<?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-27409068</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:45:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-EV-   ---&gt; my world in words</title><subtitle type='html'>Bassically a normal person who loves too talk..n laugh...loves music alot..lazy sumtimes( do boring hw) but extremely rajin when cums to movie marathon or tv marathon...Sumtimes wonder why ppl wana make life so complicated..if only life is about having fun...yet they want to make such a complicated system by creating money...now everthing in life is stuck to the money system...haih...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-908313583055925224</id><published>2008-07-09T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:06:38.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YELLOW!</title><content type='html'>SWITCH TO &lt;a href="http://holidayarmidilla.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://holidayarmidilla.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to the awesome zheng joo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relink mooooooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-908313583055925224?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/908313583055925224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=908313583055925224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/908313583055925224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/908313583055925224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellow.html' title='YELLOW!'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-7614895729902931199</id><published>2008-07-01T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:11:51.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 47</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pissing in the river&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;^ The song title makes me snigger all the time, but it is actually a very depressing song, contrary to the not so depressing title. Though I don’t really get what makes the song sad, mainly because I have no idea what the lyrics means, whenever I’m down I listen to this song, and it helps, a lot. I like the term I’m down, it’s a very polite and non disclosing way of saying I’m sad, I’m fucking pissed or I’m mad at life depending on the situation, and depending on my mood. When you say I’m down, what you are feeling is diminished to the minimal point, condensed to a simple word, and when you repeat it enough times, you can actually manage to convince yourself that you are simply just down and nothing more. We need more words of that kind, makes life easier, less explanation, less questions. Focus on your own life, and continue moving on. Wrap up unnecessary emotions into this little baggage above the heart. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;Driving blows. I used to have a reason to drive, but now that I have a car, the reason is no longer there, and I’m left with not only just a car, but the extra responsibility to care for it. Ahh the joys of growing up and the joys of being too late, now that I have achieved both in one go, I can die miserably. Reminder, it shall serve as a reminder than, not to be foolish, not to wish, and not to hope. Like those frightfully happy cards I always read in memory lane, a reminder that everybody likes humor, and if that does not work, write a few meaningful sentences, add a few decorative flowers, then seal it with a colorful envelope. Sadly, meaningful sentences have lost its’ touch these days and simple words are taking over, because everybody is cynical now, no need for flowery language, get straight to the point, gain or lose, then move on. For me though, I could never be direct, I tend to take on the meaningful sentences of life, the long road, the dumb road. To reach a state of realization I took 6 months, to run away it took me 1 month, and to lose everything, hah that took less than one month. HAHA, I have to laugh at the pointlessness of this all. I single handedly built and destroyed the length of a year of my life, with the painful demise of perhaps and maybe that carries on till now, and best yet, no one to blame but myself. The confidence, the hair, the cloths and now the car..in the end, foolish little me, repeating the same mistake again. I can’t compete with the circle of nature, can I? Dumbness spawns dumbness. Shit, I feel like vomiting again, I think I ate something bad 3 days ago, and my stomach has yet to recover. At least today is better than yesterday; I could still think and not sleep through all the nauseous-ness, if that’s a word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;I remember saying that when I grow up I want to be bla bla bla (the latter doesn’t matter cause it’s besides the point) in the second day of college last year, and then Mrs. Kalpana (very good bio teacher) corrected me and say, no no, you have already grown up, its not when you grow up. Poor illustration of how the conversation took place, I know. Anyway, it was at then more than any point in my 17-18 years old life that I actually felt- wow, I’m already a grown up. Thanks Mrs Kalpana! Lets see the chart of progression of my improvement with age. When I was 7, I was ambitious, in plain words I wanted to be rich (more precisely to be rich so that I can build slides all around the world as means of transportation, only for children), now to be rich has become, to just find a job, and diminished to just passing all my exams in university. The ambition has shrunk and the drive lacking, ohh as well as becoming more and more self centered. But then again, I’m already a grown up, nothing else matters, cause when you are a grown up, problems are tackled at once (timelines are shorter) and meanings takes a back seats. Is that true? I don’t know. For me, today’s profound realization is tomorrow’s silliness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;Look at me here, trying to decipher what I think, and what others should think, giving a tag of reasoning and loudly showing my distaste towards well, just being me. All this negativity, like I know what suffering is. Being bitter as hell, when I’m living a moderately good life, where there is absolutely no reason for me to be so. I have so much to learn still. I should be ashamed of turning into yet another bitter, angst driven youngling. Next thing you know, I’m writing bad poetry on darkness and the color black. Note to self: write something happy the next post. Nevertheless, here is the immature post for the day. I’m out. Going to watch Ugly Betty! Then take out the stitches in my gum! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-7614895729902931199?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/7614895729902931199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=7614895729902931199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/7614895729902931199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/7614895729902931199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-47.html' title='Post 47'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-9143784891347327851</id><published>2008-05-28T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:08:08.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this unhealthy obsession this days, I'm eating way too much nuts, as in peanuts, as in the roasted saltish kinds, ohh and also the soft kinds, sold at stalls on the streets, yellow color ones, and the Sabah ones dad brought back from Sibu, with ikan bilis and cornflakes, ahhh! If there is one thing i could choose to quit, I would choose to quit eating peanuts, cause me + lotsa peanuts = explosions of pimples. As in those toxic kinds, the super big red ones the size of a small volcano, ready to erupt anytime. Not that I'm very vain or anything, just a tiny bit sometimes, these pimples are painful, especially for people like me who use the towel roughly cause whenever i&lt;br /&gt;forget the presence of these small pimply intruders, i tend to just rub my face dry as usual- one swipe motion, and then shout out loud as the friction between the towel and pimples combines into this pain that makes you want to swear out loud and hop on one foot. Today, I just ate 3 packets of different kinds of peanuts out of shelf pressure, pressure that comes from the presence of all these packets of peanuts on the living room shelf, I shudder to imagine how the pimples will multiply by tomorrow. Cheers to me and unhealthy obsessions! Thank god I don't have this pimples reaction towards other kind of foods that i like such as chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-9143784891347327851?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/9143784891347327851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=9143784891347327851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/9143784891347327851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/9143784891347327851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-this-unhealthy-obsession-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-8037982362441721111</id><published>2008-05-17T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:47:59.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Broad Topic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;From similarity in writings to Paris Hilton to earning money to laughing, here it goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes when I’m writing something, I worry about whether am I writing my own thoughts or am I just reproducing other people’s piece, because of what I read and what I hear everyday. It is hard to even have your own opinion this days, because everywhere you see, opinions are uniformed, writing styles are morphed into similar models, rather scary really. I used to think that actors and actresses are very articulate, intelligent individuals when it comes to giving speeches or interviews, until I started watching E-news a lot and realize that there is a standard talking mannerism that everybody adheres to, with the exception of Paris Hilton and her- That’s hot tagline. Actually, to come to think of it, Paris Hilton is very different in that sense. She doesn’t give a shit ass about what other people think of her lack of words, she doesn’t conform into the standard form of trying-to-sound-intelligent ways the other Hollywood people strives towards. After all if you want to be remembered, you want to be unique, and if unique means giving other people the image of low IQ while raking in more money than the average people earns, so be it. She is actually selling her no-talent talent into big bucks. This means that she’s either a really smart businesswoman or a genuinely lucky person with no talent except for the habit of saying that’s hot. I wish I could be that lucky or that smart. Maybe one day I could come up with a totally useless talent that requires the least work to be done then turn it into a profit making business. Since I’m not all that big about wanting to inspire or impress other people, I wouldn’t care less that I make money by looking dumb as long as it is morally right and nobody gets hurt in the process. The only thing I would actually care about when it comes to inspiring people is to have everybody laugh genuinely when they do, not laugh half heartedly with other thoughts on mind, or forcefully laughing to not offend other people. Laughing should be fun and no less. If you don’t have time to laugh full heartedly or if you have to force yourself to laugh, you know your life is seriously lacking something.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay! Don’t know what to talk about already, the writing shall end here! Tata and goodnight! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-8037982362441721111?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/8037982362441721111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=8037982362441721111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/8037982362441721111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/8037982362441721111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/05/broad-topic-from-similarity-in-writings.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-3978489138043055844</id><published>2008-04-29T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:23:17.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;To show that I actually still exist, here is another tag post. Not that I don’t want to write for this blog, just that whenever I write something, I wont post it up in the end because it always becomes too bizarre from the middle on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either at 22, 33 or 77, 88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Watching vlogs, videos, reading forums, and hitting my hp back to consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;3. If you have a close close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as the person never steals my food, shoes or socks, its cool.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;To have mammoth backs on the earth and stomp everything away, then have the crazy oxygen guy from no country of old men to start shooting at the mammoth&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but instead gets smashed in just one second by the leader mammoth, and santa claus to suddenly appear and give everyone presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeap, I advocate for the return to the time before barter system and money. Hunting and farming. No nonsense, the weak gets eliminated with bare hands. No cloths. Lotsa lotsa caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My sanity and my eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;7. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Starting a video marathon on tudou.com. Video loading is enabled again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Create a list of personality testing sorta survey form similar to that of our management assignment questionnaire, observe, tick and see whether they get into the possible fit category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remembers her own and others birthday, birth date, earth day or whatever very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Flat out crazy at times, with the manic laughter and evil plains brewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good memory! Remember your wedding I want to sit in the front table where they serve the best food and have the best view to performance k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just remember that for commitment, forever is never, together is eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;The type that annoys the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;12. What is the most embarrassing thing you've done recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, no clue at this one. Don’t think I have done anything remotely embarrassing in the past few weeks, or maybe my brain has already blocked the embarrassing memory away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;13. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When they say naughty things LOL so wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air that I breathe, without it, I would be painfully dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;15. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The not so confident part and the indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;16. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People who shares my same point of view, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;17. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would either be successful, or not successful, but my hair will still remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;18. Do you think you get hungry because you’re cold, or cold because you’re hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I get hungry because I need food, and cold because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;19. What's your all time favourite candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Kopi-ko sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which character from a song do you wish to appear in front of you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Luka from the Suzzane Vega song to ask her a few things, or the Delilah from hey there Delilah song to smack the hell out of her for being the cause of a now becoming repetitive song, ohh and Mandy deserves to be smacked too, the Mandy song’s Mandy I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-3978489138043055844?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/3978489138043055844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=3978489138043055844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/3978489138043055844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/3978489138043055844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-1014836824196264905</id><published>2008-03-24T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:50:33.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My roommates and I once : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don’t have a roommate. But I guess since sis sleeps in the same room as I am in, she’s counted as my roommate. We once did a parody video of the erasure-a little respect montage on d.e.b.s. The video is somewhere out there I believe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Never in my life have I : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;been shitted on by some random birds flying on the sky. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;High school was : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5 years of playing around without a clue, just swiftly going from one form to another, having lotsa fun on the way. Great time, great friends, great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m nervous :&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I tend to mumble or laugh unsurely. Sometimes I just run away or pretend I’m not there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My hair : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;always gets back to its own style at a certain length, but sometimes I like it better than other ordinary days. Good hair days are great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5 : &lt;/i&gt;I danced this aerobic dance thingy in my kindergarten’s annual concert. The outfit was some black color long sleeve t-shirt and aerobic pants, plus one swimming suit on the outside. The only good thing about the whole outfit was the headband which is brown in color and has the school logo on it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I turn my head left, I see: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;my side of the bed, a bolster I just kicked down and a little bit of my cupboard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I should be : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sleeping now. Really exhausted but don’t feel like it yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;By this time next year : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I will be older.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My favorite aunt is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hmm, I like kweetin gu gu cause I remember when we were young, she would teach us how to do this head bobbing dance routine thing and whoever does the best will get to eat Mamee or Ice-cream. Then theres su ngoh gu gu who is the coolest aunt ever, got very cool short hair and can speak B.M. in a really funny way, whom looks the most like my dad. Oh n got geok mui gu gu, she is the dentist aunt. I get all my allergy medicine pills for free from her, and she taught us things like if your lazy to brush your teeth twice in the morning which is after waking up and after having your breakfast, you should brush your teeth after breakfast, cause its better and you will have fresher breath, and you save toothpaste. Of course den you should remain silent throughout breakfast because you would not want to inflict morning breath on people before tooth-brushing, and it wouldn’t work if your eating out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a hard time understanding : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a lot of things. Like why do we work in the morning and sleep at night and why the word procrastination is even created. I hate that word. I think the word has crossed its line, taking over everything, disrespectful of all the old words that has serve us greatly over the years, like the word lazy. We should embrace the menace that is the word procrastination and stop using it, because it sounds depressing and because children of the future shouldn’t have to learn one more new word that has more than 10 letters just because we suddenly decide that it is a nice word to use all over the place now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My ideal breakfast is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lotsa lotsa crispy bacon, ham, sausages, hard boil egg, garlic bread and soup!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you visit my home town: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;spot how many 99 speed markets are there in Klang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you spend the night at my house :&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;you might actually get to hear me sleep talking, though that’s a rare case scenario. Or u could try pretending to be like my sister and ‘accidentally’ kick me in my sleep and hear me throw slur words at you non-stop for 5 mins before sleeping back again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My favorite blonde is : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My favorite brunette is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Eliza Dushku&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The animal I would like to see flying besides birds : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;are Ostriches, although they are technically still birds, but they cant fly, and i dont think it is fair. Maybe they would stick their head into the clouds just like what they do on ground when they get afraid. I want flying chickens too, fly really high the type. I would pay to sit on airplane just to see flying chickens out of my window.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I shouldn’t have been : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18 this year. Sometimes I feel like I’m 10 and other times 55 when I have back aches, but never do I feel like an 18 year old. The only time I remember that I’m 18 is when I watch shows that are rated 18 and above in the cinema.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last night I: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;realized that I really gotta buy more short pants for sleeping purposes. I have to sleep in jeans this days because there are only 2 decent sleeping pants left in my wardrobe. Others have passed on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A better name for me would be : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hmm, never really thought of that before. I like my own name. But I do know I would not want to be named Blanket or Lulu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve been told I look like : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Erm, some girl in primary school and another girl in secondary school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;If I could have any car, it would be : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;a Kelissa for five years then after that I would upgrade to a bigger sized car like Toyota Swift or if I have earned enough, a Mini Cooper or some fancy 2-seater cars. I have small car ambitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-1014836824196264905?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/1014836824196264905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=1014836824196264905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/1014836824196264905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/1014836824196264905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-roommates-and-i-once-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-7375816534602180753</id><published>2008-03-06T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:40:23.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best way to wake up is not after a good night of sleep, but after a perfect dream, so perfect that you smile even when you can’t remember what it was about. At times like that, I cease to fear death a little, because uncertainty can be beautiful. Perhaps when we walk towards the mystery in the end, the feeling is like that, so serene, so forgettable, that life itself diminish in comparison, then death arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still don’t want to die lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-7375816534602180753?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/7375816534602180753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=7375816534602180753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/7375816534602180753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/7375816534602180753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-way-to-wake-up-is-not-after-good.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-5576443687911937277</id><published>2007-12-27T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:11:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 1: On the Outside&lt;br /&gt;Name : Tah Eve Lynn           &lt;br /&gt;Date of birth : 8th of January 1990&lt;br /&gt;Current status : Ev, singular&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour : Black pupils&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty : Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign : Chinese zodiac- snake, Yg biasa wan- Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: On the Inside&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: Death, Tight spaces, Insects&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Very agreeable&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Meat, Meat, Meat, Cheese, Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Yesterday, Today &amp;amp; Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up:Oww My head hurts ( alwys hit that blardy gantung ting from the wall)&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 8pm-10pm normally&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Those that I cant recall I guess..o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4: Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or coke: I think nobody realize that they actually taste the same o.o&lt;br /&gt;Mcd or burger king : Mcd ( burger king-ba gua with two piece of bread-zj)&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: O.O wad kinda dates first&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Neither, Timberland&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea : Chinese tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Cappucino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5: Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 6: In the Past Month&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : No&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : No&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 7: Have You Ever?&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game : LOL No.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : Depends on what kinda clothings I’m wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8: Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: 27 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 9: In A Guy/Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour (brown blue or green): Natural blue&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: Any color just as long as it has this scruffy rugged look&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Short, long, no hair, as long as it looks good on the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 10: What Were You Doing?&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago: Watching THS: Rock Star’s Kids&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago:  Watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago : If I had that much of a memory I would be making big bucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 11: Finish The Sentence&lt;br /&gt;I love: you: whatever love is.&lt;br /&gt;I feel : sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate : feeling trapped.&lt;br /&gt;I miss : good ole times&lt;br /&gt;I need : a way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-5576443687911937277?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/5576443687911937277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=5576443687911937277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/5576443687911937277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/5576443687911937277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-1-on-outside-name-tah-eve-lynn.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-4653410524007403558</id><published>2007-11-30T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:11:53.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged u is?&lt;br /&gt;     ah Hsiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ur relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;    stnd 6- the not so fierce prefect ( me) and the fierce prefect (her) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;    Frm 1-college- The smiley friend ( me) and the small eye friend (her) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions u have of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;   Soya bean, Madonna, Jessica simpson, zoom here dere, and exercise byk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for u:&lt;br /&gt;    Safe me from a number of traffic dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he/she becomes ur lover, u will:&lt;br /&gt;    Adopt lotsa puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes ur lover, things he/she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;    Learn how to cook black mee, ball ball chicken rice, zi hun gen, cheese baked anyting, and  &lt;br /&gt;    a lot more..jz cook well lah k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes ur enemy, u will:&lt;br /&gt;   Put bricks in gloves and compete in face smacking wif her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The most desirable thing u want do do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;    Bring her to a kfc outlet where there is no sink to wash hands in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ur overall impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;    Very quiet, innocent, tiny and shy. LOLZ who am I kidding man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How u think ppl around u will feel about u:&lt;br /&gt;      stop laffing lah WTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The characteristic that u love about urself is:&lt;br /&gt;      I can bath in 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic u hate about urself is:&lt;br /&gt;      It hurts so bad when I get hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The most ideal person u want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;       Ideal would be perfect, but since perfect is non existent than I would wana be rich, happy&lt;br /&gt;       and well fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. For ppl that care and like u, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;     Thanks for letting me occupy around 0.01% out of the 10% of ur brain u use, if u noe how&lt;br /&gt;     to spell my surname right, thank you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. THE 10 VICTIMS:&lt;br /&gt;         Anybody who reads dis, has a blog, and have too much time at their hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-4653410524007403558?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/4653410524007403558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=4653410524007403558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/4653410524007403558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/4653410524007403558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-2475290947332691724</id><published>2007-10-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:14:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;FINALLY its done! Dam hard leh! My brain like keep stuck..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Seven things to be done before saya mati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Push that big rock over the edge of the duno what mountain in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Swim with dolphins. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Leave behind quotes in paper napkins at random places. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. GO TO AT LEAST ONE TATU CONCERT! And then meet them! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Try living on the edge, away from the normal secured environment that I’m used too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Go on a long Eurotrip..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. Dig wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Seven things I will not do even if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. I won’t diet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. I won’t lie inside an enclosed coffin dead or alive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. I lazy think d. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Seven things I do when I'm away from public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance to music like the Vanessa Carlton’s Thousand Miles……LOL yea rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Create stories in my head involving pillows and bolsters at nites when I cant seem to fall aslp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Sing to Good Morning &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;! Only the three words lah and the oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Answer phone calls in different tones then freaking people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Compete with neighbors to see who on radio the loudest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6.  &lt;span style=""&gt;still under construction..number 6 and 7..wait arh..giv me two more days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Seven favourite sentences/quotes/expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SAKAI&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Zomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Ze ev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. tender heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. POKE&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; must remember dis man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Pai sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Seven songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Say it isn’t so- Gareth gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Almost here- Brian Mcfadden and Delta Goodrem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Rose- The feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. 1234- Feist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Tree gap- Tuck Everlasting Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Pain- Three Day’s Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. Stars- t.A.T.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Seven things I bet you didn't know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. A long long time ago, I used to sleep only after midnight. GASP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. I really wish I have the ability to dance well. I dance like stick, no, like a broken stick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. I think that the song lonely day by system of a down describes me the best.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Wish that I lived during the 70s in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. I still have all my old glasses with me. From the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; one that I wore, till the one I’m currently using minus those broken ones. Around 4-5 glasses in total, scattered around the home. O.o&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. I like putting all my papers in one of my leaking drawers just so I will find them on the floor the next day. Den pick dem up and put it in there again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Seven things I have utter discontempt for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who torture/ kill children.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Smelly, dirty restaurants. Really takes away the dining experience. Especially those kiam siap restaurant earn so much money d still duwan clean their place properly punya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. The phrase- you just got to be who you are. If we all know who we are, there would not be life and complications. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Having to succumb to expectations and responsibilities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. People who call then hang up the phone. Its really annoying ESPECIALLY when they repeat it..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Neckaches and backaches.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. Pillows that is too high or too low, too hard or too soft. All pillows are like that somehow. I want to find the perfect pillow one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Seven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minor things I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lying on my bed browsing through the net using my laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Reading a good book…FOR FREE! AHAHAH!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Just listening to music, focusing on the lyrics and the tunes, nothing else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Going to Klang for food, or &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kota&lt;/st1:city&gt; bahru, or Penang, or &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:city&gt;, or &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;, or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;…………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Mumbling and then have ppl wonder what I just said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Coming home after going on holidays trips to finally sleep on my own bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. Watching stupid shows on cinemas then get to laugh non stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-2475290947332691724?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/2475290947332691724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=2475290947332691724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/2475290947332691724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/2475290947332691724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-its-done-dam-hard-leh-my-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-8430685105911803046</id><published>2007-09-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:02:08.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>september's random post...</title><content type='html'>A bottle of wine, uncorked, undisturbed,&lt;br /&gt;A story waiting to be told, unfold, undiscovered,&lt;br /&gt;The writer stays at a halt, motionless,&lt;br /&gt;He sense her nearing, his pulse momentarily jumps,&lt;br /&gt;What’s that he feel again? Movement &lt;br /&gt;And he hates it, he hates changes, he hates drastic changes&lt;br /&gt;He pummels into the table he leaned onto,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing the pages that made up the beautiful book,&lt;br /&gt;It looked better that way, no more perfect, flawed like he is&lt;br /&gt;There is no more pretending, the cover torn right thru the middle&lt;br /&gt;He scribbles incoherently, feverish, his mind scattered,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings distorted, visions disrupted, the ideas he had lost,&lt;br /&gt;She came silently, holding up the book under his glaring eyes,&lt;br /&gt;‘You chose the wrong way’, she speaks softly,&lt;br /&gt;The whimpers and cries came, he sense the pain seeping,&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head and left just as she has come,&lt;br /&gt;He shook more fervently, deep inside the heartache sinks&lt;br /&gt;The cries became deep howls as cuts begin to ruin his masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;Cuts resulting from his bare hands, the scratches he made,&lt;br /&gt;He stops and turns to see, the same book now ruined,&lt;br /&gt;He smiles, the story is now complete, he had rid of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-8430685105911803046?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/8430685105911803046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=8430685105911803046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/8430685105911803046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/8430685105911803046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/09/septembers-random-post.html' title='september&apos;s random post...'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-8589532681000563118</id><published>2007-08-29T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T03:43:49.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM SONG SURVEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says “is this okay?” u say,&lt;br /&gt;   7 minutes in heaven - fallout boys&lt;br /&gt;   ‘Is this okay?’ ‘Yea, it’s like 7 minutes in heaven’ God knows what ‘this’ is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;   Because you live - jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;   It indicates a very serious case of over dependence, sucking out life from another to live         your own, reminds me of vampirism, and titanic. Dam, not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;   Bring them out T I. ft Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;   Tried deciphering the lyrics to see is there any signs hidden about what I should like in a             person, I don’t get it.. What is---&gt; Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this I got rich     and I'm still on some hoolagin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. You be rappin bout blow I was movin the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. You talkin     bout shootin out and I was doin the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. If I hit you in the face you gon be suin and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt;             Note, wow this fella really scores in rhyming. He end all his sentences with shit. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;   The Blower’s daughter(Cant take my mind of you)- Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;   Dis is for you, smoked ham sandwich (rm 2.50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;   He’s a pirate - Pirates of Caribbean’s&lt;br /&gt;   To set my foot on the Caribbean’s , build a house there, and be a piratess. My     crew will be         the fishes underneath the oceans, of course, they will be my food too,     but other than eating     them, they would be my equal when we swim together. We     shall dominate the sea with             scales, bubbles, and the sticky white guey thing a sea     cucumber sprays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;    POP GOES MY HEART- HUGH GRANT--à MY MOTTO WEI!&lt;br /&gt;   I said I wasn’t gonna lose my head, but then POP! ( syringe goes pop!) goes my     heart! *         background pop goes my heart* GOLD AND SILVER.!! Gal and boy     *running* on fake             background of sunshine, den suddenly change to night time.     Best MV of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;    Love autopsy- hugh grant&lt;br /&gt;   Love surgeon. Free charge. Tarot cards reading I offer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;   Summer Love - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;   During the 1980’s, one guy and one girl, met in a klang kopitiam, the theresa tang-tian mi             mi song plays..sparks flew, eyes met, numbers exchanged, it was a hot afternoon NO it was         not just summer love.. After many subsequent dim kopi, jia bah kut dating sessions, they             got married and the rest was history, they had 3 kids, built a house with love, bought 2 cars         and they lived happily ever after…their love for each other, well dat aint summer all year             round, like when the toilet light fuses or the free bowl from giant chips, its like the flash floods,     fast come fast go, their pms moments but they are still together after all this years, amazing-     one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;   Wo Ke Yi- Ewan yo&lt;br /&gt;   It would be way cooler if the shooting stars in the MV of this song hit them and combust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;   Losing my way- Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;   Maths @@ Matrices @@ Row operation @@ Losing my way…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;   Underwater march- Pirates of the Carribean&lt;br /&gt;   D rhythm like thum thum, thum thum thum thum, thum thum, thum, thum, thum..@@ wad     does dis indicate wei? Dun care lah! Dis reminds me we gotta go snorkeling d lah sumday..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;   Don’t make me wait-This world fair&lt;br /&gt;   Don’t make me wait, be punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;   Lonely day-System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;   Such a lonely day, and its mine, the most loneliest day of my lifffeeee, such a lonely day,                 should be banned.. Fitting enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;   Lovestoned- Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;   I want to dance like Justin Timberlake, not like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;   Hate that I love you- Neyo and Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;   Hate and love in one sentence, cooking ingredients,  you gotta balance the cooking. First you         marinate the love, then you peel of the hate softly, voila, you get a dish of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;   Lucky - Britney spears&lt;br /&gt;   Early morning, she wakes up, knock knock knock, on the door, its time to make a perfect             smile.. Depressing song.. Bad omen 4 a wedding, how to dance to dis song anyway? @@ like         those frog croaking tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;   Where is your boy tonight- Falloutboys&lt;br /&gt;   Sumbody missing from my funeral, I haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your hobby and interest?&lt;br /&gt;   She bangs- Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;   LOLZ! SO WRONG WEI THE TITLE OF THIS SONG..innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;   Fix you up- the con&lt;br /&gt;   I’m afraid of doctors and their check tongue stick tingy. I always fear that it would     make me     vomit on the doctor if it is being pushed too far into my throat. I would     have to clean up the     floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;   Almost here- Delta Goodrem+ Brian Mcfadden&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22.What do you think of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;   Russian folksong- Kalinka Balinka&lt;br /&gt;   LOLZ sorry I dunno with kalinka balinka means aso..but the music dam cute wan!     GO              DWLD! It gets faster and faster sumhow and you hyperventilate with it aso. Like breathe         heaving and all.. --------Itu kamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-8589532681000563118?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/8589532681000563118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=8589532681000563118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/8589532681000563118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/8589532681000563118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-song-survey-once-again-what.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-4558670495442959031</id><published>2007-06-21T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T06:42:54.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO..im back good ole blog sorta ting that is not treated well..oh well nuting happen much today..nothing happens much any day…just that mayb today the thunders were a bit too loud and the skies gloomier..and I have apparently lost the god dam expensive stupid blue ugly calculator..argghh..I will not hear the end of it from them if I gotta buy a new one..pls do me a favour calculator and jz reappear!  And I promise I will do maths evyday den!..I will tell ms doh oso! I remember just telling myself on Monday how lucky was I not to have lost the rm 500+ calculator all this while and the next thing I noe..its missing..typical..so now im writing at 9 35pm, on the desk, about a missing blue calculator when im supposed to be sleeping..weird..Theres many things you can lie about, you could smile when your feeling down, you can be happy when the truth is your insides feels like it’s gonna explode any minute but the way you write, you cant lie. Try writing one day when your sad, and see how hard is it to make up a happy story, somehow you will end up writing about something depressing, and moody, no matter how sunny or bright the sky shines right at the first sentence of your story. Wana noe what your feeling, just take out a pen, or just use the keyboard and type out a few sentences, see where it takes you too. That’s all I gotta say..and yeah..Till next time..adious..have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-4558670495442959031?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/4558670495442959031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=4558670495442959031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/4558670495442959031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/4558670495442959031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/06/said-i-would-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-4067139615950823296</id><published>2007-05-03T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T04:30:56.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really miss eating bacon..the really really crispy bacon type..its been darn long i ate the perfect bacon..i miss bacon..i must go for buffet hunting d..i remember the best bacon i ate was in the breakfast buffet of Sheraton hotel of Langkawi..but the stnd oso jatuh d lah..the first time i went ther..the bacon was dam delicious..crispy and delicious..i eat like 10 piece evy breakfast..den 2nd time i went to the hotel after like 2-3 years..the bacon not that nice d..very dissapointing..u noe i tink da world's most annoying thing is dat in any tv shows or any movies..da food always looks very delicious..BUT..evytime when dere is a food present in a scene..dis fella will go..so do u wan a bite? the other will go- i tink i will pass..im not in the mood..da 1st fella will then go-ohhh...looking extremely disapointed and then THROW DA FOOD STRAIGHT INSIDE DA DUSTBIN..i seriously feel the pain, the agony, the feeling of being neglected and not appreciated..for the food dat is..Dis is the result of watching too much of the o.c. U wana noe why those ppl in the o.c. alwys look kinda slim? they alwys throw food in the dustbin..dam dumb..im getting darn pissed off by it d..one more throwing food into dustbin scene i will off..no fastforward the show..dats it! expecially if they throw off those really gud bacons again..Its really very rude lo..its like mocking us viewers..like haha! i have got dis super delicious food and u cant have it so im going to throw it away..I tink u wana censor movies or shows, fine censor but censor this part of the show/movies oso..cuz it makes my heart clench evytime..O.o...one day im going to be old at 60 and when i look bek at my blog i will say..OMG..why like 90% about food wan..haha! hopefully i still like food then or it wud be traumatizing..kk im off!..bek to oc marathon again wif my trust remote control ready to fast forward..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-4067139615950823296?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/4067139615950823296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=4067139615950823296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/4067139615950823296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/4067139615950823296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-miss-eating-bacon.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-2594941702428490945</id><published>2007-04-20T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:58:50.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who said dinosaurs wun appear...? lolz..now im gonna prove it...For being mia for few MONTHS ..i can explain-1st ..its not dat im too lazy to update my blog(mayb just a lil) but theres many other factors..like how i wud get stuck evytime i wana write sumting..and the fact that i m so cacat technology that i dun  noe how to really put up a post with a photo..so my blog is like dam boring..dun tink anybody wants to read craps only..craps wif pictures is so much better..sumore i can blame sam programme for slaving us  plus the fact that i need my 8 hours of slp evyday..jz realised i have been slping for only 6-7 hours dis few days..no wonder im hungry faster, often space out, abit moody and very zombie-ish...horrifying rite? the difference of few hours of slp..the morale of the story is..slp more or die fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I have planned to close this blog down for a number of times..but i nvr did..cuz i noe sumday i wud need it in case i wud feel like writing again..like how im feeling now..Sumhow dis few days..i really miss alot of things in da past..its like past-sick..as in homesick..this is the past-sick syndrome..da things i miss is the past being the past..u noe wad they say..like old things wud remain forever..its not true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    " I've seen enough now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      to know that beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      don't always stay that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I've done enough now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      to know this beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      isn't everything they say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Old things change till i dunno whether to wind my watch or scratch my nose anymore..thats why i wan to keep past as past and future as future alrdy..i don't wan my past to change anymore..its all getting really tough on me..its like listening to this very nice song..in its most original form..n den dis dj wud change it into a senseless remix..just to it fit it wif time..and den from loving the song..u hate it..its exactly like dis..i duwan to eat dinner alone anymore..when in the past we ate together..i duwan to go bek into grandpa hse jz to see dat the old table is gone, or the new tv is sitting right on the lil corner that we once played 'lets cook the teddy bear' in and then set on to joke around wif the others like i have been ther forever when the fact is i was gone for a long time..they know it and i know it..but we both " dont realize it"...i duwan to learn that chromosomes are also chromatids..also sister chromatids..then bek to daughter chromosomes again..i prefer it being chromosomes..it was easier to study then..just chromosomes..why cant evyting be just chromosomes? hell, why cant it be just DNA..and then stop right ther..o.o.the fact is..i wana start over again..put all my past in a box..lock it..mentally jolt it down..nvr forget it..and turn over a new ev..Hi my name is ev..I m the future..the past ev is being locked in a box...im prepared to strt it all over again..haha!..easier dis way...i duwan to think of how-it wasnt like dis b4..or all this negative thoughts..ppl and things change..it just does..i changed to..cant expect time to wait for you to slowly change in your accord..im ready to accept the fact that sumtimes u gotta listen to those yucky remixes because the dj has changed it into that form and the fact that chromosomes have so many names...and i have to remember all of it..so thats it..i updated my blog..im off to study my maths! chaoz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-2594941702428490945?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/2594941702428490945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=2594941702428490945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/2594941702428490945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/2594941702428490945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-said-dinosaurs-wun-appear.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-5897966606946112006</id><published>2007-02-16T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:19:47.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPIg-krgp5c/RdWFLDvLgcI/AAAAAAAAABc/ePltCIaQInU/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aPIg-krgp5c/RdWBezvLgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U60u3Y167qc/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032070524940550466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-5897966606946112006?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/5897966606946112006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=5897966606946112006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/5897966606946112006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/5897966606946112006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aPIg-krgp5c/RdWFLDvLgcI/AAAAAAAAABc/ePltCIaQInU/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-117058663245903308</id><published>2007-02-04T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:57:12.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since im bored…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see yourself in 50 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 years, I will be 67 years old. Hopefully I am not dead yet. I see myself as a amah in very thick spectacles. Those that make you look like owls. I always want those kind of specs cause it makes my eyes look bigger. My eyes too small d sometimes. Hmm, and maybe I have a couple of teeth off my mouth, but of course I will have denture. I will wear those only when I am eating. I will wear pajamas all the time at home cause its comfortable and nice. I will go around the world. I want to be the coolest amah ever. Skiing in the clear sea near sunset in my amah scuba diving suit( wear bikinis will scare youngsters away) with my im a cool amah sunglasses and red bandana with my white hair sticking out or hanging out in old age pubs dancing to JT sexy back( Im gonna use that as the theme for my sweet 60). Besides that, I will buy ice creams for my grandchildren every week just like my grandma did. She loved ice cream, so whenever she craves for it all of us kids get lucky too, I miss her. I will join those internet hip old age group and play online games with them to past time. Maybe by then we will have robots community too, I’m going to train those robots to play mahjong so every time can play, continue the beautiful culture. If got human mahjong kaki will be even better. And if got teleporting system, I will always pay surprise visit to pals. Most probably during dining time so maybe if generous enough they will offer me a little bit oso. Oh yah, I want to be human civil rights  fighter also. If got all those protesting thingy then I will go join( got dis idea from Nickleback’s if everyone cared video). It would be meaningful, and I will get to know more friends. As part time job, I will take up archeologist job, a lot of old people take it up to past time, really interesting, get to dig stuff and do research. Maybe if im lucky I will get to see myself in national geographic channel. During my birthday, I want to have a damn big cake with exactly 67 candles on it, to show off and I wana have karaoke party, just like old teens time with pals, make it a tradition. I will also air condition the whole house and on in 24/7 without a off switch so nobody will off my precious air-cond. Hmm, yet to figure out others in the list to put in with so yeah I am gonna just end it off right here. May I live till 67 and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have no ambitions, I have no clue in my life, I just get lucky or get unlucky, simple as that. In another words go with the flow. However currently( since I am always changing) I think being songwriter or scriptwriter would be nice. Songwriter especially cause the main things I look for in music is the tune and the lyrics. If the lyrics doesn’t makes sense it doesn’t really get to me that much. As for scriptwriter, I like to imagine things, so if I can put my imaginations into words and have people acting it out, it would be damn cool. But sadly, I don’t think I have much of the talent, so I am gonna pass. If I have a chance at those 2 career choice, I will definitely go for it. Besides it is interesting. But in show biz world, those 2 career choices don’t earn much. I would probably be living off a trailer or something, eating junk foods to pass as three meals. Shudders. Or worst, writing something like cicakman or some weirdo songs that makes no sense. If I like something, I want to be the best at that thing if possible. But since I am most probably going to take up business course, I think I am going into those manager thingy direction. Sounds boring, but what to do. Life. Earn money, eat, get fat, sleep, die of heart attack(choi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you spend the day if you know you would die the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would find the cure for the reason why I would die and try to beat it. If cannot I will spend the last of my time just driving around alone(being alone calms me) and then stop at a nearby beach. Lie underneath the sky watching the waves of the sea. I just love the sea. I like swimming as well. Maybe I would go for a swim at the sea, just enjoy the relaxing effect. And then I might write a will if I have a pen and paper with me at the beach. I would also call the people I know and say ‘ hey I am gonna die tomolo.’ and hear them say ‘ u siao arh’. at least I get to hear their voices, it would be good to hear familiar voices before I die. And I would make sure they know that I want to be cremated not buried 6 feet under in a coffin cuz if I’m still claustrophobic after I die, it would be hell for me. Shudders. And make sure my ashes is spread to the sea. Then I will lay in peace in the place I love most, the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think heaven is like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not know, but my heaven would be ideal if its like the heaven in the book- 5 people you meet in heaven( just read it recently and it was damn nice) Then I would get to know why had I lived for, what changed my life, whose life crossed mine. Understanding is the best form of heaven if there is one. Understanding the reason you live yada yada. It would be sad if we had lived for just no reason and died without reason as well. Yeap, so that book really described the perfect heaven I would like for me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s got those question from some weirdo books. Since nothing to blog about, I just put some random opinions to some general questions. Have a nice day peoples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-117058663245903308?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/117058663245903308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=117058663245903308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/117058663245903308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/117058663245903308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/02/since-im-bored-what-do-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-116895254894187982</id><published>2007-01-16T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:02:28.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did u change your hair in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;From the cutting view I didnt change my hair. But my hair got a lot of look punya..got the just wake up look, go to school look, and the after school look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, best part shud be spm..I love siting in the hall to take the test. Makes me feel important. Hell, I was important. My sister and bro had to keep extra quiet durin the whole spm period for me to study. Macam vip..gota love it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, the whole moral paper tingy..man..out of so many ppl..sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new crushes in 2006? who?&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity crushes yeah…quite a lot..real life..hmm no..sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you never forget?&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget lets see all my good friends..n the Evelyn spm distribute paper lady, cuz she same name wif me and she got the blur look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you didn't meet?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in particular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a boyfriend in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Nah..single wif pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I fell in love wif some really get stories, and ohyea movies and of cuz t.A.T.y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch someone in lie in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno leh, I forgot d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you call them out?&lt;br /&gt;Huh why need call them out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get caught in lie? What was it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..couldn’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest moment of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, gotta be the time at secret recipe..sum dumb gal by the name of Emily poared the eno thingy into a left very lil bit of water punya glass and forgot all about it. Then decided to drink it and den spit it all out . God did it shocked us like crap(me n zj). Kena us sumore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most embarassing moment of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, most embarrassing thing gotta be ter-entering the guys toilet in summit.  Cuz I was rushing like mad. The time I was with hw. During one of the etika jaya&lt;br /&gt;Physic chem kursus. Luckily there was nobody ther and hw pulled me out. Gosh da collecting money lady was shocked I tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u take any vacation at 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went to Malacca wif em, Lesley and zj. Gotta say I tink I gained a few kilograms after the food marathon. Was nice tho. And Im proud to say I know how to walk around Malacca d. Then after dat went to genting camp tingy. Wif lijen,jenny,lishin,em,her 2 bros and 1 cousin.  Was dam happy cuz my games group came in 2nd. Haha was in the same games group wif li jen. The best part? The prizes were in food form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new hobbies of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Reading some pretty cool online fictions. Gained lots of knowledge mostly historical worthy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you host a party in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just a few karaoke sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money went?&lt;br /&gt;I think those who noe me noes the answer. Need u ask? Food and drinks of cuz.. Duhh.. I recently just spent rm10.80 for a baskin robins drink den it turned out to be nasty. Haha, left a bad taste for me n zj as well as unnecessary lost of rm10.80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will always remind you of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;t.A.T.y songs..check those out man..pretty cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had have more fun and appreciate s.m.k seafield more instead of complaining bout it  cuz high schools over now. No returning back. Ohya, and I wished I had chose a better karangan topic for my s.p.m paper. Stupid paper2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have done less of sulking, self pitying and being precautious going what if and all dat. Should hav jz lived the moment and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Failure of 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Towards the ending of 2006 sumhow lost the mood to study..kinda stupid actually cuz it was the most important moment-spm. So yeah. I sorta failed myself. And oh yeah, my trail exam oso was a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you move in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Nop, went house hunting tho, it’s a family hobby. Look at nice houses and go oOoo ahh but never buy. Dumb I noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wish on a shooting star in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;No, cuz I dun bliv in wishes. And f4 made shooting stars into very yucky things by making a tv series out of it. shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that singing while bathing is relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, books? Ohh the all american girls if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favourite movie of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie? I forgot alrdy a lot of the shows tht  I watch..err…shud be pirates of the carribeans 2 gua. .johnny depp..ya savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want in 2006 and got?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop, timberland shoe..and an apple everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you want in 2006 but didn't get?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the list will go on and on and on. So I tink im not gonna strt on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make out in public in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the ringer on your cell?&lt;br /&gt;A song wif birds chipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;Who says I am sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins they all. Cuz now it seems dat we seldom hang out anymore, last time we were close buds and all. But during the whole 2006 year we sort of gapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Best I dun tink would be the right word. Wackiest maybe-kang min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more exciting?&lt;br /&gt;If I went to Bali during December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you drink too much in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Nop, I never got drunk b4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite commercial in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;The mtv commercial wif two guys and a sushi bar. Gosh the sushi bar was filled with nice food man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you couldn't leave home without in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;My hp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend New YEar's 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Bbqing in sy’s hse. One thing u gotta noe bout bbq is u gotta work wif da food. U gotta keep it burning man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day 2006?&lt;br /&gt;didn’t celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Reading cartoons on the star bout easter eggs and wad not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween 2006?&lt;br /&gt;I dun belive in Halloween lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving 2006?&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Went to sungei wang there and had dinner at planet Hollywood towards the midnight countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke session wif frens. Singing mah passion..plus a mike..woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson that you learnt in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that spm year is not a hell year. In fact it was a memorable year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-116895254894187982?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/116895254894187982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=116895254894187982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/116895254894187982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/116895254894187982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-u-change-your-hair-in-2006-from.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-116774203427099185</id><published>2007-01-02T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:15:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay..im really not ready for college life.. I am still very much in love with my holiday life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35% of reading those super interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;40% of hanging out wif frens and doing other stuffs i like - tv marathons, song marathons etc.&lt;br /&gt;25% of eating and slping.. after passing all d spm mumbo jumbos.. I went like woohoo yay.. but actually now cum to tink of it.. deres little to be happy for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spm my education life just went for aiyah just take watever bullshits ther is and go from one year to another..dun care lah..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to having to chose between all different sorts of pre-u and stuff.. then after dat i gotta chose subjects to take sumore.. so mafan betul.. and frankly i dunno wat i want to be when i grow up except to be rich(well..duh). so i dunno wad to chose.. cuz chosing those courses later on in uni will be like choosing a certain career pathway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n for me..i would really like to try out sum weirdo careers(which my dad dun wan me to take courses for)..&lt;br /&gt;i tink after doing my pre-u then after dat uni..i will pursue a job related to the course im taking in uni..see if its too boring anot..if its too boring..i will try something new(if boleh la)..i still havent figure out yet..but i tink when time comes i will know what i want..or sumhow i will stumble across something i like..with luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bek to pre-u..after thinking a lil..i took the SAM thingy..i have no idea why i took it..my dad say cheaper compared to A-lvls and faster, most important thing..tak senang to fail( mayb a lvls oso..but im too lazy to find out..lolx)..i dun really care wad is SAM wad is A lvls..and oll the other tingys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jz wana have sumting to study as long as it is not STPM..so dere im in SAM..tomolo orientation day..and thurs will be da first day..i will den noe whether i made da rite decision anot..if its really hectic..i will have to deal wif it i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the gud ting is..the SAM passing rates are quite high.. so i tink i wun fail gua..n its 50% assignment..sumting new..i cud do wif a lil changes..so yeah..SAM tingy here i cum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..i dun understand how da world go from worrying about how to create fire from few thousand years ago..to so complicated and confusing nowadays..actually i tink im more cut out for the prehistoric time pplz..ear,slp,hunt,jump,draw badly,scream,shout,comunicate in weirdo language n not a care for the rest of the world,+ occasionally bath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see dey dun even have to worry if dey smell badly anot..cuz oll of them smell badly together..and as long as their smells doesnt attract unwanted attention(as in wild animals) they are happy wif it..n dey dun have to wear cloths..dunnit to waste materials and easier for processes like peeing, shitting, n well..sex..their lifes are so the simple man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da other thing is they are friends with animals oso(those that they dun eat)..see a larger communication group..a one big family thingy..barney songs even work with humans and animals back then..they get all da exotic islands and cool jungles..for FREE..and every piece of land is evybodys land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im me in the prehistoric times rite about now..im chillin wif pplz in funky caves that smell funny..grooving around the fire with bats as decorations around da cave..and scream whenever i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool rite..just like clubbing..sadly, im not in prehistoric times..and sadly i cant worry about nothing bcuz soon i will worrying whole bunch of useless stuff dat i dun really care but i wud have to juz to survive properly..zzzz..i tink im just pissed about having to strt studying again so soon..im not blogging coherantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.so yeah im out..gota slp d..i wun get to slp as much as i do during hols thruout college times..so i have to treasure it..rite about..now..i mourn the hols..which was like paradise for me..n with a heavy heart..college here i cum..back to the battle of the studies..im out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-116618647850029599</id><published>2006-12-15T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:23:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tink my last update is like heh...3 months ago..and after realising theres sumting bout strangling in d c-box i tink im not gona stand the chance of being strangled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bassicaly im not dat lazy..yeah on 2nd thought i am..but whu can blame me..last week i went out evyday..lso yeah i thought dis week i shud laze around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my definition of laze around-slping olmost 12-14 hours aday..if not slping im reading..if not reading im singing, bathing, craping and alot more of the list along d lines of what students do after spm at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cuz whu can forget mng sales time..okay i tink dat having shopping lovers as mum and sister is not dat great after all (other than the fact that i get to wear their cloths which means dat i dunnit to drag my ass up to try cloths/pants and al those boring procedures to buy them..they do da job..well dey enjoy it aniway..so peace to evybody)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying the first day of mng sales i was drag off my slp..at 7 30 am..so i thought ohh we're going to have breakfast..mmmm...suits my stomache...nooo...after sending off my lucky bro to school( lucky him escaped d early shoping trip..n he expressed his happiness by shooting off to school once we let him out the car )&lt;br /&gt;we went straight to pyramid..i thought mayb there will be jz one tiny stall that is open so i can have my something to eat..but who was i kidding..of cuz theres no shop open at 8 30am dis early( except for mng...d shop dedicated to all shopping pplz)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mum n sis went to shop..me sat at the bench opposite of mng..wif d cleaning lady..it was pretty dark dat time. d upper floor was even darker..so since d cleaning lady was hinting about wanting to clean d bench or sumting..i went to experience walking in a shopping mall when its dark all alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have been wanting to do dis since i was young..cuz i had dis dream b4 dat i was shopping in a mall all dark and alone..den i was suck into anotha dimention..yeah dat was one hell of a creepy dimention..its like sum sort of amusement park..the things are all functioning but im da only wan dere..freaky..i was all alone..and i couldnt escape dat place..after dat there was dis clown that came on to me and started chasing me around with the crazy oh-so-wide smile and murderous eyes ( i blame dis on d stupid freaky clown show dat i watched b4..sakai show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den d next ting i knew i woke up sweating like mad..dey say( in a philosophical voice) true bavery is not hiding fear by puting up a strong mask but to face ur fears and to react when afraid( back to normal voice wif a haunting bacground)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went walking around sp exploring the darkness..n.......i survived..yeah and after i survived d walk my mum and sis wasnt done YET..imagine that- i walked almost all sp alrdy n still they r not done..weirdos man..so i went walking around again..n noticed that starbucks is open..and following dat alot of ppl came in..planet shakers conference at the same nite..i tink dey are the ppl in charge and stuff like dat..i heard sum australian delegates(dunno hows it spelt) toking to ppl in starbucks..introducing themselves and stuff..wanted to go 2 da conference that nite..then got all lazy and slept at 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dat was d litle adventure of ev dat happened yesterday..im kinda getting mixed up wif days and dates already..its like living in a timeless zone alrdy...going thru same ole routine..n going out to klang occasionaly for food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tink my hp decided to betray me sumhow..so wat the heck i tink i will try to live wifout technology..no msn, no hp, no phone,no tv, no radio and stuff till sunday..challenge challenge..me like it..so its jz me n reading..actually pretty cool wif it..-living in my own world-..throw me to an island see if i care..jz dump me sum books and food, water and as long as the sea doesnt mind me toking to it like a crazy fool..i will live..im out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-116618647850029599?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/116618647850029599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=116618647850029599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trust&lt;br /&gt;I began to learn. And such a lesson wil I be taught&lt;br /&gt;In the school of many questions and indefinite answers&lt;br /&gt;I question myself as well as you did&lt;br /&gt;Mystery played apart in pulling us apart and yet together&lt;br /&gt;My heart is no longer mine to behold&lt;br /&gt;It has become someone’s and hard to return it is..&lt;br /&gt;Stranger do you know I know the least about you yet the most inside you?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your heart beat just as I do when I near myself to you&lt;br /&gt;Counting the minutes wishing it to be hours&lt;br /&gt;Time deceives one who wish not of it to fly&lt;br /&gt;As it manipulates and turn and vanishes&lt;br /&gt;And reluctantly goodbye is being said&lt;br /&gt;As the book closes it is never returned&lt;br /&gt;Its owner refuses to receive it back&lt;br /&gt;The most valueble of its soul once touched never recovers&lt;br /&gt;All faults turns into love and hate diminished by a power&lt;br /&gt;A heartbeat so strong that it lives on even as departure takes&lt;br /&gt;The soul n heart of two strangers to different ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have it all been just a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115858678755169851?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115858678755169851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115858678755169851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115858678755169851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115858678755169851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/09/fruit-of-thoughts_18.html' title='fruit of thoughts'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115858678045000783</id><published>2006-09-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:39:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit of thoughts</title><content type='html'>Autumn passed b4 I finnaly found who u were inside&lt;br /&gt;And I started to see the stranger as someone I know and trust&lt;br /&gt;I began to learn. And such a lesson wil I be taught&lt;br /&gt;In the school of many questions and indefinite answers&lt;br /&gt;I question myself as well as you did&lt;br /&gt;Mystery played apart in pulling us apart and yet together&lt;br /&gt;My heart is no longer mine to behold&lt;br /&gt;It has become someone’s and hard to return it is..&lt;br /&gt;Stranger do you know I know the least about you yet the most inside you?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your heart beat just as I do when I near myself to you&lt;br /&gt;Counting the minutes wishing it to be hours&lt;br /&gt;Time deceives one who wish not of it to fly&lt;br /&gt;As it manipulates and turn and vanishes&lt;br /&gt;And reluctantly goodbye is being said&lt;br /&gt;As the book closes it is never returned&lt;br /&gt;Its owner refuses to receive it back&lt;br /&gt;The most valueble of its soul once touched never recovers&lt;br /&gt;All faults turns into love and hate diminished by a power&lt;br /&gt;A heartbeat so strong that it lives on even as departure takes&lt;br /&gt;The soul n heart of two strangers to different ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have it all been just a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115858678045000783?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115858678045000783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115858678045000783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115858678045000783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115858678045000783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/09/fruit-of-thoughts.html' title='fruit of thoughts'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115851252415986400</id><published>2006-09-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:02:04.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new pencil box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;went shopping with family today i bought a new NEW pencil box frm a shop at mid valley..totally love it &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/888/2887/1600/IMG_0405.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/888/2887/320/IMG_0405.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; nice ? =) i love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/888/2887/1600/IMG_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/888/2887/320/IMG_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;read it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" I LOVE MY STYLE MY LIFE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115851252415986400?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115851252415986400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115851252415986400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115851252415986400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115851252415986400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-pencil-box.html' title='new pencil box'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115772531327574713</id><published>2006-09-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:24:46.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115772531327574713?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115772531327574713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115772531327574713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115772531327574713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115772531327574713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115666906367717286</id><published>2006-08-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:11:59.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now another post..hehe..kinda got alot of stuff to blog about dis few days..today i woke up n i realise that i kinda neva changed alot over d years..yep its kinda true..stil d same ole me..except a bit bigger..i still wear the same hairstyle..same attitude..same blurness..same olmost evything..jz dat im growing older each year..hehe..i feel kinda proud of it...but then i tink how long will it last?..hopefully foreva..cuz i like me..me like ev...but sumhow or rather ppl changes..jz dat u will neva be the one whu notice it..the ppl surrounding u will see the differance though..changing for the better is great..but sumhow changes that ppl notice are usually towards d bad side..for example u bcum less frenly more un-understandable..unreasonable..n d worst ting is u dunno dat ur changing untill its too late for most of d case..so lets c if sumday i turn out to be an ass..jz slap my face hard will ya...better to get hurt physically early rather then mentally after a long run when u bgun to realise u have lost evything n u dun even noe wad the heck happened..1st rule of being human is u r born a baby..(duh)..n no babies are evil cuz all baby noes oni abcs n 123s n wat evil cud dat bring..unless u r a baby genius n u grow smart super fast..but for the 1st few mths they still oni noe abcs n 123s dun dey)..if only we r all babies at heart this world will be a better place..ahhh..cuz no babies r suspicious towards other ppl( well at least b4 their parents strt teaching them how to not take sweets from strangers) n dey cry when sumting is wrong..how cool wil it be if we go bek to being babies n when u dun get french fries u cry n then straight away ur french fries apear..ngek ngek..better than being all grown up n bottling up ur feelings jz so that ppl can see wat a tough person u are..hoho..no prize for that fella aniway so save the pretending..n when u r a baby..if u dun like a person u speak ur mind off n u show it thru ur actions..i remember when i was in kindergarten..i use to go- i dun like this boy/gal so im not gona share my sweets wif him/her...haha..no1.i get to have more sweets..2nd. d person noes that i dun like him/her n he/she cud save on his/her sweet supplies as well..in grown up world..u sumtimes needa keep feeding ppl sweets although u hate the person..how fake is dat..n anotha thing-babies r cute..haha!..u bcum the star of attention..ppl will go like awww..so cute..hahaha..how great is dat...0.0..i dunno how i go frm toking bout still being myself to babies..okay..bek to the me is still me topic..hopefully one day when im 80 i can still rap on eminem songs n tell my grandkids(if i have one n if i live dat old) dat..hey u noe wut ur old lady here still got her oldself inside..allrite time to wrap up dis post..lalala..till then&lt;br /&gt;p.s-yesterday i ate at kfc and i found one cockroach inside my coke..eww..lucky i neva drink it b4 i found it..if not..i will sue them n bcum a milionaire(haha)..so moral of the story..pls check ur drinks b4 u drink them..u neva noe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115666906367717286?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115666906367717286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115666906367717286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115666906367717286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115666906367717286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115658483409231707</id><published>2006-08-26T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:33:54.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe...time for another post..cuz im too bored..yesterday went for redbox with my classmates of 5c( not all lah but got me, zj, li jen, bay, joanne, da qiang, joel, thum, weng yue) n a few non classmates.( kwan yi, jenny, ryan)..din managed to sing alot tho..cuz when thers any singable songs( i understnd punya song) sure got + a joel bacground sound..we were at first happily going in the room then we take the mike out, strt singing( me n zj) sudenly the *joel bacground singing* came up..sum kinda like a mix of growling shouting n screaming..then we will totally lose our lines..his voice even hearable about like 3 rooms away..0.0..i kesian the repairman who came to repair the monitor after it sumhow black out.. joel was screaming to sum peterpan song then..haha..den deres those chinese songs which i duno how to sing..i keep sesat the chinese words anyhow..cuz its in fan ti zi( complicated form of chi i will neva try to understnd ever).so at least thers the fried rice in the redbox..n drinks..n den the last 15 min wher me n zj were the only two person left in d big redbox room sumhow..so we managed to sing a few songs...but its kinda creepy two person in one big room..0.0..seriously..then i kept tinking of an incident in a dunno wher punya redbox..the redbox ppl charged them extra one person punya fee..den dey said they oni have 6 person in d room..but then when they were shown the video clip of their room after dat..dey saw one extra fella in d room wif dem..unidentified mysterious person aka ghost..so i kinda freaked..but din tell zj anyway cuz we r in the room still..n its neva a good thing if two freak out togetha..so when zj say wana go out d cuz no mood to sing..i quickly went out liao..( i was alrdy siting near to the exit)..then after dat li jen, jenny, kwan yi n joanne went shoping..haha..but i noe if i go shopping i will end up playin wif stuffs instead of proper shoping..so me n zj went to watch the show-snakes on a plane..okay dat is a nice show..not as good compared to click( i cried after watching d show..cuz kinda touching..d ending)..the snakes on a plane show..very chi kek..i mean the show itself is creative..who wud ever thought of putting snakes into a plane to kil sumone in it..( dats y the snakes were being put into the plan-a high profiled criminal wanted to wipe out one of d fella inside d plane who is on board to go to LA to testify against him)..wat problems cud hundreds or mayb thousands of poisonous snakes on a plane bring? they cud mess wif the wire system-bring down the plane, they cud kill half of the passengers on board wif their poisons, they cud eat a entire human up in one big mouthful( okay dats wat the extremely huge anaconda did)..n dey can kill d pilot in d plane causing it to be pilotless...( i oni thought of the 2nd n 3rd pointers..hehe..din noe dat snakes can actually cause more problems than that in a plane..)i  alrdy hate aeroplanes without snakes..this show jz make the whole experience on planes more horrifying..i can imagine the next time im on a plane..i will be watching out everywhere for snakes..cuz d worst ting bout snakes is they creep up very silently..u wun be surprised if it sudenly appears in front of u..so well u cud say that the high profiled criminal thought of everything by putting snakes on d plane to wipe him out..but he din thought that when ppl are determined to survive n when thers a tough fbi agent on d plane..his plan cud well actually fail..that dude was given the death penalty..serves him right..killed so many ppl in d plane..there were kids n babies on board too for sakes..such a selfish person..killing lifes to save his own butt..serves him right..is a movie worth checking out..done im for todays blog..olrite..till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115658483409231707?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115658483409231707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115658483409231707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115658483409231707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115658483409231707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/08/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115634101611283398</id><published>2006-08-23T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:57:25.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i got a new laptop!..hehe..courtesy n thx to our old com( i will miss u old com..ur services will be remembered )..dat got spoilt n apparently cudnt be fixed by sum stupid idiot whu held it for like one mth adi den keep charging expensively to repair the com..feels gud to be able to on9 again..ahhh...but i wasnt able to blog for a few days even tho i got my com bek..cuz of sum stupid error tingy that keeps appear..den i cant sign in..weird...okok..dunno wat to blog abt..so many good blog materials i have missed out alrdy..well anyway..on monday i watched dis Dr.House episode dat kinda really gave me sumting to think abt..it was abt dis young gal...9 years old i tink..olrdy diagnosised wif cancer..n only able to live for 1 more year..however due to a very rare case..her body was now being attacked by a diff cancer sel..n needs to go thru a very complicated surgery 2 fight it or she will die instantly as the tumour is growing in one of the main arteries in her brains( i actualy learn more biology frm dr.hse show) she was given a choice by doctor hse..to continue living another year and bear thru all d pain of cancer by chosing the surgery..or 2 end it all..d gal was obviously worn out frm d battle against cancer..but&lt;br /&gt;then she chose to live-the reason her mum needs her n she love her mum too much to leave her even tho it meant another year of suffering...really touching..if its me..i dun tink i will have the strength to continue..cuz really..the operations and all..wat will u do if its u..will u hang on for ur loved ones? or if we swap the situation..will u let go of the person u love...if u noe thers d chance for them to live longer? tink about it..i tink it will really be heart breaking for me..if death is the only option for the one i luv..n time is the only thing dat dey can control( whether to end it soon or otherwise)..really makes me think dat i shud appreciate life more n most importantly ppl around me..now that i have the chance 2 do so..n strt giving out sweets evyday( on 2nd thought mayb i will do dat when im older n dun hav teeth liao den sweet will last longer for evybody cuz no teeth)..n i want to tell all d ppl who has terminal diseases that i really admire dem cuz they kept on fighting n that is why when the sun rises today..they are still able to watch the beauty of how a day starts..wad we have taken for granted we shud start noticing now..when u are studying last minit for a test tomolo..take d time to take a closer look at a fly dat is buzzing around b4 u whack at it..mayb u will miss looking at annoying flies one day..who noes..mayb try eating sumting that u havent ate for years( for me is sponge cake n kit kat..got real sick of those once upon a time n nv dared to touch those again) or try eating sumting new..(anyone ever heard of zi hun gen( in hokkien)..taste more sedap then mee..if dunno i bring u go klang eat one day..must try)..try out a new personality..smile more rather than complain more..the point is enjoy life when u have the chance..n enjoy the ppl around u more too..( i feel like penceramah now d.."love life ppl...u are the pilot of ur own life" macam tu..0.0)..kay dats it for a back to blogging blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115634101611283398?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/115634101611283398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=115634101611283398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115634101611283398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/115634101611283398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-i-got-new-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-115236255443934134</id><published>2006-07-08T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T06:01:58.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have got my mouse bek!..i tink it wun do justice if i dun strt riting a new blog rite away after my mouse strt functioning..heck..it may go crazy again..n my blog is slowly dieing..hmm, 2 weeks wifout mse has gave me a few lessons..(haha, kinda sampat lah..but i tink i must thk my mouse for reviving)..1st, never underestimate the power of a small object-mouse..wifout the mouse it means non stop tabbing using d keyboard..very sickening..got so sick wif it me n my sis..2nd, appreciate small tings in life..u might not realise it plays a significant role in ur life untill it is gone..3rd..there are always alternative ways..for example..mouse spoiled..u can use the keyboard..i m proud to say i function quite well wif keyboards oni..its jz inconvenient..and it takes longer time..oh well..i learnt sum extra skills though..hmm, trials are cuming up soon but i have no mood to study yet..wad wif footbal craze and all..sumtimes i think i wana escape spm..maybe i wana earn money thru a different way..i want to be a street singer in other countries..lolz..den learn surfing by d beach..so i can be a surfer that sings..maybe i wun earn lots of money..so wad..i can enjoy..but kinda stupid lah..cuz i dunno whether i can surf anot..never tried before..but it seems really fun and i like swimming..if i learn how to surf well..i wana try surfing in those beaches wif sharks..chi kek arh..cuz the waves at those seas are usually more stronger..take a risk..bet wif life abit den u will strt appreciating it more..( i dunno wad da heck i m crapping abt)..and another ting..i tink if i sing den ppl will strt throwing bottles and junks at me instead of money..but i can recycle the bottles if it doesnt get broken..tink from the brightside..den mayb i can make jz enuff money for me to eat oso..most important ting..den lodgings..by the seaside..hehe...yah but so much for my ideal dream lah..cuz spm is still sumting i will be taking..jz for the stupid paper..the results slip..stupid stupid paper..i tink i have lost the will to study or sumfing like dat..sumhow dun really tink i wan anyting to do wif careers dat needs good results..i tink i wana gamble my way thru life..cuz its been smooth sailing for too long..maybe i will start gambling on spm..interesting choice eh..if i get bad results i will have to go do frm 6..so its all a really big gamble..mayb it wud be nuts..so i m still figuring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-115236255443934134?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-114963974026775022</id><published>2006-06-06T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T07:01:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday i jz went to Klang to visit my grandma whu felt down and had to stay overnight in a hospital..I jz realise how my grandma has became so skinny and so weak..its kinda heartbreaking..last time my grandma used to walk a distance to play mahjong wif her kakis nearby jz like around 5-6 years ago..and now she have problems jz walking..so when my grandma was being discharge..me n my sis had a chance to see a jz born baby..so cute n so small..its such a big contrast..when one life is being born another jz diminish and fall into another cycle of life..a sharp contrast that a hospital holds each day..i m afraid of death i must say..but another ting that i m more afraid of is growing so old n so thin + helples that i cant even change tv channels cuz i have no strength to press on the buttons on the remote control..dats why now i m starting to stuff myself wif food..at least when i m old already i wud become those cute amahs that is more to the round side..i dun wana be skinny...i tink most ppl nowadays are weird...evybody wans to be skinny...i m asking Y??? when u r old alrdy will skinny do u good?..its better evybody start shoving food inside now to last ourselves till we are old..expecially for me i dun drink milk..so i needa eat alot of other foods to fill myself wif enuff nutriens to make me healthy enuff when i m old...I want to have energy when i get old..i tink of myself as a much long term person..i have made comparisons now alrdy on amahs dis days...i wud prefer to be one of the many cute n fat amahs..den skinny ones...n cute n fat amahs seems to have much more energy n r usually more optimistic towards life..( i reckon...cuz if u r likeable u wud be much confident)..n i wud smile always n play wif my grandchildrens...( if i have grandchildrens) n if by luck i have stored enuff carbohidrats inside me n have lots of energys i will be able to go around d world wif a tongkat or mayb wifout one...thats my dream..to go travelling when i grow older..n i want to stay at foreign countries...cuz it seems dat overseas amah are much more healthier...especially ang mous..mayb its because of the weather..i dun care if i m fat today( haha i tink i have stuffed myself wif lots of food dis hols..so happy)...wat i care is if i m skinny when i m old...i tink i still have room for ice creams..so now i m about to go eat my ice cream..live up my dreams of becuming a round chubby amah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114963974026775022?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-114938141686934735</id><published>2006-06-03T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:36:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jz Sum Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>How many of us have experienced this intense wreckage cuz by a feeling called love...I dunno about u but i tink most of love's ending is either hate or sumting negative..pretty cruel aint it...dat sumting so sweet shud end so bitterly...n then theres unrequited love..where theres no ending n strting..n wats left is wonders of how love wud be..how many of us dream of a happily ever after ending...sadly thats jz 1% of lucky ppls out of billions of us in dis world..still evybody continues to go after it...believing in it..mayb love is worth all that..maybe is jz dat we believe in sumting we wish to be true...jz to make us feel better..If only humans were made less complicated..maybe there wud really be a happily ever after ending...sumtimes we reckon we r the one whu cud provide the best to sumone we love...the truth is...u never know till u r in love..n u r helpless at wad u cud do to proclaim ur love to someone special..seriously dis days the word *romantic* is challenged in films n movies..which go to the extremes to prove the chemistry n romance between the main characters..sum of us watch romantic movies n then we go-' aww how sweet, if only....' haha, but thats jz movies...if theres one if only that wud cum true...i hope it wud be the fairy tale tat everybody will have a happily ever after ending...Sumtimes i look at old couples at their 60's-70's hands in hands n i tink how lucky of them to have each other at this age n how strong their love isits so commo nowadays for divorce, seperations,break up...that such strong hold of love really amaze..Then there are this korean shows that r kinda like bull shits...half of wad that tries to convince us that 1st love last long till the end...imagine if our first love is at the young age of 12...i dun tink there is high chance it might continue till the end which wud probably be around the age 60++...n young ppl at that age dun really noe wad exactly is love even..the chances are very slim that a bondage between two person can last that long..this reminds me of those arranged marriage back in those days...i tink thats so cruel..forcing two complete strangers to fall in love wif each other..imagine dat...n if u get a violent or demanding partner..it wud be pretty tragic..But surprisingly arranged marriage back in those days last longer than marriage these days..whu ever heard of divorce back in those days..? here we r finding for the one to get married to n then after awhile like few years you realise thats not the one anymore...n there are ppl back in those days whu were forced to get married n they learn how to love sumone...n how to make their marriage last..seems like when we get our own way relationships get pretty complicated...more broken hearts...i guess when there is giv there is take...u get ur freedom in chosing n u get mistakes made by ur own choice too...mayb parents are really better in finding partners for us then ourselves...@.@ still i wun allow my parents to do so...lolz...i prefer my own choice..n my own consequences...i used to tink dat-love is 100 pounds of crap...10 000 of unwanted words...and 98% of broken heart...they created cinderella stories to cheat us...and movies they are good for spare time activity while eating pop corn but aint good for believing...but thers still 2% of hope...so cheers lets all be fools of luv...-hehe, pretty negative huh..but thats wad i see n learn...still i dun tink life is worth living wifout experiencing love...so like i said cheers lets all be fools of luv...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-114931838850966752</id><published>2006-06-02T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:57:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird BGR Seminar</title><content type='html'>Just last monday n tuesday i went to this really weird BGR seminar wif em n her cousin... Weird in d sense that it was kinda whacky n quite boring..cuz both of the speakers were really not dat good..they tried hard but their jokes were all pretty lame n they didnt manage to catch our attention..d only ting that kept me surviving in d seminar was those video clips they showed us..n the yummy food..anyway the seminar was on life, love n sex..n sumting on abstinence..sumting like dat...the way this seminar put it...we r vunerable to sex evyday..o.o..so the first module was a video clip a interview on how american ppl view sex..n the consequences of sex..one ting that caught my attention was these interview on three gurls whu were sexualy active at a very young age...n they got pregnant..the 1st gal opt 4 abortion n she regretted her actions alot...n it livs wif her till dis days..i dun realy bliv in abortion n the ppl in the seminar doesnt too..its like murder n i tink its pretty cruel to kill babies..n then there was dis other gal whu chose to keep her baby..however, her bf whu got her pregnant was emotionaly affected by the birth of their baby n sumhow cudnt take the stress...one day he raped the gal n after that shot himself in front of the baby n the gal..it was pretty tragic...i can imagine tha gals pain..then the 3rd lady said sumting that kinda makes alot of sense..she said that she regretted having sex cuz after that she often wondered whether her bf loved her for whu she is or for her body...anyhow, she got pregnant n married her bf in a small ceremony at home..she wasnt allowed to wear the white gown cuz white represents virginity n she wore a blue one instead..her bf ditched her after awhile..n she had to raise the kid all by herself..then there was dis guy in the video whu treats sex as a joke n he said dat he had sex wif more than 30++ n how consequences of sex doesnt match the satisfaction of sex...how shallow...it seems dat different ppl have different opinions on this issue...oh well dis is life n we chose how we want to live it...sex be4 marriage sex after marriage u make ur choice...anyways jz to set tings clear...the speakers in dis seminar are from dis group focus on the family whu doesnt encourage sex b4 marriage..so mostly they were guiding us on ways to prevent sex..they even distribute sum sorta work book to us...n there were some worksheets we were supposed to do...but i din really bother to touch it even..but ther were sum stuff i find pretty amusing in d book on how cpl might lead to sex..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1st level: being together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2nd : holding hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3rd : goodbye kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th : mouth to mouth kiss example- french kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5th : necking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6th : touching here and there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th : serious touching buisiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8th : very intimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9th : lead to sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10th : no more d.. unless u are a pervert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So the seminar ppl suggest that the thumbs up for cpls are only till the 3rd step...n dey asked us to draw our own border line..sum ppl drew their border line at the 2nd step ther..n i thought i was conservative..shish...anyways dey showed us sum other video clips the next day...n i found one video by Nick Canon-Can I Live which they shown us to be kinda interesting...its a video the artist dedicated to his mum..if it wasnt for his mum decision to not go thru abortion at the last minute...he wudnt be alive today...so bassically the video was about the voice of those whu cant speak..babies inside wud be mum's asking for a chance to live..it was quite touching actually..though sadly the music wasnt really that good..kinda pitchy( my sis said annoying cuz of all the kids background sound inside)...but worth checking it out...expecially the video..I find it amazing that i can remember so many stuff from dis quite boring seminar..ahaha...but mostly those that i remember r in video forms..i tink i hav forgotten alot of wad d speakers said...except for some really lame jokes that oni managed to raise eyebrows..n not laffters..sad case..anyhow proud to say me n em survived the seminar wifout slping thru it...n her cousin was quite kesian actually...kinda out of place for him..cuz b4 we went to the seminar i imagine it was kinda like a adult seminar tingy..i assume em n her cousin thought so too..but there were mostly kids in the seminar...n em's cousin is 19 dis year...lolz...like sesat ther oni.. the best part was the three of us going off to watch poseidon after the seminar...kinda skipped thru sum seminar parts...hehe...it was a really nice show...kinda scary for me cuz i keep imagining wad wud happen to me if i m stuck inside a overturned ship..for a claustrophobic me..i tink i wud freak alot...there was dis character in the movie that is claustrophobic too...n she end up dead...0.0..i tink i wud not be sitting any cruise ride soon...haha...overall quite a weirdly spent monday n tuesday...the seminar kinda prove to em n me that we r not that super conservative ppl actually...there are more ppl out ther whu r super super conservative..we have found our kind in the most unlikely place..haha..ohyar what i anticipated they wil ask us to do at the camp...-repeat wif me-sex n love may seem the same but it is very different-sex is not good-...it all happened..so when other ppl were punching their hands into the air n saying those lines...me n emily was cracking up underneath the table..i m kinda psychic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114931838850966752?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/114931838850966752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=114931838850966752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/114931838850966752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/114931838850966752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/2006/06/weird-bgr-seminar.html' title='Weird BGR Seminar'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-114923403899112210</id><published>2006-06-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:43:22.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated girlpower camp post...</title><content type='html'>welll...i m a veli lazy blogger i must say...the girl power camp is so long ago d(actually 5 days ago but seems veli long d)...well here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i tink for me the 1st interesting tok is on the kanebo tok...the make up company...cuz i m really amazed by how many stuff u cam apply on ur face...n half the stuff they r toking really makes me @.@....( i have veli shallow pengetahuan on make up area...i dunno wad is for wad...) so since i m totally clueless...i find it veli interesting...n they pulled a gurl up for demonstration-umbrella gurl(i tink her name is michelle) but we(me,zj n em) call her d umbrella gurl cuz she alwiz wear umbrella type of cloths to tui( pn khairiah bm tui)..then they start puttin make up on her face...n anotha person teaching how to aply it n why we shud aply..n they transform the gal face into a more beautiful her( or so they say cuz i cant really see the diff cuz her catwalk around the hall was super fast like zoom)...n then ther was dis lady teaching us how to walk, stand n sit...i remember this=when ladies stnd u must-one leg 12 0'clock anther 2 or 10 o'clock( depends which leg u r stnding on)...then chest up stand tall...but seriously i dun tink i will ever practise that...it is so stupid...thogh to the middle of the tok i got bored d...luckily li jen pulled me out together for toilet break..i managed to survive the 1st tok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd tok-it wasnt really veli interesting but i thought the person who gave us the tok was weirdly interesting...ms dolly kee..she giv out the ancient wibes...wat wif her high wasit pants, eye brow alwiz one side up n one side down...n her elviz presley hair...den she called like around 10 ppl up to giv a lil tok on wad was her 1st impression to them..well dat was kinda funny...cuz i imagine if i m up..i wud not noe wad to say...cuz my 1st impression was...r u sure she's the one who is gonna giv us a tok on Mirror to style....(kinda bad but cudnt help it)...i want to learn how to do the elvis presley hairstyle though...but sadly she din gave a tok abt it( or did she? cuz i fell asleep halfway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd tok-totally boring tok by health lady but luckily dis time i sat wif li jen, lynn shane n yuan shuang( thx god) otherwise i wil surely slp...she gav us colorfull papers...yellow-yes, red- no, n white-i dunno...sumhow i remember li jen n her yes, no ,i dunno chant..wif the help of the paper n friends i made it thru the boring health tok wif laffters...lynn shane n yuan shang really can laff too...so we had a good time laffing...n li jen was scribbling the click 5 n sum hot guys name on a piece of paper...we were oll occupied in our own world...n the health lady was kinda in her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnaly after wat seems like ages...all the toks were over...n now for the extreme game...wasnt really extreme but definitely TIRING...they made sure the distance btween each clues were at least a few floors difference...meaning we hav to run from lower ground to 5th floor den down again n up to 3th floor...the watermelon part was hellish...we were suppose to eat watermelons using only mouth n wifout hands..i had to put my whole head inside the watermelon( seriously) n eat the watermelon up..i m not a watermelon person...i hate watermelon..luckily my teammates were all veli cooperative...it was much easier...n we were smart enuff to take the lifts rather then runing the stairs...most unfotunately we did not win...sum teams managed to finish the quest veli early...pretty amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the final part of the day was d dinner...i was kinda imagining that it wud b buffet dinner style...evybody in the hall...n theres chairs n table..but instead we end up in d cafetaria..n the dinner was packet chicken chop wif coleslow n harsh brown..it was really not enuff for me...n luckily i was not d oni wan...yuan shuang complained abt the lack of food too...then there was my teams preparation for the presentation afterwards...luckily i was given a small post in d sketch...cuz i m those type of ppl who goes up d stage n get totaly lost n panick...went back in to the hall n heard music...evybody was dancing..dat was really cool though i freaked alil cuz i seriously cant dance...li jen freaked a lil too...but luckily the music were those we were familiar with...n though i cant dance to it...at least i can sing to it...then there was dis pillow tok lady dat went down n dance wif us..dat really scare me cuz if she came to me...i will not noe wad to do...i tink i will jz move my hands simply n hope she goes away..luckily i was not d unlucky one...foong ang was the mangsa tho...n i must say she handled the dancing quite well...after that it was presentation time...enjoyed most of it...expecially the 2 minutes talent show where most talented person from each team get to show of their talent to the audience...i realised many of the camp ppl can really sing...veli well too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finnaly came to the pillow tok time..i dun remember wad they were really toking about..most of the time me n li jen was laffing over sum stuff while lying down...but i remember there was dis cool french lady wif the french accent...i have made up my mind that i will learn french one day...i tink the accent is veli unique...jz listen to how french speak...after munching on chipsmore n chatting a lil..finnaly i went ta slp...it was pretty amazing i cud slp at this camp czu the most slp i have got out of other camps n trips was 1 hour oni...but i tink all of us was pretty drained from the extreme games..anyway i slept at 2am n woke up at 5 30 am...i was woke up by li jen(but she fell back to slp...lolx..) so i tried waking li jen up again..i remembered her saying har so early b4 going back to slp again..ahh oh well..so i went ta get rdy along wif a few ppl whu managed to get their butts outta bed early like me...surprisingly, li jen did not remembered the episode..haha..i tink she was slp toking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzercise time was before breakfast...this was a ting i have dread b4 the camp..cuz seriously..my mum had taught me a lil line dancing b4 n even that i cant master...i tink i dun hav a single dancing gene in my cells..i jz get totally lost..it was pretty amazing i managed to follow up to the warming up moves...after that half of the steps she taught was transformed by me into a totally diff tingy..luckily me n li jen was stnding among the few whu were very far behind...i remember banging into ppl while dancing...lolz..surprisingly i had quite a fun time...laffing n creating my own new dance steps..it was not dat bad after all it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we hav dis sexual harresment tok by a lawyer turned air stewardess turned lawyer lady...the lady was cool n she hav class..i really respect her cuz she has dis dun mess wif me vibe...dam cool n yeng...she taught us how to deal wif ham sap ppl...n how to avoid those kinda ppl n sign them off..haha...she gave us a paper on d sexual harresment stuff but sumhow i tink i lost it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the sexual harresment tok was a tok on self defence by a chief inspector..though it was on charts n statistic form...not demonstrations as we thought it wud be..ok the tok was honestly veli boring...n evybody strted to fall aslp or were busy toking...i was abt to slp too...but then after slides after slides of charts n statistic...i began to realise dis guy did alot of effort on preparing for tis thought...n mayb he took quite a long time to do all the slides...imagine if u took so much effort n do so many stuff n nobody appreciates..he was alrdy looking pretty nervous..so my guilt took d better of me n i ended up not slping for the whole one hour...n i managed to convince li jen not to either...Still it was pretty boring, so li jen, me n Snee went on commenting abt the slides...seriously the person whu did the slides has no artistic sense...the colors mostly did not match...but it was pretty neat...but all the info on the self defence tingy i guess not many of us really remember abt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next there was dis budget savvy tok..the tok itself wasnt that interesting..wad was interesting tho was the speaker bought along her son n her husband..the 6 year old kid soon bcame the star of the day...almost evy gal began to drool over the son...including li jen...lolz...she was so obsessed in taking the pic of the kid...well i kinda kesian the son...if i m the kid i wud surely freak out n run away...wad wif so many gals shouting n wanting to take pic wif him..ahhaha...he looked a lil scare tho...n the tok ended wif us singing a song to the speaker ( shud be to the son)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came to the last tok of the day...Guy Talk..it was the most interesting tok on dis whole camp..3 'lucky dudes' were invited to be interviewed by us gals...the guys were-Alvin(engaged),Christopher(engaged) n Ron(nv engaged b4)...well they were fired wif all kinda ques on bgr..n we got a indepth look into wad d guys tink about certain issue...Chris n Alvin were both veli honest speaker...expecially Alvin..their answers were sumwhat interesting n caught our attention...However the Ron guy was kinda like too good to be true..it seems like he was promoting himself lyk dis-if it is me...i wud make sure my gf wun need to spend a single sen on a date...if it is me i wud blah blah..after awhile all his answers begun to seem like sumwhat fake...mayb it is like wad li jen said he was not engaged b4...i bet when he get involved in a relationship...he wud not be able to fulfill half of what he said...if he cud...i wud really respect him..but it seems so artificial...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seems like a short while...the camp came to an end...there was the cert n prize giving ceremony for diff categorys...then me n a few of my teammates whu was still around went to take a few pictures..i must say all my teammates were all veli supportive ppl n fun too...managed to learn alot frm them...expecially my team leader-Amylia...she was the first person i warmed up to in my team...a bubbly n talkative fella..haha..i tok alot too so i guess that was why we clicked..ahaha..n with a happy+ sad note the girl power camp ended...i tink i gained quite alot of experience from dis camp..n learnt alot of stuff..like how a gal needs to be confident...they highlight this point alot in d camp..overall it was quite a unique experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw..i had to write this twice cuz my stupid com restrted after i wrote finish my first piece on dis girlpower camp post...so glad i managed to finsih this...ahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114923403899112210?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/114923403899112210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=114923403899112210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/114923403899112210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pissed off when ppl show me lil gratitude for tings i hav...guess most of us jz expect more from others n so lil from ourselves...i tok crap alot but i seldom jz say sumting lyk dis- u really mean alot to me to my family n frens...unfamiliar word from me to type olso...well but i noe if i start givin ppl hugs n say whu u r makes a big difference to me dey will tink i got an overdosed of oprah or chicken soup for soul...nah actually is jz dat i tink dere shud be like show of appreciation to everybody whu makes u whu u are..i m more of a closed type of person i dun really share my feelings...i dun really show my feelings...i seldom like cry or shout or disagree aloud...i m jz me on d outside...i tink i feel safer dat way...d only ppl whu really see me throw tantrums, cry or show anger are my family...but still dats veli seldom...normally when i m angry i jz throw my pillows around and make my bedroom a much *better place*...my sister is more creative...she paints grafiti in her bedroom to show her anger..i m worried if i do dat...ppl will tink wad happened in d bedroom...did a 4 year old kid got trapped n he strted to draw in crayons all round d wall... i never understood art...i cant draw a simple animal properly even without guidance from a book...i drew a pig today n fong ang said it looked like a dog...oh well...so whenever theres drawing stuff i draw sumting show it to my sista...she always looks at it n drops her mouth....cant stand it n help me redraw...dats y i always show it to her...kekeke...i remember when i was in smkusj13 i failed my art n my pals wanted to help me get a few more marks to scrap a pass..but the teacher pointed at the feet n say...do u tink this is a leg?...embarrasing...hahaha....i tink i am done crapping now...got tonnes of akaun work to do but i end up writing here...but letters are better than numbers...numbers are confusing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-114837076077551221</id><published>2006-05-23T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:52:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream</title><content type='html'>Having so many test papers given out in one day makes me think...why are we learning those crappy subjects for...its not interesting...why cant we just like learn important stuff like how to avoid accidents and what to do if given certain situation...then theres creative writing...learn how to write interesting stories rather then being drown by esei questions...and mayb learn how to make a movie...or create songs...if theres this kinda school i sure will be there..Education system has made me feel stupid...i dunno bout u guys but i m not really interested to find out how food go's in ur stomache n cum out....i m more interested to make the food tasty rather than pukeyish..ohya that adds to my new education system...learn how to cook well...not d one year one time in KH...but part of the school subjects...like learn how to cook tasty lamb chop n chicken chop...n then bbq....yummm...(ok mayb we can learn dis at home but then if at school we bcum pro d we can exchange recipes n bcum a better cook) and why must the world be so complicated...we shud focus on things like eating, sleeping and having fun mar....now our system is ----&gt; get born, study hard, get good results, get good jobs, earn money den use the money to buy stuff for luxurious means...in another words so can hav fun......that system cuts down our fun by 70%....we shud hav dis system-----&gt; born, hav fun hav fun hav fun... ohh n dun ask how to get money...we dun even need money to start of with...everybody in the world shud share actually...we shud build a wajib sharing system...u got more rice u share...i got more fish i share...sounds like the system barter...but still...its better than humans head getting bigger wif useless junks information wif time n greater technology....ok i noe i m just bull shitting but still it is a very good bull shit...i guess i better stop writing now den bull shit more...so many tings to zha...but my hand is pain liao...i type dam slow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114837076077551221?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/114837076077551221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=114837076077551221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/114837076077551221'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Impossible 3&lt;br /&gt;Not bad show after all...though i never watch MI2 and MI1 before..d newspaper say dis is the best installment yet...must be gua...though a bit confusing the show...starting the time zj told me that it was abit of the previous show MI2 but then later on we watched d we oni realise it is actually showing abit of this current show's ending..make more sense cuz i was wondering how the gal die then sudenly alive again..i like dis shows director..J J Abrahms( i tink)..i love all his tv series-alias n lost altho oni hav time to watch half half of those shows episodes nia but still it is veli interesting...this MI3 kinda unpredictable...sum ppl u tink die d actually not yet die...u tink is bad guy turn out to be good guy n vice versa...so alot of suspense...it is not like those stupid show u sit at the cinema 3 minutes d den u noe whu is gonna kill whu...waste money type of show..one ting tho d movie din show much on other characters...jz like flip thru them...mostly all about tom cruise nia..so din get to show much of their talents those other actors n actresses...but the show got real emotional at the behind part lo...ethan cried...but we din cry lah...the penontons..n the show is quite long...but not the oh god please end the show kinda long...is those interesting and satisfying those kinda happy endings...after the hero dodges thousands of bullets n dozens of bombs like they always do...den is back to home sweet home n we r happy family again...so cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's The Man&lt;br /&gt;My sis managed to convince dad to buy this vcd...her frens said d show is kinda funny...so once we managed to bought the vcd ...we immediately went to watch the show..ok the beginning was not bad...about this gal(Viola) whu wants to enter her schools boys soccer team( bcuz the gal team got cut due to lack of member)..however the couch+ the boys team laughed at her and said that thers no way gals can play better than guys( typical gal discrimination)..so her brother was about to transfer to this new school but his band was also tied to a concert trip to london...So Viola den disguised herself brother n enter his school to try out at the soccer team to prove that she cud play jz as well as any other guys(typical)...n tada she manages to do so...though kinda funny the show but still...its kinda freaky that Viola manages to really transform into a boy worse still into those weirdo geeky type...veli veli scary...though on the plus side there are alot of good looking guys and gals in the movie...too bad this vcd is real cacat...dam blur and halfway to the show we see a shadow walking down the cinema...dam stupid...this is wad the vcd cover reads...- everybody has a secret.... Duke wants Olivia who likes Sebastian who is really Viola whose brother is dating Monique so she hates OLivia who's with Duke to make Sebastian jealous who is really Viola who's crushing on Duke who thinks she's a guy-...see finish d @.@ rite...lucky i watched the show b4 i look at the vcd cover(cuz din realise)... the long n veli confusing sentense jz sums up wad the show is about...funny and delightfull show...though not veli good...it is quite entertaining...especially wif those cool and hot dudes and gals in the show...watch n eat kuaci at the same time or can get abit boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114768685631122269?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/114768685631122269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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went</title><content type='html'>so much for sayin all that want to buy present n bla bla...so on sunday we went ta one utama...the first thing there then i remembered i forgoten to bring money...my sis gave me the u so useless look( jz dis morning she reminded me to bring lui)...so had ta pinjam frm dad first...me n my sis like lost cow dunno wad to buy...flowers my sis say wana buy but i never see wats the use is flower...buy d then layu...so useless...n evybody buyin so must special abit mar..n mum was looking at us so we feel dam pai sei oso...dunno why...so we sambil jalan then sambil go wif mum...sudenly mum saw this shirt she like...so we wana buy...mana tau den my mum say not nice d...at first happy then back to searching presents...then we went ta a necklace shop...asked mum wat she want...she said she want the necklace...a big necklace those orang asli type but in d nice way lar...mana tau wana buy the time my mum noticed got dis crack ther...zha dou oni me n my sis...so end up the fella gotta call the other place ppl to reserve the orang asli necklace so next time we came...the present gao dim...though have to postpone the mothers day gift...so dat was one happy postpone mothers day...n jz realised the berrys when got all these days type they dun sell one slice cakes...they sell sum weirdo strawberry cake tingy..veli ugly decorations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114767496439939149?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/114767496439939149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27409068&amp;postID=114767496439939149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27409068/posts/default/114767496439939149'/><link 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cousins day n uncles day...birthdays are the only buisness we celebrate normally in dis family...seeing how comercialised all these days days has bcum...but still tomolo i feel like i wana do sumting special...mayb cuz i m too free or mayb cuz its kinda like separa after test...went ta sunway pyramid yesterday...wanted to grab a chocalate box for mah mum...but it was very expensive...i wudnt mind spending rm20++ to 35++ but rm20 for 4 pieces of chocalate...@.@... i tink i wud end up asking my mum put it for decoration..so i thought i wud rather buy a much practical present...plan ta go out taday...but still din manage to buy anything nice...so my mood kinda jz flatten...untill jz at 4pm...hw asked me for ideas to write a poem for her mum...wow...dat sounds like a pretty good idea...so i tink mayb i wud rite a poem...hehehe...best give i tink...n a small present mayb...later gona grab one..i will post my poem n how it all went on mother day tomolo...hehe...&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>-ev-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715015445327623825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27409068.post-114749711875305856</id><published>2006-05-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:11:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sum poem</title><content type='html'>well since no time to post anything and my page is getting a lil boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, a delicate rose&lt;br /&gt;Cared and nurtured&lt;br /&gt;By the wistful gardener&lt;br /&gt;With sunlit days and watered grounds&lt;br /&gt;Attention it gets from passerbys&lt;br /&gt;Admired and looked upon&lt;br /&gt;By overshadowed weeds and trees&lt;br /&gt;Who once had such a glory&lt;br /&gt;As they witness slowly&lt;br /&gt;How it withers and dies&lt;br /&gt;To the dismay of admirers&lt;br /&gt;They wept and mourn for it’s lose&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing what lost was just beauty&lt;br /&gt;As it roots and substance stays&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the leaves of trees&lt;br /&gt;Nurturing the sons of weeds&lt;br /&gt;As you see…&lt;br /&gt;Love never dies&lt;br /&gt;It lives from our father’s father&lt;br /&gt;Reaching beyond our ancestor’s grip&lt;br /&gt;The color of life it winds…&lt;br /&gt;The hard grounds it fed&lt;br /&gt;With the sorrow tears of rain&lt;br /&gt;And thus the tale of lives unfold&lt;br /&gt;Signifying the power of love&lt;br /&gt;And the many forms it appears….&lt;br /&gt;How it blind us fools of love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114749711875305856?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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was never one to be open about my life...but still wad harm cud it be for me to start one...so wad the heck...i might as well try...today at skewl was jz as normal as cud be...starting the day quite fairly well except the fact that whenever i get out from the car to walk into schul...my specs gets all misty n i look extremely weird plus i cant see anything...extremely frustrating and it happens every morning...argh...hate it alot...always make me start my day with an angry note...then went ta canteen after a short while saw fong ang walkin in with the book on top of her head forever there...wondering wats wrong with her head...then she took of the book...saw that she had changed her hairstyle...was pretty cool...like those 70's rock band type where people jz rock their head n jz shake their hair like its meant to be ripped off the head...though she seemed pretty depressed...expecially when i say it looks like jagung...( the shape)...she wasnt pretty thrilled to hear dat...judging by how she wanted to whack me with that thick fizik book...went in the class...wanted to do my accounts homework...got one big load ther...but ended up sleeping in class cuz was dam bored...wondered where was zheng joo though...thought she ponteng n jz yesterday she asked me to cum to schul...yet she wasnt there the next day...then she suddently appeared at 8 30am...smiling there only..apparently she slept too much n woke up too late...kinda rajin of her to wake up at 7 30 and still cum to schul...if i'm the one whu woke up late...i would continue sleeping  rather than cum to schul...then talk in class till i went down for early recess....was very happy to see the uncle there making the ramli burger...means the ramli burger is hot...after awhile wasnt that thrilled d...cuz dam slow the making ramli burger progress...n i only have ten minutes...there were rows of ramli burgers there...made me all the more hungry...waited for a long 10 minutes till i finnaly got my burger...very slow service..ended up i came late to koperasi...got abit of warning...haiz...thanks to the uncle whu took 10 minutes to make 3 burgers...after recess things just got back to normal mode again...talking at class kena scolding by teacher...n den wait slowly for the time to pass by n end....like dead fish d...finnaly only the bell rang...went back home wif a veli veli happy heart...managed to whack both hsiao yinn n hui wen...n ran back to mum's car...well at least theres abit of exercise towards d end in schul...a day just like everyday...-ev-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27409068-114656470321780770?l=weirdnlost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdnlost.blogspot.com/feeds/114656470321780770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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