery the wild stray cat who adopted us and let no human but me near it?! and i can cuddle gaffy! and i can get her to knead on my thighs! most cats wouldnt really??i think?&lt;br /&gt;5. do things i know i'll regret. which of course, i do.&lt;br /&gt;6. sleep thru the loudest noisiest thunderstorm... whee?&lt;br /&gt;7. punch hard in my sleep. that is, if you try waking me up when i'm tired. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven celebrity crushes&lt;br /&gt;OOOH (my fav XD!) tom felton!! (omg, hot!!!) jeremy sumpter (i'd go to neverland... =p) jesse mccartney, matt ballinger, corey sevier (seen his muscles? drool-land?!) will smith, matt damon.... AWWW there's not enough space for the rest!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven often-repeated words&lt;br /&gt;1. urm&lt;br /&gt;2. ohmygosh (or any other way of saying it)&lt;br /&gt;3. ugggh&lt;br /&gt;4. hahah!! (XD)&lt;br /&gt;5. oh well&lt;br /&gt;6. sighs&lt;br /&gt;7. i mean (su lin does too, its a common phrase i spose?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven physical traits you look for in the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;1. hot! duh! =D oh wait! errrm........ muscular. not too much but just right. not flabby (angel me)&lt;br /&gt;2. masculine. i mean, i wouldnt want to look more male than a male!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. nice hands...&lt;br /&gt;4. ....a nicer back&lt;br /&gt;5. cute smile =p&lt;br /&gt;6. oh and a nice bum. (innocent little me still...)&lt;br /&gt;7. older than me! (paedophilia-so not fun. i;d have to go for guys who are what, 12?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven tags go to&lt;br /&gt;su lin tagged them all!! nvm shall send tags to the non-blogging community! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;1. zulle zulle zulle&lt;br /&gt;2. ly ly ly ly ly ly ly&lt;br /&gt;3. shen shen shen shen shen&lt;br /&gt;4. errrrm. oh wait!! (very inactive blogger) al al al al al al al &lt;br /&gt;5. (stuck in wilderness) jadeeEEEYYYYY!!~~!!~&lt;br /&gt;6. ohh (blogger right? forgot) darreeeennnnNNNN khuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;7. po leen. tho she nvr reads this. tho noone here reads this :S except khu. sad. oh WELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by&lt;br /&gt;1. kah ann (everyone calls me tht!)&lt;br /&gt;2. ann (family's fine, but i dont lk uncle albert calling me tht... =s)&lt;br /&gt;3. aggy pea (cough. not willingly hey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you've had&lt;br /&gt;1. (ermmmm!!) ugggh (i think?!)&lt;br /&gt;2. (omg, lk i;d rmb!!) oooh!! 'daisy'!!! rmb s club jrs?!?!? the video automatic high!! ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;3. (blank!!) felttip?!?! =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself&lt;br /&gt;1. oh.&lt;br /&gt;2. my.&lt;br /&gt;3. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you don't like about yourself&lt;br /&gt;1. figure (and fingers/toes....)&lt;br /&gt;2. height&lt;br /&gt;3. face and hair! (so what if thats two?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage&lt;br /&gt;1. cantonese ppl (so called apparently-my mom says my dads faking it tho... urm?!)&lt;br /&gt;2. teochew ppl (my moms so proud of their weird ohnee which tastes surprisingly good)&lt;br /&gt;3. well. looking at both my parents, madness. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you&lt;br /&gt;1. (erm.... lets not say anything abt my more thought abt fears shall we.... heehee!)&lt;br /&gt;   being one fo those ppl i can't stand and having ppl hate me&lt;br /&gt;2. failing in my life&lt;br /&gt;3. not getting straight As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three drinks (alcoholic or non)&lt;br /&gt;1. shandy!! (XD)&lt;br /&gt;2. sun up mango!! yummieee&lt;br /&gt;3. rootbeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials&lt;br /&gt;1. toilet roll. mmhmm..&lt;br /&gt;2. ermm....... family/frens!&lt;br /&gt;3. full use of all my limbs and brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;1. ermmm my dads company's shirt? our family unofficial 'uniform' cos its so comfy.&lt;br /&gt;2. my sisters prefects skirt, the old one. its comfy!&lt;br /&gt;3. ermmm... glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite movies&lt;br /&gt;1. thumbelina!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. grease!! yummy soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;3. sixteen candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie&lt;br /&gt;1. i dont lie. hmmhmm..&lt;br /&gt;2. i succumb to newsie fanfic now and then.&lt;br /&gt;3. my tv requires whacking to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you&lt;br /&gt;1. i dont care. i'm going into psychological. whee!! smart (enouhg)!&lt;br /&gt;2. good humour&lt;br /&gt;3. must realllly really lvoe me even with all my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you are considering, or have considered&lt;br /&gt;1. nothing to do with needles/blood/gore/mutation/deformities/public/critics/publisity.&lt;br /&gt;2. accountant, maybe? starting a chain supermarket lk sainsbury's, make it rule, and selling it off?&lt;br /&gt;3. making headlines by flying off to nvrland. mmhmm. i'm too young for a proper career choice. shuttup! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are stereotypically a guy (no, i'm a girl. watch it!)&lt;br /&gt;1. i can PMS!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;2. i freak out when i get pimples or gain weight/incheswaist-wise&lt;br /&gt;3. i like guys. (XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you would like to see take this quiz now&lt;br /&gt;1. weng!!! (i can just imagine him go--- errrrrrr..........)&lt;br /&gt;2. zulle! (cos she nvr visits =( )&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;italic&gt;someoneverycute&lt;/italic&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;. hsi yi. cant wait to see him put this sadistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit!! gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112939712590829856?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112939712590829856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112939712590829856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112939712590829856' title='hmmhmmm-i was tagged! *gasp*'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112936949371012762</id><published>2005-10-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:44:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grilled vege foldover =s</title><content type='html'>hmm... noones online and not away!&lt;br /&gt;iceblox is nice! so what if i played it in lk lower primary. so what if pixel pete keeps dying thx to me! pah! =)&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm in a happy mood. whee.&lt;br /&gt;sorry pixel pete. stuipid red eyeball levae my penguin alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahaha. laughing is good for the soul. i decree it so.&lt;br /&gt;its so near yr end! ='( i dont wanna leave f3 2005..... its the best year!&lt;br /&gt;is there more to life than partying? i came across this q a few days back... sorta anyway. theres family? =p theres studies XD theres sports and theres activities. so childish thinking i spose. but still!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've got a lovely of coconuts&lt;br /&gt;beeddeedeedumm here there areeE stadning in a row....&lt;br /&gt;big ones smalll ones some as big as ur head!&lt;br /&gt;EhhHHH!! is there choir on wed? i hvnt sang for ageees i miss choir!!! &lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112936949371012762?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112936949371012762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112936949371012762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112936949371012762' title='grilled vege foldover =s'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112919400572599923</id><published>2005-10-13T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:06:23.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flap.flap.flap.</title><content type='html'>was actually tidying up my bks... but then its so depressing... i cant seem to imagine living wout all these bks! and then i realised, holy crap, nxt yre is f4 edi. i want a time capsule. hide there. nvr come out. it'll always be 2005 and f3. =p thatd be nice. i think.&lt;br /&gt;and i found an SRP book. nvr knew i had it. shall keep it for fun. probly my cousin's.&lt;br /&gt;i cant throw away any of my bks!! :(&lt;br /&gt;throwing away books is meant to be easy. books are NOT sentimental property. at least not meant to be. and its not meant to remind me that one day i'll have to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;friends both close and not can be irritating at times. but i guess its important to tolerate it and all, cos friends are best kept, not lost?&lt;br /&gt;today someone not-so-close insulted a not-THat-close-but-close friend. i couldve slapped that person for being so tactless and mean! ish! i mean! how dare.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the idea of growing up. it relates to parting into different paths and scattering about the globe. which makes me think that people do pop in and out of your life. everyone does, except family i guess. and so, i want to be someone who leaves an impression (a good one too, mind,) on the loves i'll be 'popping' in and out of. i dont mean preaching. sadly i doubt i'm nice enough to do that. oh well. screw it.&lt;br /&gt;right. the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112919400572599923?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112919400572599923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112919400572599923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112919400572599923' title='flap.flap.flap.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112912164590929401</id><published>2005-10-12T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:54:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody horror</title><content type='html'>kill biilll is a terrible show. and kill bill 2! i mean, the blood?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hid behind the couch. in my defence, the blood gushing everywhere was overwhelming!!! and lucky for me i had al XD. and the guys were LAUGHING during every bloody scene!! wth!! and then, every panting breath (dying suonds) the guys would be lk.... what a weird orgasm. uhHUH.&lt;br /&gt;i missed the end. but weng told me. bill is such a paedaphile. HAH he died! HAH! yeah man!!! whee!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my the lunch hy's parents prepared for us! wow. wow. wow. wow. wow. 12 of us. 4 pizzas, 2 (gargantuan, hah i use the word more than that one eyed freaky woman) plates of chicken wings and nuggets, two (gigantic) plates of jelly, two (or was it one... very big) plate/s of carrot cake. oh and fruits too. very, very, shocking amount of food that filled the entire table. and how many bottles of coke?!?! 5?6?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;eurotrip was um..... well i turned around most of the time. ignoring the fact it was I who brought the dvd, i hadnt even watched before a third of what i saw today... cos i'm innocent!! loll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112912164590929401?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112912164590929401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112912164590929401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112912164590929401' title='bloody horror'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112903951487567789</id><published>2005-10-11T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:05:14.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky me</title><content type='html'>die crow, die. dont take it too impersonally. my hating you is not on behalf of all humans. maybe some like you relieving your bowels on them, however, i hope you get shot the next crow-shooting they have. whee. that felt good.&lt;br /&gt;but what i dont get is my parents thinking i actually will go shopping with essence a la crow excrement on my shirt/hair. =s. nvm. i've washed my hair about 10 times with shampoo. just hope it dsnt fall off now. sighs./&lt;br /&gt;anyway!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;after lunch i so did not know what to do with myself! so i washed and scrubbed my balcony. cleaned the terapin home. wanted to clean the moss off his shell but he tried to bite me!!! bloody hell. sighs. fine. he can have his unfashionably mossy shell if he likes.  bad-tempered old mossy terrapin. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112903951487567789?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112903951487567789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112903951487567789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112903951487567789' title='lucky me'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112895173492179982</id><published>2005-10-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:42:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuin fang (?!?!?!)</title><content type='html'>i learnt a new word today! its chinese! i'm 0.000000000000000000001% less banana than i was! yeah! honestly, how do ppl learn chinese anyway? mystery.&lt;br /&gt;wj has officially likened me to a wonder of the world. i am a................ pyramid. bow to me, worship me, admire my wonderful pyramid-ish structure. mmhmm!&lt;br /&gt;one day away..............................&lt;br /&gt;i realised my parents love me a lot. i feel lk a minyak yang penuh yang ditatang?!?!?! wtv!?!?! its not a nice feeling. its rattish.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sporean song. =( why you so like that ahhhh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112895173492179982?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112895173492179982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112895173492179982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112895173492179982' title='yuin fang (?!?!?!)'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112885582145528708</id><published>2005-10-09T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:03:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evil plot.</title><content type='html'>today i overheard my parents. they had this evil plan to fatten me up in hope i'll grow taller. why do i feel sceptical. i shall resist the temptation of buffets. std 6 gain still engraved in memory. yipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groan. whineeeeeeeeeeeee i feel baddddddddddd.... like a big rat. dont lk the feeling. go away.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. lalala. i'm shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody exams! go away. exams go away come never aga-ain.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are soo many movie coming up! cant wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;just how many more freaking days. 3?! ticktock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to arrange an outing w sze wen and yi tang. maybe can get tai yang too. whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112885582145528708?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112885582145528708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112885582145528708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112885582145528708' title='the evil plot.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112875831052453322</id><published>2005-10-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T15:58:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winged</title><content type='html'>yesterday was evanas bday!! still hvnt wrapped her pressie. hm. nvm, at least i have half of it edi. the other half i have to buy after pmr.&lt;br /&gt;time really does fly dsnt it. i can rmb the day i found out abt ks' big crush. that was lk, almost two yrs ago.(i was the first to squeeze it out of him! HAH! XD) i rmb starting this yr and getting all hyper and all... i rmb last yr! hehhe. i miss having jade in class! and jas in our class! all the laughter's subsided-ish now. somehow i miss chloe too, tho i barely knew her? sighs. i miss eating in class! bio lab, lol. no more chance.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna miss all the ppl leaving this yr. sniffs. lets kidnap them. ransom not money, a signed contract saying they'd be sent back to ssc. heehee&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the first time we came bck to school and the canteen felt so definitely wrong and weird and different and not-nice, lk a kfc-in-the-zoo-negara-type restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;i rmb my first ever airplane flight! it was after upsr! i was so happy and excited until i got into the plane and sat down and then both ming and i freaked out, and she started praying i think... how helpful. i rmb being terrified crapless of shen jin! and thinking jy was darren and jay son was jy and darren didnt exist... (runs away from some ppl, shall not mention names hohoho) lalallaa&lt;br /&gt;i rmb being so freakishly thrilled when i got the 5As for upsr. i hope i'll feel the same come pmr spm alevels olevels uni work fine i'm going too far.&lt;br /&gt;weird isnt it. that was so long ago yet so recent. hee. it is.&lt;br /&gt;and over time ppl have come and gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112875831052453322?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112875831052453322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112875831052453322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112875831052453322' title='winged'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112869196391082010</id><published>2005-10-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:32:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i refuse to be fined!</title><content type='html'>bahbahbah&lt;br /&gt;if i dont get 7As, ARRRGGG. bm1 i think i mustve gotten lk 20 wrongs? CHOI knock wood.&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i screwed my bm 1 at least. and my eng 1.&lt;br /&gt;i just got reminded abt the bloody cos q in math. i mean i thought it wouldnt come out so i didnt bother butbutbut! arrggggggggggh.&lt;br /&gt;if i get a B for english!!!!!!!! where to hide?!?!&lt;br /&gt;sighs. so scared. i want to sleep. i nvr want my results. sniff.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. oc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112869196391082010?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112869196391082010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112869196391082010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112869196391082010' title='i refuse to be fined!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112859181191767026</id><published>2005-10-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:43:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalallaala the computer called me. i was too nice to ignore.</title><content type='html'>dont you hate it when ppl are upset with others and end up lecturing you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;bah. humbug!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;two more papers to freedom!&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALLALALALAALA&lt;br /&gt;i love my cat!! gaffy walked today. i mean, while i was breakfasting she put two hands on a box and walked. with only her legs. so cute!!!!!!! =) cats are gorgiest!&lt;br /&gt;so darling, darling staaaaand!! by meeee!!! darn. i blame ms lim su lin. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;meowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeow.&lt;br /&gt;i love the teapot song!&lt;br /&gt;i have officially invited myself over to hys hse. or rather, pressured him into adding my name into the *guest list*. hohoho. whee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i love reading stupid articles.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;italic&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men: This Sport Can Leave You Impotent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of cycling. Traditional bike saddles--the kind that that have a pointed nose and a narrow end--definitely play a role in sexual impotence, The New York Times reports of a new study from Boston University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This food can damage men's fertility. Click to find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some saddles are more damaging than others, but even ergonomic seats that are supposed to protect men's sexual organs can be harmful. The Journal of Sexual Medicine has published three articles that summarize about a dozen studies, leading Dr. Steven Schrader, a reproductive health expert who studies cycling at the National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health, to write in an accompanying editorial that claims it's no longer a question of "whether or not bicycle riding on a saddle causes erectile dysfunction." It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men wear boxers? How many prefer their tighty-whities? When it comes to men, what's normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boston University researchers, along with a team of doctors in Italy, found that the more a man rides his bike, the greater is his risk for impotence. Schrader is quick to note that men shouldn't stop cycling altogether, and those who ride rarely or for just a short time shouldn't worry at all. But if you spend many hours a week on your bicycle, you should be concerned. About 5 percent of men who are avid bike riders suffer severe to moderate erectile dysfunction, but doctors think the numbers are much higher since many are too embarrassed to discuss it or fail to associate the problem with their bike riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to win at competitive sports, wearing one color in particular could give you the edge. Click to find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a cycling man to do? Marc Sani, publisher of Bicycle Retailer and Industry News, advises men to go to a bike store and get fitted properly on the bike. Also, body weight seems to be an important factor. Heavier men, who exert more pressure on the bike saddle, are more likely to become impotent from cycling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/italic&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little teapot! short and stout (?!?!), here is my handle*armgesture* here is my spout*otherarm* when i get all steamed up, hear me shout, TIP ME OVER, AND POUR ME OUT! whEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112859181191767026?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112859181191767026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112859181191767026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112859181191767026' title='lalallaala the computer called me. i was too nice to ignore.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112749532688553660</id><published>2005-09-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:08:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten things i hate</title><content type='html'>a) haircuts. esp when you emerge with hair shorter than your hairdresser. honestly, maybe think my mom should tip him more.&lt;br /&gt;b) red ants. esp those nasty enough to jump on the head of unsuspecting ppl below the tree and attack. owie.&lt;br /&gt;c) pmr. bllody gov. trying to kill us early. and bloody bm.&lt;br /&gt;d) sej too. and kh. and geo.&lt;br /&gt;(nb:i DID promise to not use the net till pmr overness, but ummm resolutions made for no purpose, right?! sorry darren?! hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;e) my big mouth and klutziness and self obsession&lt;br /&gt;f) that bar of black forest in my fridge. i can hear iit from here. its calling me... "annnnnnn, come get a piece of me.... yummiee....." oh my GOD i just rmbed i have a bag of junk food too. shit!&lt;br /&gt;g) odd skin and metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;h) hmhmmmm!!!! ruffled hair! esp if its ruffled with guava and spaghetti sauce and all that... ew.&lt;br /&gt;i) umumumumum. yet to come??! loll. results? pretty and hot and perfect girls? cos i'll cant compete with them?? hahahah. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its deloveeerrliee!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112749532688553660?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112749532688553660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112749532688553660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112749532688553660' title='ten things i hate'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112712551797297729</id><published>2005-09-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:26:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond the sea</title><content type='html'>sandra dee is/was gorgeous man. but amy adams is even prettier!!! *envy*. i would want plastic surgery except who wants to look lk a bad carbon copy?! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;lalallaal.&lt;br /&gt;love bobby darin's songs!! must-hear.&lt;br /&gt;raining days can be bad.&lt;br /&gt;should go study. i hope. aiiiihhhhhhhhhhhh i hate it. its so near and how the heck am i going to get 7As?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?! oly shit.&lt;br /&gt;PRAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;prayy&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i'm not famous but today i had *gasp* paparazzi! (note, i will rmb this, just YOU wait! hoik.=p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112712551797297729?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112712551797297729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112712551797297729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112712551797297729' title='beyond the sea'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112695746287230307</id><published>2005-09-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:44:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying vs pointless-article reading... hm!</title><content type='html'>Article1.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us love math. Many of us just hate it. According to an AP-AOL News poll of 1,000 adults, almost four in 10 of those surveyed said they hated math in school. That's twice as many as felt that strongly about any other school subject, reports The Associated Press. &lt;br /&gt;But not everyone hates math. About 25 percent of those surveyed said it was their favorite subject, which is about the same number who chose English and history. Slightly less chose science. Of course, math is one of those subjects that appeals to people who like clear cut answers. One plus one is two. Those who find such a black and white process overwhelming, prefer subjects that have a bit of gray and allow for interpretation and debate.&lt;br /&gt;What's alarming about 40 percent of us hating math? It complicates efforts in U.S. schools to catch up with those math whizzes in Asia and Europe, notes AP. Math and science are critical to research, innovation and economic competitiveness, making it vital that students have a solid grounding in all subjects so they can become well-rounded citizens and skilled workers. How do we get kids interested in math? Fifth-grade math teacher Dianne Peterson of Merritt Island, Fla., told AP the key is to make it fun and capture their imagination at a young age. "I do a lot with music with them," Peterson told AP about how she teaches the multiplication tables. "I've got some CDs that go over the facts. Some of it is rap and some of it is jazzy songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article2.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results of the Leger Marketing-Canadian Press survey of 1,052 adults that was conducted in January. Participants were asked to choose the three attributes they most valued in a potential mate, so the numbers add up to more than 100 percent.&lt;br /&gt;What women want most in a man:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Faithful partner: 54 percent&lt;br /&gt;   2. Respect the other person's independence: 40 percent&lt;br /&gt;   3. Ability to listen: 35 percent&lt;br /&gt;   4. Physical attraction: 13 percent&lt;br /&gt;   5. Being good in bed: 6 percent&lt;br /&gt;What men want most in a woman:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Faithful partner: 47 percent&lt;br /&gt;   2. Respect the other person's independence: 36 percent&lt;br /&gt;   3. Intelligence: 35 percent&lt;br /&gt;   4. Physical attraction: 26 percent&lt;br /&gt;   5. Being good in bed: 13 percent&lt;br /&gt;The best place to meet that special someone:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Introduced by friends: 40 percent&lt;br /&gt;   2. Chance or luck: 17 percent&lt;br /&gt;   3. Introduced by family: 11 percent&lt;br /&gt;   4. Sports or social clubs: 7 percent&lt;br /&gt;   5. Work: 3 percent&lt;br /&gt;   6. Bars: 2 percent&lt;br /&gt;   7. Internet: 1 percent&lt;br /&gt;   8. Newspaper classifieds: 1 percent&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that should gladden every heart: Fully 90 percent of those polled believe it is possible to be happy with the same person for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;article3(notsouselessla!. thoidontthinkitsasinterestinghm.)&lt;br /&gt;With great tragedy often comes great heroism. And in this sense, Hurricane Katrina is no exception. While heroes come in all shapes and sizes, many children seem to be rising to this occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's the poignant image of a 6-year-old boy holding a 5-month-old and leading a group of five toddlers to safety in downtown New Orleans or the lemonade stands run by children popping up on street corners and country roads across the U.S to raise money to help hurricane survivors, growing numbers of children seem to be pitching in however they can.&lt;br /&gt;But what effects will this tragedy have on the mental health of those children who have been most affected?&lt;br /&gt;"Most people when faced with trauma feel that if there is something they can do to feel more constructive, they will do it," and children are no exception, says Stuart Goldman, MD, a child psychiatrist at Children's Hospital in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;"The majority of children faced with trauma do try to rally, but many can't rally that much," he says. "The images of young kids taking care of younger children are probably the marked exception, not the rule."&lt;br /&gt;For kids who do pitch in, "there will be no change long term if they can go back to the way they were before the tragedy," he explains. "Resilient kids are surrounded by supportive adults that guide them and they feel as though they have the capacity to make a difference in their life." For example, the 8-year-old who is helpful to younger children has a positive resiliency factor.&lt;br /&gt;"If you cope well that probably sets you up for being in a better position later," agrees Gail Saltz, MD, a psychoanalyst at the New York Psychoanalytic Institute in New York and the author of Becoming Real: Defeating the Stories We Tell Ourselves That Hold Us Back.&lt;br /&gt;"A child who is able to do something that helped will be in a better place down the road because they were able to exert control and not be a victim," she says, adding that such behaviors take away helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;Kids who didn't lose a parent or their home will get back on track as the school year starts and things return to some semblance of normalcy, Goldman says. However, "kids know being sheltered in the Houston Astrodome who will be there for the next three months and whose families have lost everything and will have to relocate are at the greatest risk for 'nonresilience,'" or the inability to bounce back from tragedy or adversity.&lt;br /&gt;"Poverty and disadvantage are all risk factors for nonresilience," he says, "and that is the population that took it on the chin with Katrina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article4.&lt;br /&gt;Men in love are men in lust. Women were right all along! Men really do have only one thing on their minds: sex.&lt;br /&gt;When a couple falls in love, no doubt they each think the other feels the exact same way. Science tells us they don't. Using a functional MRI scanner, researchers from Rutgers University in New Jersey analyzed the brain activity of 17 young men and women who claimed to be madly in love. They determined the following, reports Science Daily:&lt;br /&gt;A woman in love&lt;br /&gt;* is an emotional woman, who isn't particularly focused on sex. The memory regions of the brain are the most active, driven by the attention lavished on her by her new boyfriend.A man in love is a man in lust. His brain shows extra activity in the visual areas that mediate sexual arousal.&lt;br /&gt;The early stages of a romantic relationship are a lot like eating chocolate--at least as far as our brains are concerned. The dopamine-drenched brain is very focused on planning and the pursuit of a pleasurable reward. The same regions become active when we fall in love as when we enjoy the pleasure of eating chocolate, says lead researcher Helen Fisher. More ominously, the brain in love also shows patterns that resemble aspects of obsessive compulsive disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be occcupying my time doing stupid stuff. *BFcomingup!!hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhAHAh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think i have a bad effect on muffy and nelson. generally they HATE the choc drops for dogs. but today i gave them some and they practically vacuumed the choc drops down!! was very very shocking. oh well. at least their choc is harmful to them. in fact, the dog chocolate drops smell very, very, good. hm. doubt its a good sign. whoopsiedoodles!&lt;br /&gt;gaffys claws hurt. booboo.&lt;br /&gt;jade came bck yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112695746287230307?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112695746287230307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112695746287230307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112695746287230307' title='studying vs pointless-article reading... hm!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112687879906361700</id><published>2005-09-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:59:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh noo.</title><content type='html'>i have a cylic quadilateral on my face. i'm gna die for pmr bm. and sej. and my kh marks have been plummeting. geo drilling i;ve been asking ly for ALL the answers. eng i think i will selfexterminate if i dont get an A and now i'm scared i might not. sc i'm afraid i blank. math. ohh shit what if i make 100000000 careless mistakes? how would i face the class. hm.&lt;br /&gt;over the past 3 days i've bought 4 bars of chocolate from the supermarket. today i polished off 2-3 rows of cadbury, black forest. its good. will finish tmrw. also will finish kinder bueno tmrw. and start on kitkat. and will attempt to finish milo nuggets =s. kilos, they see me.&lt;br /&gt;pmr is bad.&lt;br /&gt;is sweat sposed to be cold? =s. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i hate time. i hate violent ppl. i hate overhypersensitive ppl. i hate hating them. i dont wanna grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112687879906361700?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112687879906361700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112687879906361700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112687879906361700' title='oh noo.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112678935428219322</id><published>2005-09-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:02:34.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crack alert!</title><content type='html'>ly is a maniac. mmhmm! =) [*prays that ly fans dont assasinate me before my chinese show is over*] what other kind of normal person&lt;br /&gt;a)writes "GLOOP. FLOOP. DLOOP. CLOOP. MLOOP. SLOOP." all over the-person-shes-sitting-nxt-to's bm book?&lt;br /&gt;b)says:"take a chill pill!"&lt;br /&gt;c)advertises: "stress less!" (yes, it WAS an original ly creation)XD&lt;br /&gt;d)and the latest..... Be Berani. the slogan that has been terrorising very many many of my books recently.&lt;br /&gt;yawny yawny yawn yawn yawny! mooncake festival is on the 18th i think! lanterns! yay! so what if i have yet to acheive mental maturity. enjoy childhood, right?&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;e)right? RIGHT! (jade and ly. god i miss jade! shes coming bck soon too, but bloody pmr looming near. buuuuu)&lt;br /&gt;yestterday i almost walked into the wrong class. until i realised i had no idea who the ppl were, and i couldve sworn i knew the faces of everyone in class. lucky for me. it was 4sc3. hm.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i AM a kepo and i DO enjoy kepoing ppls wallets. =p heehee! i guess i should let ppl kepo mine too then. ie remove stupid smartcard with horrible pic. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;poor ainessa they were bullying her today! but her pic was cute! baby cute.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese show!!!!! *gasp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112678935428219322?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112678935428219322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112678935428219322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112678935428219322' title='crack alert!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112661777865676961</id><published>2005-09-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:22:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meanie!</title><content type='html'>van, chii fen and *most* of the girls in 3cemp are evil meanies!!! hmph!!! i was so so so scared tht pn azizan really was mad at us all and wouldnt let us in!!! and then she walks by us and comments. (me kinda blur and freaked out- didnt realise it was geo, doesnt get it until zulle starts laughing) PFT!!!! hmph. ahahah. tho i bet they found it funny. it was notnotnototnotnotnotnotntonot!!! hehehehe boohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;tmrwtmrwtmrw. i feel lk the song. the hyper one twoooo-MOURRRRRR-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!! i love youuuu tooomooorrrrouuwwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;20 more days.20 more days.20 more days.20 more days.20 more days.20 more days.20 more days. i'm trying to scare myself into a little bit of studying but i seem immune. marks are terrible la!!!!! pkaye was slightly upset with her marks, but i got lower.... =( bhoohoooohooo. nvm i will think happyhappythoughts. lk the many kitkat bars waiting for me in cold storage. although having 3 bars in less than 3 days has resulted in 3 nightmares on my face, and i have discovered that if you join the dots, you get a right-angle triangle across my face! bloody hell! hahaha. happy thoughts. nice mantra? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i actually enjoy scribbling on water-bottle-thingys. its fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;i prefer scribbling on ly's paper.&lt;br /&gt;ly and i were talking abt our marriage ceremony thingys. she says - "you must come to my wedding(s)" hahahaHAHAHHA. weddingS? hmmmm... *raise eyebrow(s)* *nudge several (2 actually) ppl* of course, she erased it so my proof slash evidence is gonee! =(&lt;br /&gt;lullabye!!! desperate hsewives tonite!! i wouldnt mind being bree at all XD. but actually have a good husband and family of course. stupid andrew van de kamp character. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;come into my tuuummmmeeee oh so verriieee yuuummmummmiee&lt;br /&gt;oooh!!! my stupid chinese addictive show! i'm missing it! chinese soapish shows are a little bit lk drugs in that sense....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112661777865676961?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112661777865676961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112661777865676961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112661777865676961' title='meanie!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112651516068270812</id><published>2005-09-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:52:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yakyakyak</title><content type='html'>datin talked for an hour. more i think. one freaking hour. on her opinions. dearie me. it was boring. and sitting nxt to weng means having to watch his hands travel to wjs knees... then go up up up until wj cant take it no more... hahahahha it was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;driving abt taiping with dad is very over-informative. as he tells us where they used to go to get ummm... prostitutes. it was lk *cover ear* i'm innocent. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;zzzZZZZ so sleepy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;datin is a very opiniated woman. pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wikipedia. hohoho)&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited love is love that is not reciprocated, even though reciprocation is desired. This can lead to feelings such as depression, anxiety, and mood swings such as swift changes between depression and euphoria. The experience of being in unrequited love is often one of limerence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrequited love can result in obsessive behaviour or transform into hostility to the object of desire (emotional rejection), leading to behaviour such as stalking. This has often caused the afflicted person to be further victimised by name-calling (such as "pervert"). However, unrequited love has also been the inspiration for and topic of many great works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although being in unrequited love can be a torture, it can simultaneously be a source of great joy, and even provide the lover a sense of satisfaction at having somebody to love, even though that love is not returned. This may be seen as "worth" the emotional duress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although unrequited love can last a very long time -- many years, or even decades -- the lover's feelings usually reach a breaking point as they continue to deepen. The love typically ends when the lover receives reciprocation from the loved (consummation), such feelings subsides (starvation), acknowledgement that their feelings will never be returned leading to suicide or the person channels their devotion towards another, more reciprocative, object (transformation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is proof that pkaye is not a stalker.... rite?)&lt;br /&gt;zzzZZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm taller than a teacher! i just forgot her name =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112651516068270812?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112651516068270812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112651516068270812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112651516068270812' title='yakyakyak'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112645123337168810</id><published>2005-09-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:07:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mozzies love me.</title><content type='html'>they do.&lt;br /&gt;went to taiping this weekend. the number of mozzies and flies.... cripes. my poor old grandma i nvr wanna grow old and senile! honestly. she recognised my dad tho. and his voice. and she spoke to us a lot. apparently she barely does. unfortunately my dad couldnt stand seeeing her so... tiny that he didnt hang around long, and my mom is a bit blur sometimes, and both ming and i are as bananas as one can get. tho we did understand a bit... when my dad was looking at her wedding photos he said "lai ku looked quite pretty last time!" then ma-ma said "ngo ji kei leng di!" hahahHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA we were lk *terpegun*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112645123337168810?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112645123337168810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112645123337168810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645123337168810' title='mozzies love me.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112632246306731391</id><published>2005-09-10T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T11:21:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greasy french fries</title><content type='html'>did you know..... having french fries everyday increases the chances of breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love an icy cold soft drink? Then choose a root beer. Of all types of soft drinks and canned teas, this one does the least damage to your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers from the dental school of the University of Maryland, Baltimore determined that non-cola soft drinks, including ginger ale, Mountain Dew, and Sprite, as well as canned iced tea are much harder on teeth enamel than any other kind of canned drink, due in large part to acidic flavor additives, such as such as malic acid or tartaric acid, reports Medical News Today. Root beer has the least additives, making it the best soft drink for your teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. root beer for me. moohah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many more days to pmr. me nono. hjow scarry!!&lt;br /&gt;budak-budak hari ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Legends. A man from a small town in Kentucky had refused to cut his hair for over 30 years. One day he decided to get it cut. After the barber started to cut his hair, he gave a scream and ran off. His wife later found him dead at home. The coroner found that when the barber had tried to cut the man's hair, he had hit a nest of red-backed spiders that began to bite the man,eventually killing him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112632246306731391?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112632246306731391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112632246306731391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112632246306731391' title='greasy french fries'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112617699683609578</id><published>2005-09-08T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:21:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum as a ummmm. dead fish. i'll just stare.</title><content type='html'>yesterday there was this show on 8tv i think? what girls learn. its nice. but so sad. the poor mom died of cancer!! sighs. and there was the patriot too so dad and i were fighting over the control thingy. well i won, being the bigger tv addict with an amazingly louder voice. but the show was sad =( their mom! and poor guy she left behind. i nvr want my mom to get cancer. shed be strong but i wouldnt be...&lt;br /&gt;bloody wj and weng contenged my bottle today. i mean, what the fuck. can they just fucking leave my stuff alone?! and i;ve got mutton curry all over my pencilbox now. =( and my sej and math papers. its seriously, seriously, very very very disgusting. do they not know that my pencilbox may get attacked by ants? and its gross. who the hell gave wj the right to touch my stuff and dirty it?! i know its such a teeny thing to be irritated abt when theres lk starving and all in the big big world, but its irritating. its lk so the geram actually. i really wish i could make wj scrub it until the curry stain comes out. and if ants attack my papers...... and me, worse still, esp if before pmr....... curse the bugger.&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to use a lot of bad words.&lt;br /&gt;i should learn to be less easily irritated/annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;ms selvi called me Kah ANN the whole of today. faint. so astounded. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could just take bck what i said. me and my stupid, big, fat, mouth. i'm so sorry. ='( aiiiiiiiiiih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112617699683609578?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112617699683609578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112617699683609578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112617699683609578' title='mum as a ummmm. dead fish. i&apos;ll just stare.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112599969450523382</id><published>2005-09-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:07:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is was a house in new orleans</title><content type='html'>lol. laaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;today = kai sherns bday. we sang happy bday to him. was so cool to see him so happy.&lt;br /&gt;also sze wens bday today. and my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;bitchy rant!!! hahah. spilling my soul out to cyberness. lollll. no asking who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;i love love love love love pn zam. its not really fair in a way, but i mean, its generally more comprehensible for those who get B. in a way, its lk, working to get an A and those who got an A are just working to be well, better i spose. but i spose to the other ppl its lk, punishment for getting high. but i dunno! at the same time its bloody selfish yet, not? and i found it really really irritating. &lt;br /&gt;and then i had to endure a whole day of nic yei's going on about my upgrading to an A. and abt how noble he is in not wanting something he dsnt deserve. i mean, what the fucking hell?! he could've gotten the A too if he just ASKED her nicely! and if he dsnt want to, well, its not my fucking fault! and its not lk i begged and threw a tantrum. i just asked. once. i mean. why does he have to hold it over me? if he dsnt want an A, so what if i want it and i got it when he didnt even ask her?! its so fucking upsetting. such a fucker. ugh. its not lk he was particularly sympathic okay. when pn zam read my marks aloud yesterday he asked if he could clap for that. i couldve strangled him on the spot. i couldve pushed him off the connecting bridges between the two klcc towers. i mean, ugh. up his. the nobler than me person who has no scruples in demeaning other ppl lk jun kit when he has no right to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, i dunno. i'm just glad and grateful to pn zainab! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i have some friends, at any rate. wthout zulle, ly, pk, ks, hy, weng, khu, the rest, i'd be mad. and without my family i'd die!hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;-i am a bitch. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112599969450523382?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112599969450523382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112599969450523382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112599969450523382' title='there &lt;strike&gt;is&lt;/strike&gt; was a house in new orleans'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112592517036263054</id><published>2005-09-05T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:59:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiasu kiasu</title><content type='html'>i HATe bm. hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate. i dont care. i'm going to argue. i'm going to be lame. pump pump pump it up. pump the kiasu spirit up! haha. i hate bm. its pulling my average down by...... many %s. i lost lk 6 marks so far thru careless mistakes!! and i KNOW i flunked eng. and kh too. fuckfuckfuckfuckittyfuck!!&lt;br /&gt;if i get a B for kh and eng. shit.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. think happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;it;s amazing how kiasu our class is! the sengitness of lys and ks's marks is very, VEry close. of course, it previously was lk... their marks. (-20/30 marks) then everyone else's marks. typical. pffft! lol.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont lk it when i'm not allowed to see my english paper and *other* ppl can see everyone else's english paper. and look at the marks. and comment on the mistakes. and all that. its just not fair! i mean, so what if shes the daughter of an important person in school? its not fair, and i'd rather see my paper before she does! fine i'm kiasu. too bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;*pray for kh**cry for bm. pray for a miscalculation in p2.**relieved sigh for geo**groan for math**sigh for sej**wish beyond all hope for eng**groan for sc*&lt;br /&gt;i hate bm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;i hate having to deal with a whiner worse than me constantly. emotionally unstable being. cant stand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to la bodega today. the waiter jade commented abt is still there. methinks he got a promotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112592517036263054?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112592517036263054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112592517036263054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112592517036263054' title='kiasu kiasu'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112576729749440252</id><published>2005-09-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:08:21.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you put post trials, a lazy bum, and a good negotiation, you get...</title><content type='html'>hmmhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Total number of books you own : ummm. i dunno. most are my sisters! heehee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The last book you bought - umumumumumum. calvin and hobbes for zulle? i'm not allowed to till pmrs over =( stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)The last book you read... umm. halfway? lucas! whole-way (ee that sounds wrong.) mister god, this is anna. the latter was exceedingly preachy. nvr heard of such a goody goody eight yr old as anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Five books that mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mmmmm............... sweet valley high? the one where todd lks elizabeth and he kisses her? was one of my fav fav fav when i was young. (the guy pictured as todd on the cover was cute. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;-pride and prejudice. i never got over the fact tht i finished it, and my sister, the literature freak, didnt. and that it wasnt that bad after all. even tho mr darcy was so old and it was such an icky thought tht hed be together with elizabeth bennet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-mansfield park. traumatised me for life. the cousins freaking got together! they were lk first cousins! and they got together! how gross! their children might get those diseases?!?!?!! and yet i really lked the book.. =s.&lt;br /&gt;-beatrix potter!! my family was going thru freakishly hard times and yet they got me the set of seven bks for my bday i was so happy!!! i used to read it while playing on this toy car. i'd put it on the steering wheel and ummm "drive" around the floor while reading. i hated the goose woman thingy! all the books are lk for children, but  notice they have such dark undertones? lk tchaikosky's (thts his name?) dance of the sugar plum fairy thingy...&lt;br /&gt;-wuthering heights. it was cool. i felt empathy, disgust, and yet sorrow for heathcliff. and catherine whatshersurnameiforgotnotlintonthoherdaughterwaslintoncosshemarriedlinton...oh her surname was earnshaw!!!! i hated her!!! so the ggrrrrr selfisher than me. thats a near impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Tag five people and have them fill this out on their blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk!&lt;br /&gt;ummm..... nickq!&lt;br /&gt;hy!&lt;br /&gt;khu!&lt;br /&gt;sling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112576729749440252?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112576729749440252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112576729749440252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112576729749440252' title='when you put post trials, a lazy bum, and a good negotiation, you get...'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112576018914575439</id><published>2005-09-03T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:10:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>odd names huh.</title><content type='html'>my sister has a few frens with odd names.&lt;br /&gt;a) Cinta Mani. an indian girl. if yuou dont know what mani is.... ... aiiih. too pure.&lt;br /&gt;b) Zakaria. (Zakar, according to kamus dewan. yes i'm bored... is kemaluan laki-laki. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking. can you blame willy wonka for being a bit mad? i mean. his first name is willy. think bedazzled.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i shall not say!!&lt;br /&gt;='( am upset. dont fren you.&lt;br /&gt;i love the fox and the hound. the vixen is soo cute.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i want to do with my life. nothing arty farty. emotionally, spiritually-i want to have an impact on ppls lives. not bigscale lk the whole world. i mean, itd be fine, but i;d rather do something normal and brain-needy and have a family and a close circle of frens and relatives and leave a good impact on them. i want to be loved by those i lvoe, who dsnt! occupationally (lol)-  i want a job that benefits me and my majikan. dont care so much abt the masyarakat. i mean, not harm them, but dsnt neeeeeeed to benefit them. selfish immature me. but its true. i want a steady job with a good income. i wanna be good at it. i cant decide, i guess i've got to really experience f4 and a levels before i know what course to take. i dont wanna be anything to do with blood. or needles. or live flying ants! or anything that involves public speaking. maybe i'll just crawl under the bed and nvr grow up. i'll fly off to neverneverland and nevernever grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112576018914575439?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112576018914575439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112576018914575439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112576018914575439' title='odd names huh.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112565491243810585</id><published>2005-09-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:55:12.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caspers song</title><content type='html'>trials voer!!!! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;budak budak hari ini&lt;br /&gt;selalu meng-sms org dikasihi apabila bosan (coughkcoughhcoughu)&lt;br /&gt;selalu bertanya tentang program yang ummm. ditayangkan (on) tv untuk memberitahu mereka yang dikasihi&lt;br /&gt;selalu cuba memujuk org yang diidam-idamkan untuk mendapat MSN Messenger supaya dapat ber(flirting-flirtingan).&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'm not poetic. nor is my bm good. bleah!&lt;br /&gt;ghahaha&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate the overness of the Big Bad Trials...... i shall watch a lot of tv. hee!&lt;br /&gt;got bck math marks today. okay la. but i threw away four marks in carelessness. stupid. and i KNOW i screwed kh. and eng. and maybe geo, sej, bm, sc. hope not. pray!!!!! and lk same class as the terrible ppl ks ly jackie jun kit. hmmm. terrorists are ppl who inspire fear rite? so, note. kai sheng is a terrorist. ly is a terrorist. my mom is the biggest terrorist to me. hee. the piano is a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;you'll seee boyss!!! i lvoe rent. hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;so. 31 more days to pmr. lol!!! and abt 40 days to R&amp;R!!! ahahahahah!!! =D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;anyway!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its not fair that ppl can argue for marks so much, as to up-mark 9 marks is it? especially when they dont need it (as in they have A already) and they dont really deserve it? but they do. and they end up getting really high. even tho the only way they get it is by harassing teachers until they give in! surely they feel guilty? hahahah. at least the toppest ppl dont. =) oh well not me not my business. heehee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;whats dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112565491243810585?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112565491243810585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112565491243810585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112565491243810585' title='caspers song'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112549219988278077</id><published>2005-08-31T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:43:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gao meng ahhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>i'm gna die tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE sej&lt;br /&gt;i was flipping thru my sej f1 txtbk earlier on.... and i realised, to my dismay, i havent even read half the freaking bk since f2 exam prepping!!! i dont even remember a single thing abt johor! and i was under the stupid effing impression that merong mahawangsa was perak-related and its actually kedahrealted ohohohohohmyyyyygod.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGh&lt;br /&gt;i need chocolate. now.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this means i should watch tv later tonite. this sucks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;weng - pls shhh k? thank you! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;omg. this is so gna be the last of me.&lt;br /&gt;i HATE sej.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt practice math.&lt;br /&gt;if i make a dumb mistake.. esp in maths.... ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari merdeka. the pink fireworks against klcc yesterday made the most gorgy sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112549219988278077?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112549219988278077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112549219988278077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549219988278077' title='gao meng ahhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112539259004844329</id><published>2005-08-30T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:03:10.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing me softly!</title><content type='html'>the school is homicidal. they want us all to die. ms sandra says sc paper 1 wasnt too hard and tht it was okay. i shall not comment. i shall not scream. i KNOW i flunked eng p2 at least! ENGLISH! i cant NOT get an a for english! i'd die of horror! aaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;sc was bad. i flunked p1 at least.&lt;br /&gt;bm was just. horrible. i'm speechless. so there.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i forgot all abt my bm paper. dont rmb a thing abt it!&lt;br /&gt;i hate trials!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i lvoe su lin! the v v v nice girl who gave me kitkat today! yes, kitkat!! the nice beeeg four bar one thingy!! hahaha it was soo good. it really does calm the nerves. i was lk freaking out... and then i had it! yummee. when the going get tough, the tough eat chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;came bck frm spore on sunday! the ppl there are always in a hurry i think. even their escalators move freakishly fast. and there are a gazillion restaurants there now!! the ppl there are starting to love food as much as my mom! =s&lt;br /&gt;trials. should. be. abolished.&lt;br /&gt;current fav quote of wengs : "you know the girl darren lk ah... her physical ahhh.... not bad you know? you KNOOOOOOOOOoOOOOOw where i'm talking abt"-chan jun kai on ly. and unless my eyes fool me, a certain classmate *cOUGH* has ears that BLUSH and FLUSH and REDDEN whenever he hear tht quote.... XD&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA EVE!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;sighs. trials = should be abolished. i hate. i flunked. i know it. nvm. dairy milk choc and a pimple farm calling my name now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112539259004844329?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112539259004844329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112539259004844329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112539259004844329' title='killing me softly!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112494470030093000</id><published>2005-08-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:38:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50ish more days and i'll be happy!</title><content type='html'>now i can say to the f3s, HAPPY HOLIDAY!!!! (its one day, but, heck. take it or leave it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: July 29&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do, however, work very well with people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIIIGHT. note to self : shall not take any silly test thingys till pmrs over. or at least trials.&lt;br /&gt;anyway!!! today dad couldnt pick me up early. so i waited for lk half an hour? anyway!! sling and sheng and yw and hj were talking about... lubricants. being the totally unhorny angelic souls we f3s are huh? lol!&lt;br /&gt;ming was telling me abt her fren... he called home one day. his maid answered the phone in her *seductive* voice and totally freaked him out! and embarasssed herself too i bet. lol. silly kesianable hting! HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH. lol. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate the bloody exams.&lt;br /&gt;i shrunk. by a cm! am disgusted. am meant to be having growth spurt, not negative growth. this is not good!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112494470030093000?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112494470030093000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112494470030093000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494470030093000' title='50ish more days and i&apos;ll be happy!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112488115912539440</id><published>2005-08-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:59:19.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51ish more days!!!! lalalla!! tick tock tick tock tek tok tek tok!</title><content type='html'>llala!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait till pmrs over!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the whole class must go out RIGHT after pmr!&lt;br /&gt;we must all go wqatch a movie! maybe we can book out the entire thingy cinema thingy?! hahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;we must go swak!! damn fun! make ms tok come too! lolll!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait!!!!!! wheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;we're gna have fun fun funfunffunfunffunfunfunfun!!! yayness!&lt;br /&gt;in the p[lane we can have 3cemp glee club practice!!! who rmbs all the mad songs weng made up!&lt;br /&gt;if the movie getds boring we can make noise! (well, considering majority of us in there'd be in the same group... ladila?)&lt;br /&gt;cant wait!!! summore can go UK and belgium i hope, yr end!! lallalalalalal!!!!!! yayness!!! perks of having relatives in london earning the bucks in quids? hahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahaah&lt;br /&gt;i want a coconut!! with the little umbrella thingy! lol!&lt;br /&gt;think i'm going mad. pmr is freaking close. oh well. hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil! hols in abt  51 days!!! lalalalal!~!!! =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112488115912539440?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112488115912539440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112488115912539440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112488115912539440' title='51ish more days!!!! lalalla!! tick tock tick tock tek tok tek tok!'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6666758.post-112478649318855042</id><published>2005-08-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:54:22.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.</title><content type='html'>i should be studying. i should be. i'm not. =) oops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/actors/coreysevier/images/pic03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped it off goodness knows where! isnt he cute? (well, you cant see his abs here, but google corey sevier and woot. sling, you;d love this guy! honest! his muscles!)&lt;br /&gt;wheee!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;pkaye and i had a noble intention. to study today. we ended up smsing. nvm we shall be partners-in-crime-of-procrastination. yes she owes me 10 cents! (which i dont really want, but i just wanna gloat! *gloatgloat*) =P heehee!!! *dance*&lt;br /&gt;maiiahee!!!&lt;br /&gt;wonder if we get math marks tmrw. =s. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6666758-112478649318855042?l=naughtynice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112478649318855042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6666758/posts/default/112478649318855042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naughtynice.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112478649318855042' title='lalala.'/><author><name>kann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287142937789826413</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></entry></feed>
