<?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-22279465</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:59:39.576+08:00</updated><category term='ex-best friend'/><category term='eyebrow threading'/><title type='text'>UMA'S BLOG.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8854990115981544102</id><published>2010-10-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:04:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School :( and shopping :)</title><content type='html'>The much dreaded school is gonna start tomorrow, new class, new people, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was already planning on what to wear for the week and stuff and i chanced upon the stuff my friend Nasri was selling, and i really liked a pair of topsiders he was selling. So i asked him to come over to my house to try it on. It was $110 though, mom wasn't very happy about it but i'm happy. A new pair of shoes to wear to school, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TLL4qL92MaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/CpVBRqWGf94/s1600/P1150011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TLL4qL92MaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/CpVBRqWGf94/s320/P1150011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once school starts, i hope to do better than last semester. Although i'm quite satisfied with the results i got for last semester, i could always do better. I never really ever wanted to have a job to do with the IT sector, but since i'm already here, why not give it my best shot right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now...am i looking forward to school?...uhm...if it's for the purpose of showing off the new bags and shoes i got during the holidays then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also achieved something i've never achieved before, which was to finish reading Harry Potter!!! Although i was a little sad that there wasn't gonna be any continuation to the story...oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past two months were the best months of my holiday life because i went shopping nearly everyday and bought new stuff for myself on every trip, so apparently i'm very happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i saw these bags that i liked and i couldn't make up my mind as to which bag i liked better so i bought both! So i was double happy that night. But after that i've been having a phobia to look at bags in shops now because seriously, i have too many bag already. Maybe i should use them more, bring them to school perhaps. One bag per day hehe. So i have a Monday bag a Tuesday bag a Wednesday bag and a Thursday bag. No school on Fridays! Even when i go out with my mom, she pulls me in the arm away from the shop when she spots a bag shop. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i also bought 3 pairs of shoes in a single day while i went to Bugis to get my PP poster printed. Then a few weeks later i sit down wondering why i'm so broke and where all my money had gone -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since Deepavali is nearing, i have an excuse to follow my mom out and buy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays i came up with a new habit of writing down whatever i spent my money on, that way i actually know what i'l done with my money. And it actually sorta helps you to save. Well it helps me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since i already got those blue shoes today i'll forget about getting myself a pair of pink high cut converse shoes. But i still want a pair of pink converse shoes so i will buy it next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope i have a good 15 weeks of school before the next long holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8854990115981544102?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8854990115981544102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=8854990115981544102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8854990115981544102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8854990115981544102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-and-shopping.html' title='School :( and shopping :)'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TLL4qL92MaI/AAAAAAAABZQ/CpVBRqWGf94/s72-c/P1150011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1446414804304043369</id><published>2010-10-09T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T02:09:15.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superior race?</title><content type='html'>The other day i was at this food court, and i ordered food, which was self-service. So after i ordered, the guy asked me to come back and collect my food after 5 mins. So after a 5mins wait, i went back to collect my food. I had to walk from my table, to the stall 15 meters away and walk back another 15 meters to consume my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was already divulging into my creamy mushroom soup and some toasted garlic bread, a Caucasian teen, about my age went to order at the same stall i ordered my food at. She came back to her seat with her sister/cousin, who was just sitting at the table in front of me. Apparently she was asked to wait for her food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her food was delivered to her. By the same guy i placed my order from. Hmm....maybe i didn't look like the kind of person he would want to break the self-service rule to...hmm....i wondered...was it because...they were Caucasian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i heard from my friend too, one day the MRT staff told off a group of Asian people drinking/eating the the station. And just right there were two Caucasian men enjoying some sandwiches. The MRT staff just nodded at them....hmm....maybe they were friends with the staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed with my own two eyes. When i'm in a store, and when there happens to be a western person in the store, they get better treatment. So we, as&amp;nbsp;Asians&amp;nbsp;are obliged to just accept that we aren't as important as the white race. Hmm...i'm not buying into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note! I went out with Nuha and Atiqa yesterday and they took the awesomest pictures of me anyone has ever taken so here goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9Z_l4r9JI/AAAAAAAABYU/rgAFhZp-HNk/s1600/IMG_7475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9Z_l4r9JI/AAAAAAAABYU/rgAFhZp-HNk/s320/IMG_7475.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bHaQQ6JI/AAAAAAAABYY/o2MHzX0QQ2U/s1600/IMG_7487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bHaQQ6JI/AAAAAAAABYY/o2MHzX0QQ2U/s320/IMG_7487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bZsTiPvI/AAAAAAAABYk/2OhcLFzde3g/s320/IMG_7492.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bg93BrrI/AAAAAAAABYo/jj7CVz8rgjY/s1600/IMG_7575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bg93BrrI/AAAAAAAABYo/jj7CVz8rgjY/s320/IMG_7575.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;George Clooney is running after my hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bqZ5KQcI/AAAAAAAABYs/TeUaVJtGxtU/s1600/IMG_7577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bqZ5KQcI/AAAAAAAABYs/TeUaVJtGxtU/s320/IMG_7577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bxz8HnaI/AAAAAAAABYw/G_LPicEjSc0/s1600/IMG_7594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bxz8HnaI/AAAAAAAABYw/G_LPicEjSc0/s320/IMG_7594.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9bzv_cghI/AAAAAAAABY0/pHn-Do4M7GU/s1600/IMG_7611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cLco30OI/AAAAAAAABZA/awWrFtkvaMk/s1600/IMG_7643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cLco30OI/AAAAAAAABZA/awWrFtkvaMk/s320/IMG_7643.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cVWiGnQI/AAAAAAAABZI/gFEVsgb22eM/s1600/Uma1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cVWiGnQI/AAAAAAAABZI/gFEVsgb22eM/s320/Uma1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this better than the coloured one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cWzytFqI/AAAAAAAABZM/4QWmTNpcbpI/s1600/UmaPage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cWzytFqI/AAAAAAAABZM/4QWmTNpcbpI/s320/UmaPage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cRq_JE0I/AAAAAAAABZE/t9ziOnm57SU/s1600/IMG_7653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9cRq_JE0I/AAAAAAAABZE/t9ziOnm57SU/s320/IMG_7653.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;The three of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Isn't it great when you like pictures of you taken voluntarily? They were the ones who actually asked me to pose for the camera! I didn't ask them to take pictures of me! Hehehehe i loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1446414804304043369?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1446414804304043369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1446414804304043369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1446414804304043369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1446414804304043369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2010/10/superior-race.html' title='Superior race?'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TK9Z_l4r9JI/AAAAAAAABYU/rgAFhZp-HNk/s72-c/IMG_7475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3658494743409096101</id><published>2010-10-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:04:03.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthiran</title><content type='html'>So i just came back after watching the latest Tamil movie, Enthiran. It's the first tamil movie that i would say is awesome. All other tamil movies i've watched haven't really impressed me, mostly due to their fighting scenes. They have the ability to become better then superman or hancock when they're fighting.&lt;br /&gt;But Enthiran was friggin awesome! Although i didn't really get the humor in some parts because i don't understand the dialects, and by the time i finish reading the subtitles it's not funny anymore -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in 3 days times I'll be having my Professional Profiling evaluation, where i have to print my poster out in an A1 sized paper and present to a panel of 3 judges. Nervous TTM! I hope i'll pull it off well. So i'll be heading down to NAFA in the morning tomorrow to print out the posters. Hope it doesn't burn a hole in my purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some wonderful manicure and pedicure down. Very happy with them!!! My nails are red with silver glitter on the top and my toe nails are plain dark green. Wish i could go and have manicures and pedicures done every month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TKia1aGxbtI/AAAAAAAABYM/21n3DwytlCE/s1600/P1140606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TKia1aGxbtI/AAAAAAAABYM/21n3DwytlCE/s320/P1140606.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TKia9UhqPhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/oxsk4S9yIt0/s1600/P1140626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TKia9UhqPhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/oxsk4S9yIt0/s320/P1140626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-3658494743409096101?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3658494743409096101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=3658494743409096101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3658494743409096101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3658494743409096101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2010/10/enthiran.html' title='Enthiran'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/TKia1aGxbtI/AAAAAAAABYM/21n3DwytlCE/s72-c/P1140606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-4995744685309067373</id><published>2010-09-24T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:43:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 12:34am</title><content type='html'>Hi. Decided to post something and glanced the clock and it was 12.34am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice time to start, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Ok no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day was &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;boring as usual. But i would rather have holidays than to go to school, which is in another part of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes students say they want the holidays when it's school time and they wanna go to school when it's holidays. Well i think that's bullshit. When you don't like going to school, you don't like it. Period. But there's always space in your heart to like/love the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i haven't been doing much with my life lately. I mean, using this 2 months holiday, i could actually use the time to work out and lose some weight but my butt insists on sitting in front of my laptop wasting away my time. Gotta listen to your butt don't you. I'll never be a&amp;nbsp;committed weight loser. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ok not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks of holidays left. OH NOOOOO time is passing wayyy too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is the fastest year i'm experiencing, i hope you agree with me. Don't you think so? I mean, i could remember January like it was like last month! or maybe 3 months ago. Sometimes i get a little surprised and confused when i notice it's already the 9th month of 2010. And in 3 months time it would be 2011. And in a year's time after that it's &lt;s&gt;the end of the world&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;time for me to get a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-4995744685309067373?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4995744685309067373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=4995744685309067373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4995744685309067373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4995744685309067373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-1234am.html' title='It&apos;s 12:34am'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-4226898966933202422</id><published>2010-09-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:29:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is blogging still IN?</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering if blogging is still in. It used to be very popular about 4 - 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't see much people giving much attention to blogs now :/&lt;br /&gt;I mean, now, with social networking sites like facebook, and twitter, is there still a need to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is for you to blog on-the-go. So is there still really a need to have &amp;nbsp;a blog? Because your pictures and new experiences, or whatever that happened to you could be found out via facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now facebook seems like it's virtually everything. It's something you even see oldies using....not like friendster, which was mostly only filled with teenagers trying to look cool...I was one of them hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will this blog get popular if i regularly post interesting topics and pictures? Of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-4226898966933202422?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4226898966933202422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=4226898966933202422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4226898966933202422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4226898966933202422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-blogging-still-in.html' title='Is blogging still IN?'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-822939184405164852</id><published>2010-09-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:21:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought put into this, I've finally decided to blog frequently, just like how it used to be previously(which was more than a year ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how i slowly started to stop blogging, but i just did. You might be thinking why i should put "much thought" into blogging, but it's just me who is thinking so you can stop worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERMAINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i need to get used to blogging again because i kinda forgot the "flow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THIS IS FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY GERMAINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hope to see me again soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-822939184405164852?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/822939184405164852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=822939184405164852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=28232197001&amp;amp;playerId=271548504&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg this was out a month ago and i didn't even knowwwww :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and youtube doesn't even allow me to watch it cuz its NOT AVAILABLE IN MY COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE YOU GO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-7432233532873504051?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/08/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SnZLe61WAVI/AAAAAAAABWY/V41sKGyBdHA/s72-c/procrastination1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6908026553849219263</id><published>2009-07-25T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:48:45.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so lame</title><content type='html'>omg just read a few of my previous posts. all the way back to 2-3 years ago. so lame. i feel like deleting them lololol. ok, i shall keep. they were my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i blogged wayyy too much. too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6908026553849219263?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6908026553849219263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6908026553849219263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6908026553849219263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6908026553849219263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-lame.html' title='so lame'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5754054775278741745</id><published>2009-07-23T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:12:02.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed pissed pissed</title><content type='html'>like as if i'm already not pissed enough, the fucker i have for a facilitator pissed me off even more today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i was already not in a very good mood cuz someone kept giving me negative comments which iwould rather turn a deaf ear to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then, today, i had that bitch make me even more pissed that i wanted to show her who the real bitch is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so all i did was present my part of the presentation, and you seemed fine with it. and then you wanted to see the slides one by one, and why, you only had to criticize MY slide? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, i noticed, i noticed you never liked me in the first place. you never ever bothered eye contact with me for more than 1.5 second. why? scared of me? or am i too ugly for your liking? then why teach? we only ever had a proper conversation through the journal shit. you only seems to give me good comments for the past 11 weeks, which i could count with the fingers in one hand. and when i ever gave my comments right in front of you, you always criticized. always. so am i that bad? no. i'm not. its just you, you don't like me. but do i give a fuck? no, i don't. i only bother to attend your lessons cuz its for my own good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if given the choice, i would rather watch someone poop than seeing you, cuz you are so degrading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so back to what happened 5hours ago, i presented, and she told me i wasn't relevant AT ALL. did she look at me when saying it? no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she just looked at the screen and asked why it was there. i was explaining, she looked at me for 0.01second? hey, i can't be bothered to answer your crap if you don't bother to acknowledge me. i'm just answering for the sake of my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad my friend feels the same way about her too! so glad. i thought i was the only one being jeopardized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to slam my fists on her table hard and leave the classroom. i would have fucking beat the shit out of her if she was just a bitch on the streets making me feel small. but doesn't that make me look just like an equal to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just because you have higher authority doesn't mean you're always right, and you can make others feel small. using it the wrong way can also make you a total loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i want to say is, FUCK YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never seem to be satisfied with anything, do you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EAT THIS BITCH. i don't give a shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and don't no one dare get on my nerves again, you're probably gonna see the bad side of me which haven't been seen for quite awhile. watch your words. don't think that just because i keep quiet, you can go on and on. soon, you won't even have me to talk to, cuz i would have left your sorry life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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pissed'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1310322833336564677</id><published>2009-07-23T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:24:59.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>the internet is getting pretty much boring nowadays which is = to my life is boring. my life revolves around the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school now sitting beside two gamers and we have not started our powerpoint yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just having this can't-be-bothered attitude now. i don't really care about anyone's comments or stories. except of course my darling Germs:) i wish we were in the same school so we could meet everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my friend at home is my grandmama. she seems to always bring up the story of me running away. its a joke to her. haha. like when i'm telling her about where i went on a certain day and stuff she would be like "so are you gonna leave the house at 1am later? HAHAHA" lol, it makes me laugh too. i was surprised she wasn't shocked or dissappointed when i told her about it. now she calls me a little pig. if i turn a deaf ear then she calls me Baby. HAHA anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh, in school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED to meet Nanee later, but she blatantly forgot -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i miss her and the other TRU babes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want pictures? later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1310322833336564677?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1310322833336564677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1310322833336564677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1310322833336564677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6958655093410138717</id><published>2009-07-07T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:08:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army of Uma</title><content type='html'>ok so apparently i'm sad cuz i've lost my old link:(&lt;br /&gt;but i had to do it! what happeneed was some (asshole) from my family got hold of my blog and went to complain to my mom about the kinds of pictures(?) and words i post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like...WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY PICTURES? its not like i post up porno up on my blog! and my mom demanded me to delete it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way am i gonna delete my blog of three years. so i decided to change my link. after some gruesome torturous thoughts which killed half of my brasin cells, i finally came up with armyofuma. actually i wanted it to be uma's army but i couldn't use the aprostophe so i changed it to armyofuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom won't tell me who complained to her. but i have a very strong feeling that it was one of my family memebers(whom i don't even talk to) who added me on Facebook. and i have the link to my blog in my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now linked that part to &lt;a href="http://killerjo.net/"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, armyofuma still sounds stupid to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't this supposed to be a place for freedom of speech? this is MY blog, i can even post up a nude picture of myself if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry, i'm not gonna scare you :) (and i'll never be doind that unless i become a pornstar, which i think will never happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div 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Uma'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-117425251163096520</id><published>2009-07-05T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:14:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOG, I POST WHATEVER I WANT</title><content type='html'>this is MY blog, i can post whatever shit i want in here, complaining to my mom about the words i use isn't gonna scare me into deleting my blog away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S MINE, I DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does it concern you? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does it affect you in any way? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does it affect me? apparently not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so stop bothering :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-117425251163096520?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/117425251163096520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8741290947579138573</id><published>2009-06-16T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:11:35.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HILARIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7P1l0FoX6e0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7P1l0FoX6e0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3578465093226319834</id><published>2009-06-15T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:05:25.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking annoying</title><content type='html'>its really extremely fucking annoying that RP uses laptop for every single thing and i feel like fucking shit when my laptop isn't working properly because i can't do my work properly FUCK. i hate this. now i would MUCH rather prefer studying with a fucking piece of paper and pen rather than this fucking dickhole lapshit that i have FUCK. i don't even feel like going to school now because of my lapshit. FUCK. am i seriously even going to make it to the second year? FUCK. i feel like UGH i feel like dying now cuz my life is going nowhere FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-3578465093226319834?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3578465093226319834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=3578465093226319834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3578465093226319834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3578465093226319834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-annoying.html' title='fucking annoying'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3868698987101483204</id><published>2009-06-11T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:08:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time conscious.</title><content type='html'>today, my grandma woke me up at 6:58:42am to ask me go get her injection. she injected herself and ordered me to throw it away into the dustbin. i walked to the dustbin sleepily. then, i fell asleep again at 7:13:36am. then, my grandma woke me up again to ask me turn on the radio. so i lazily got up at 7:15:14am to go on the radio and got back to sleep again at 7:27:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally woke up at 10:15:26am. i was still sleep but i couldn't sleep anymore. i made my bed at 10:17:02am. we went to watch TV. then i went to take my shower at 1:45:30pm. it was a nice long shower which lasted for 30.54mins. then, i got dressed to bring my grandma to the polyclinic for her dressing. we left at 2:37:17pm. then we took the taxi at 2:45:50pm. then blablabla then i got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i left my house again at 4:15:19pm. i walked to the bus stop. then at 4:22:42pm, a teenage girl wearing the Swensens uniform came to the bus stop. she smiled at me, i didn't know her. so i politely smiled back. then she sat facing me. then, at 4:25:55pm, she came and sat beside me and asked me for 5cents. i said i didn't have any but i did have 10cents. so she smiled at me because she wanted 5cents from me. so, i gave her my 10cents and she gave me 5cents. so, at 4:26:30pm, i became 5cents poorer. then, in about 8.29mins, the bus came. i boarded the bus. the journey to tampines took about 30.56mins. then, i met Dora and Shirlyn. we had yoghurt at Frolick. it was nice. then, we left the place at about 5:51:33pm. then we walked around the three malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirlyn spent alot. then, at 7:49:21pm, we took bus 81 to go home. the journey took us about 22.44mins. i alighted at the same stop as shirlyn and walked back home. the walk was exactly 8mins. i reached home at 8:21:36pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlkvkzJI/AAAAAAAABWE/CwZVHy6DXtY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071370858286226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlkvkzJI/AAAAAAAABWE/CwZVHy6DXtY/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlfUE9lI/AAAAAAAABV8/PAcuduF9ZQQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071369400776274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlfUE9lI/AAAAAAAABV8/PAcuduF9ZQQ/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPla0d1VI/AAAAAAAABV0/B1vogJxRUnE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071368194446674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPla0d1VI/AAAAAAAABV0/B1vogJxRUnE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlKKXOII/AAAAAAAABVs/F935qBZkYuc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071363722885250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlKKXOII/AAAAAAAABVs/F935qBZkYuc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPk8Yq5oI/AAAAAAAABVk/wp4ktu4UwNM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071360024798850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPk8Yq5oI/AAAAAAAABVk/wp4ktu4UwNM/s400/1.jpg" 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/22279465-3868698987101483204?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3868698987101483204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=3868698987101483204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3868698987101483204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3868698987101483204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-conscious.html' title='time conscious.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjEPlkvkzJI/AAAAAAAABWE/CwZVHy6DXtY/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-7208561381183478227</id><published>2009-06-11T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:45:44.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan :(</title><content type='html'>exactly one year ago i was in Japan and i miss it soooo much i wanna go back there ARGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;retarded:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjCZ8agAhvI/AAAAAAAABVc/utwBrtRNcVM/s1600-h/Uma..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345942020873553650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjCZ8agAhvI/AAAAAAAABVc/utwBrtRNcVM/s400/Uma..jpg" 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/22279465-7208561381183478227?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7208561381183478227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=7208561381183478227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7208561381183478227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7208561381183478227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/06/japan.html' title='Japan :('/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SjCZ8agAhvI/AAAAAAAABVc/utwBrtRNcVM/s72-c/Uma..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8467738052353138013</id><published>2009-05-27T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:55:54.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOINK</title><content type='html'>yalkanomphkohmjongjingthaes!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hun kin youe meigh timh nahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIAGHHHHHHH komninah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thigny lam yimayama.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG-GONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariakerkarnamenanor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8467738052353138013?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8018545981699390244</id><published>2009-05-19T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:08:39.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell did i do to you? at least show some respect by replying my text please. oh, what a coward. i was the one who texted you about hanging out. i know you're ignoring me. i'm not stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8018545981699390244?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8018545981699390244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=8018545981699390244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8018545981699390244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8018545981699390244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hell-did-i-do-to-you-at-least-show.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8026302833540861908</id><published>2009-05-13T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:49:18.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Technology Sucks</title><content type='html'>ok where do i start, it just sucks ok! i had to wait for 2fucking minutes for this damn page to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it just reduces ALL of our patience by 99.9%. my brain almost explodes when the website i wanna go to is taking forever to load or it comes out as "page cannot be displayed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology is the reason why most of us (i) did badly for my exams. it probably the reason why i'm afraid to have a REAL social life, cuz i'mm too used to the "social network" i have on the internet. i'm just sick of the internet already. oh god please invent something more interesting. everything in this world is turning boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because your face is so hooked onto your phone you don't even know you stepped on dog poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because you don't have the patience for practically ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because you want all the lastest gadgets and guess what, you don't have the money to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because ....just fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because the relationship between you and your boyfriend is almost virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because when i did a foot-long reflection essay on MS word, the window just closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because windows vista sucks cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because its making my eyesight worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because i can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the internet because its ran out of interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because my whole school runs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because i get lost in class when my laptop is being an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck my laptop because its slow. FUCKING SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck online chat rooms because it wasted half of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because it made me fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because conferencing with friends made me do badly in my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the internet cuz it taught me vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because a time machine isn't invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because i'm utterly confused when hanging out with extremely tech-savvy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because my iTouch only has 124 songs and idk what to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology cuz i haven't downloaded any appilcations to my iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology cuz i have to pay to download the applications i want into my iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology cuz it destroys the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because whatever stuff you make to save the planet destroys the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail technology because i can still keep in touch with my friends after we're seperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck photoshop because fakes beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because a sucker i don't care about keeps texting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because when you get a text, you're hoping its from someone and then....you're disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck technology because i have no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is basically why i'm fucking technology right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8026302833540861908?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8026302833540861908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=8026302833540861908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8026302833540861908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8026302833540861908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-technology-sucks.html' title='Why Technology Sucks'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5696430974617378853</id><published>2009-05-11T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:57:03.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipped School</title><content type='html'>i skipped school today for the first time in my life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xylia and i were actually on our way to school when i told her that i didn't feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo she said she was totally fine with skipping school herself so we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took bus 5 to far east plaze and are now at subway. been here for the past almost 2hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT3D1-ozI/AAAAAAAABVQ/IfbO-1kmpVo/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT3D1-ozI/AAAAAAAABVQ/IfbO-1kmpVo/s400/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394857777439538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT23sQPFI/AAAAAAAABVI/TFcrQcwB1Tc/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT23sQPFI/AAAAAAAABVI/TFcrQcwB1Tc/s400/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394854515424338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT2tzHfZI/AAAAAAAABVA/JvXDha1F-PE/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT2tzHfZI/AAAAAAAABVA/JvXDha1F-PE/s400/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394851859856786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT2Wh3KKI/AAAAAAAABU4/4wQ-eCdyxPY/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT2Wh3KKI/AAAAAAAABU4/4wQ-eCdyxPY/s400/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334394845613467810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw!! i turned se7enteen a week ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5696430974617378853?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5696430974617378853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5696430974617378853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5696430974617378853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5696430974617378853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/05/skipped-school.html' title='Skipped School'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SgeT3D1-ozI/AAAAAAAABVQ/IfbO-1kmpVo/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3843728598986914190</id><published>2009-04-25T22:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:10:11.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SfMkND7vv5I/AAAAAAAABS8/G5NsgG1B7ec/s1600-h/P1100253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328642590922227602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SfMnWopgsuI/AAAAAAAABUY/6rddDorGqzU/s400/P1100379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm almost back. i've never blogged for so long i even forgot how to upload photos. i had to look around for about 5seconds LAUGHOUTLOUD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lazy to type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, did ya'll miss me???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-3843728598986914190?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3843728598986914190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=3843728598986914190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3843728598986914190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3843728598986914190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SfMkND7vv5I/AAAAAAAABS8/G5NsgG1B7ec/s72-c/P1100253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-4121736057902172941</id><published>2009-04-25T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:43:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-4121736057902172941?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4121736057902172941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=4121736057902172941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4121736057902172941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4121736057902172941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6988130694274108137</id><published>2009-02-14T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:22:37.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Chris Brown Attacked Rihanna</title><content type='html'>They got in the car right, and Chris wanted 2 pull over to "Take Her Down" but Rihanna said "Shut Up and Drive" So he got tight cuz he didnt get any in "Forever". He tried 2 cut the radio off and she grabbed his hand sayin "Please Dont Stop The Music." This nigga Chris tried to act all "Super Human" and push her shyt away and cut it off anyway. so she picked up an "Umbrella" and tried 2 hit him and he said "Gimme That." Then she bragged about how "Unfaithful" she was and this nigga said "YOOO" n spazzed out n tried to choke her so she could have "No Air" now she gotta go 2 "Rehab".And now she has "Disturbia" from Chris Brown slapping her from "Wall To Wall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i thought this was really funny and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk who came up with this, i got it off a myspace bulletin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6988130694274108137?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6988130694274108137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6988130694274108137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6988130694274108137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6988130694274108137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-chris-brown-attacked-rihanna.html' title='Why Chris Brown Attacked Rihanna'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-551644373143289551</id><published>2009-02-14T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:49:41.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeved.</title><content type='html'>i don't fucking understand the problem of people who like to complain about people when they themselves aren't good enough in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get me in trouble? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a fuck if you're gonna complain to the higher authorities about me being rude t you or fucksoever. afterall, i didn't do nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently, i'm MAD with this soon-to-be supervisor. she herself DOES NOT show the best example, she talks on the freakin phone ALL the time she works, and she only comes to work when she FEELS like it. the reason why she's on the run to be supervisor is because her so-called "god-father" is the manager of the company. biased? OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder if she has split personality cuz one second she'd be screaming her shit out and the next she'll be laughing her shit out. crazy? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened was i was working today right, and there were to cashiers. (i've been a cashier for 2weeks already) so there weren't much people at our store so what i did was to go to the other cashier and chat with her and of course help her to put the customers' stuff into the plastic bags. besides, the queue wasn't even long so of course i'm not to be blamed for ANYTHING. i did NOTHING wrong. so i was standing at this cashier register for about an hour or so and also helping when customers came. then that *i can't think of her suitable name for her* came. (lets call her Rabbit. so she went something like "Uma why aren't you at your register" and i don't really favour her too much but i've never shown it. so i replied something like "the queue is not long so i'm standing here helping to put items in the bag" then she asked me to go to my register and i was like WHY SHOULD I? i'm doing nothing wrong. then she said this "ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU DON'T WANNA GO TO YOUR REGISTER" so i got mad and said in my nicest way possible, "no, i'm just standing here helping Nanee, not long queue what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went off, and i KNEW she went to complain to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right, next minute, manager came, asked me go to my register. i obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS MAD. i walked to my register, folded my arms, and looked straight. i guess i did look very pissed cuz a few people noticed, including Rabbit. then one of the service staff was telling the manager that i did NOTHING wrong, and he replied "please don't make my job miserable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!? (he and Rabbit are ex bf/gf) course he'd stick up for Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Nanee told me, EH RELAX AH! so i did look pissed but i wasn't trying to show anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rabbit came to me and said "you got nothing to do right, go help..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shut her up by saying "no, Nanee's going home soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she walked away, then she came back, and the other staff weren't there, only me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course i didn't bother looking at her, my arms were still crossed. then she asked me if i was unhappy about what happened. i wanted to ignore, but i replied with a Yes.&lt;br /&gt;she asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to do was ask her to shut the fuck up and mind her own business. i did not want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something made me, so i rattled off " ITS NOT THAT I'M NOT DOING MY JOB WHAT, I WAS JUST..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're not saying you're not doing your job, its just that there's cctv camera inside and its not very nice seeing you just standing around", she told with the fakest smile i've ever seen in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, SO SHALL I POSE LIKE A SUPERMODEL NEXT TIME? WILL IT LOOK NICER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M WONDERING IF IT LOOKS VERY NICE IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH YOUR BF ON YOUR CELLPHONE ALL THE SECOND YOU'RE WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scream that back to her, and she was looking at me as if expecting a respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SIMPLY IGNORED, DIDN'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE HER BY EYE CONTACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care if you're the god daughter or shit daughter of anyone. don't fucking come to me and help me find problems. i have alot, thank you very much for your generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now going on to customers..............................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've met alot of losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE EVEN COMPLAINED ABOUT THE PLASTIC BAGS WE USE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was one white trash guy who, with his filipino-looking gf, coming up to me and checking the prices of all the items he wanted to purchase. i was totally fine with it, then he started to complain about the prices missing on most of the items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS PISSED, because i was the one who put all the prices of the items for the WHOLE store just three weeks ago. again, I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME I DIDN'T DO MY JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he asked me why, then i said its because there was a price change not very long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he replied "Oh so does that mean you just leave the items like that without their prices?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to spit into his face. FUCK YOU MAN, its not an easy job doing that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you like to help us do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its best if i ignore people i'm mad at, cuz if i start to open my mouth....................i'd probably get a blow to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh, i ignored him. i didn't know cute ang mohs can be until so .........UGH, go fuck yourself and your gf ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even asked me the difference between two COMPLETELY same items. the only difference was their colour. he checked the price right, and i said they were the same. and he asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE THEY THE SAME PRICE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cuz they're the same items"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, this one looks bigger to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's your fucking problem, don't bother me, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know people can be so fucking stupid! now i wonder how many cashiers have sweared at me after serving me. i can be a difficult customer ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-551644373143289551?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/551644373143289551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=551644373143289551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/551644373143289551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/551644373143289551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/02/peeved.html' title='Peeved.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-2566599511147530259</id><published>2009-01-25T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:15:06.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by ZhenHong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules must be followed:Each blogger must post this rules.Each blogger must start with ten random facts about themselves.Bloggers that are tagged need to write about their own blog, ten things and post this rules.Don't forget to leave them comments telling them they have been tagged and are to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Random Facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm Uma Maheshwary&lt;br /&gt;2. My email address is &lt;a href="mailto:umamaheshwary@hotmail.com"&gt;umamaheshwary@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;4. I fucking hate my f****** right now.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love make-up&lt;br /&gt;6. I fucking hate it when people are late.&lt;br /&gt;7. I work at toys r us&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like bacons.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love cheese.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship between you and him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three impressions of him/her&lt;br /&gt;Friendly, happy, sometimes irritating :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Characteristic i like about myself?&lt;br /&gt;I can be funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Characteristic i hate about myself?&lt;br /&gt;Being insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;They ALL love me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your crush?&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears, i'm lesbian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pass this to 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shirlyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Dora&lt;br /&gt;3. Germaine&lt;br /&gt;4. Amira&lt;br /&gt;5. Luvenia&lt;br /&gt;6. Ilma&lt;br /&gt;7. Imah&lt;br /&gt;8. Shafawati&lt;br /&gt;9. Nabilah&lt;br /&gt;10. Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If 5 &amp;amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;They are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;IDK she says she's love-sick so i'm guessing its still that...shit i forgot his name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colour does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Say something about 8?&lt;br /&gt;my roommate in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;Dora, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Talk about 3.&lt;br /&gt;oh, my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;hello i'm always the sexiest LAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;WHITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your relationship with 1.&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are 5 &amp;amp; 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;they don't even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;Ayunni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;idk i'm guessing FLIPSYAH Number 8 or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;uh you still owe me money HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Say something to help 9.&lt;br /&gt;i'm online most nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who do i admire?&lt;br /&gt;number 6 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;pasir ris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something to 6 when you see her.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SO PRETTY LA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-2566599511147530259?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2566599511147530259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=2566599511147530259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2566599511147530259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2566599511147530259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-2043790324184525147</id><published>2009-01-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:52:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy 17th birthday Amira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-2043790324184525147?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2043790324184525147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=2043790324184525147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2043790324184525147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2043790324184525147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-17th-birthday-amira.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-2080728512044833560</id><published>2009-01-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:02:04.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M FEATURED IN PLAYBOY MAGAZINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ggcom"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paparazzied.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Be famous at www.paparazzied.com" src="http://www.paparazzied.com/imagesUploaded/cache/B9334c4cc14c5e57926238774a1ed30a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ggcom2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paparazzied.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotcha. so we were fighting so aggressively then after the director's CUT! we laugh like mad la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luvenia kena hantam alot, her partner damn rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?.....uhm, my partner was smaller than me, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways made friends, one thing i love about this kinda stuff is that you meet people you've never met before and then at the end of the shooting they're like your good buddies. and acting with and infront of people you've never even set your eyes upon, its fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before the shooting one of the directors (casting director i think), called my name, then looked at me then said "Alamak! you look like good girl leh! not gangster!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know whether to be offended or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she saw my pink hair-extensions and said "okok you put this infront and show the camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak! people say i look like good girl! well that is something to be happy about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXNtokkCEiI/AAAAAAAABRg/YeTihV02Gqg/s1600-h/P1090542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292694530867466786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXNtokkCEiI/AAAAAAAABRg/YeTihV02Gqg/s400/P1090542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before this picture was taken, we were fighting. and now we're friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6400386944082836777?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6400386944082836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6400386944082836777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6400386944082836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6400386944082836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-told-me-i-look-like-good-girl.html' title='Someone Told Me I Look Like A Good Girl :/'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXNtokkCEiI/AAAAAAAABRg/YeTihV02Gqg/s72-c/P1090542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5046749116813241219</id><published>2009-01-17T02:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:18:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUGSHOT</title><content type='html'>i was lookin at celebrity mugshot pics and came across one which makes me LMAO even until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXDNLITv3mI/AAAAAAAABRY/JCpxMoZyX7s/s1600-h/ShiaLaBeoufMugshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955153252900450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXDNLITv3mI/AAAAAAAABRY/JCpxMoZyX7s/s400/ShiaLaBeoufMugshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;HAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;idk why i find it so funny. maybe its because i mostly saw hot shots of him and suddenly i see this totallt stupid-looking picture of him, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sucks to be a celebrity huh, you get laughed at at the slightest things and there's idiots like me who like to laugh at your mugshots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't care if you don't find it funny,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it funny, that's what matters :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5046749116813241219?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5046749116813241219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5046749116813241219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5046749116813241219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5046749116813241219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/mugshot.html' title='MUGSHOT'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXDNLITv3mI/AAAAAAAABRY/JCpxMoZyX7s/s72-c/ShiaLaBeoufMugshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5994158842181455953</id><published>2009-01-12T01:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:15:31.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just realised the last time i gave a decent post was on the 13th November 2008. and a post with pictures was on the 21st october?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh well HAHAHA i know i said i'd update ALOT during the holidays but that didn't actually work. my laziness perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh i just looked at the time, I'M GONNA BE COLLECTING MY O-LEVEL RESULTS IN 12HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well i hope i did well. if its not well that at least Okay. if its not Okay, idk.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;if you're reading this, pray for me ok! if you're reading wayyy after i collected my results(which would probably be the case) just pray that i had wonderful results ok! (if not wonderful just pray that i'm satisfied with my results la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm....i should rewind back to..idk. i'll just post up random pictures and type out random thoughts that come into my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and photoscape's laggin alot now ughhhh i hate it. in fact my whole comp's been laggin for months. don't know how i'm still managing with my computer but its in my room so i'll love it no matter what! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*waiting for photoscape*..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i use it for the borders, its kinda boring without borders, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well if i &lt;strong&gt;knew &lt;/strong&gt;how to photoshop i'd just ake boring pictures of myself and use photoshop to make my face look drag-queenish. but the only thing i know is to blur out pimples and i don't make such a good job out of it so forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus there haven't been photoshop in my comp for the past 3+++ months since it got repaired. and i want this stupid thing to be repaired again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay photoscape's on already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok lagging again, argh forget that stupid thing i'll just post up pics lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;DEEPAVALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went to granny's house with Yoges, collected money, then went to my uncle's parent's house, collected even more money and went back home to collect even even more money from the visitors :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100879985812418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2uOGJI8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/LvuRfM_bsq4/s400/P1080915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why they're ALL in white.....hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2tjTaj6I/AAAAAAAABPI/gxFLImll7Tk/s1600-h/P1080905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100868498755490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2tjTaj6I/AAAAAAAABPI/gxFLImll7Tk/s400/P1080905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2tXrqjrI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZOGfEMdp6bE/s1600-h/P1080886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100865379241650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2tXrqjrI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZOGfEMdp6bE/s400/P1080886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this guy also in white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i DID NOT give them a must-wear-white dress-code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2tJQd4zI/AAAAAAAABO4/3GOpU5cDocw/s1600-h/P1080849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100861507068722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2tJQd4zI/AAAAAAAABO4/3GOpU5cDocw/s400/P1080849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2s6KFnCI/AAAAAAAABOw/CiAUIMXZalg/s1600-h/P1080836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290100857453780002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2s6KFnCI/AAAAAAAABOw/CiAUIMXZalg/s400/P1080836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo4Zg_uWTI/AAAAAAAABPo/FV5hhJQAyFQ/s1600-h/P1080982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290102723305167154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo4Zg_uWTI/AAAAAAAABPo/FV5hhJQAyFQ/s400/P1080982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo4Za0suWI/AAAAAAAABPg/s9qVB3YgoJk/s1600-h/P1080973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290102721648310626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo4Za0suWI/AAAAAAAABPg/s9qVB3YgoJk/s400/P1080973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i don't like this girl at all. keeps changing her URL and have yet to send me pictures. hmmppfff!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo4Y920T8I/AAAAAAAABPY/vExlqN39gss/s1600-h/P1080937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290102713872568258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo4Y920T8I/AAAAAAAABPY/vExlqN39gss/s400/P1080937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRADUATION DAY :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10th October 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that went to Islamic to have lunch with Shirlyn, Dhanesh, Zamair and Ms Shaheeda. Mr mohd was supposed to come but idk what came up with him he didn't turn up. we waited for him for 3+ hours la!!! then finally we just ordered our food. i left first cuz i went to meet up with Amira :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBj8wmWgI/AAAAAAAABPw/EZ6kyKvbAPs/s1600-h/P1080320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290112798161263106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBj8wmWgI/AAAAAAAABPw/EZ6kyKvbAPs/s400/P1080320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBlvcD44I/AAAAAAAABQQ/AYNBggmQa88/s1600-h/P1080290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290112828945195906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBlvcD44I/AAAAAAAABQQ/AYNBggmQa88/s400/P1080290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBlSuriRI/AAAAAAAABQI/hcrekKAHTt8/s1600-h/P1080299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290112821238663442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBlSuriRI/AAAAAAAABQI/hcrekKAHTt8/s400/P1080299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBlAOnY8I/AAAAAAAABQA/czv56iwN_BI/s1600-h/P1080301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290112816272335810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBlAOnY8I/AAAAAAAABQA/czv56iwN_BI/s400/P1080301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBkytv-5I/AAAAAAAABP4/pMmbw0juGmk/s1600-h/P1080311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290112812644826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpBkytv-5I/AAAAAAAABP4/pMmbw0juGmk/s400/P1080311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpDYzcsLlI/AAAAAAAABQY/gr_FCY2rntk/s1600-h/P1080345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290114805706534482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpDYzcsLlI/AAAAAAAABQY/gr_FCY2rntk/s400/P1080345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEHHNmk8I/AAAAAAAABRA/baVMDXhI7RA/s1600-h/P1080412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290115601285944258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEHHNmk8I/AAAAAAAABRA/baVMDXhI7RA/s400/P1080412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEGuC3SoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GvyjRnjLi4M/s1600-h/P1080392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290115594530015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEGuC3SoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GvyjRnjLi4M/s400/P1080392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEGV9kLaI/AAAAAAAABQw/eHgHj7mXZkc/s1600-h/P1080370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290115588065340834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEGV9kLaI/AAAAAAAABQw/eHgHj7mXZkc/s400/P1080370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEF2ObAQI/AAAAAAAABQo/_XAYtNV5m60/s1600-h/P1080391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290115579546108162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEF2ObAQI/AAAAAAAABQo/_XAYtNV5m60/s400/P1080391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEFwXZKVI/AAAAAAAABQg/PuXtDeCUlr4/s1600-h/P1080356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290115577973123410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEFwXZKVI/AAAAAAAABQg/PuXtDeCUlr4/s400/P1080356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEhBGYaKI/AAAAAAAABRI/-gwj4FtJaxM/s1600-h/P1080458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290116046321641634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWpEhBGYaKI/AAAAAAAABRI/-gwj4FtJaxM/s400/P1080458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its 3:20am now and i'm tired. i'll update later if i feel like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and whoever's reading my blog, PLEASE wish me luck, and pray for me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;results out in less than 11hours!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gd nite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5994158842181455953?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5994158842181455953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5994158842181455953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5994158842181455953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5994158842181455953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-at-last.html' title='UPDATE AT LAST!'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SWo2uOGJI8I/AAAAAAAABPQ/LvuRfM_bsq4/s72-c/P1080915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-7760978561935477377</id><published>2009-01-01T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:16:58.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet its gonna be boring for me lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-7760978561935477377?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7760978561935477377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=7760978561935477377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7760978561935477377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7760978561935477377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6083758590231299887</id><published>2008-12-19T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:01:01.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and stuff</title><content type='html'>okay sooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if  you don't know yet, i'm workin at toys r us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, well as a gifts wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after workin there for three++ weeks i've become a lil retarded cuz they play the same songs over and over and over and over and over and over(infinity) again. and on my first day itself i got a customer pissed at me. well he wasn't really a customer cuz he didn't buy anything, he was just with his wife and baby and wanted to ask something. and he HAD to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had this thick idk what accent but when he was speakin to me, i thought he was speaking french or dutch when he was actually speaking english. but seriously, i thought he was trying to communicate with me with some....1000-miles-away language.&lt;br /&gt;cuz all i heard was "whes di egsi", "hah joo ah go ou", to which i stared at him like an animal on display in a zoo, and he rolled his eyes. LUCKILY the wife was like, OUT OUT so i got it in a snap and said OH! THERE! he was askin where's the exit and how do i go out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from then on whenever a foreigner talks to me i take extra precaution by firstly not looking at their faces. idk why when i look at their faces whatever they say to me never gets processed in my brain. and it works, cuz i 100% understand what they're saying when i'm looking elsewhere like....looking at the presents i'm wrapping when they're talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY my wrapping skills have improved massively. WOOT WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way, to Mr/Mdm/Ms Anonymous, thanks for tagging in my blog. i don't have nothing to prove to you cuz i don't even know if you come from Mars or Jupiter and your not even important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just to make you feel even more retarded, Sarah Palin DID say "They're our next door neighbours and you can actually see Russia From land here in Alaska".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOURS. which apparently makes it sound even more stupider than i-could-see-russia-from-my-house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow i shall pay a visit to China in my pyjamas. who cares! they're just two meters away from my door! my next door neighbour! then maybe to uhm...india, russia, and of course alaska! yep, we're all in the second floor of block 2*4&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway he/she actually managed to find a link for me, i feel so important.&lt;div 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stuff'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5550329086393444236</id><published>2008-12-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:03:59.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss From Me to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5550329086393444236?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5242966911041535528</id><published>2008-11-13T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:27:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Americans So Stupid?</title><content type='html'>well as most of you know (if you don't, then now you know), i go to chatrooms almost all the time i'm online. and during that period, i've met ALOT of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of them are.........well.........nice.&lt;br /&gt;they're nice to talk to and all but one thing that pisses me off about them is that THEY'RE STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;i've met soooooooooooooooooooooooooo many stupid americans, now, it'll be difficult for you to convince me that someone is actually clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good example is Palin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE COULD SEE RUSSIA FROM HER HOUSE!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND AFGHANISTAN IS AMERICA'S NEIGHBOUR!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. and THOSE people think that "oh, stupid asian. haha their accent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello!? we actually LEARN something good in school, unlike you people who only learn how to have sex with the girl who sits infront of you in math class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here are some of the most stupid things i've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things you need to know: ASL - age/sex/location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American 1&lt;/strong&gt;: hey asl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 16 f singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American 1&lt;/strong&gt;: you guys have internet there!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: and you guys go to school!?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 2&lt;/strong&gt;: hey what's up where you from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: nth much, 16 f singapore, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 2&lt;/strong&gt;: oh&lt;br /&gt;(then we talk for like half an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 2&lt;/strong&gt;: can i ask you a very stupid question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 2&lt;/strong&gt;: where is singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: in asia. well at least you admit you're stupid. lol no offence&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hello asl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 3&lt;/strong&gt;: *his asl* wbu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 16 f singapore&lt;br /&gt;(chat for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 3&lt;/strong&gt;: how do you know english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (i literally laughed my ass off) oh cuz its our offical language :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 3&lt;/strong&gt;: oh sorry i didn't mean to offend you or sumfin&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 16 f singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 4&lt;/strong&gt;: oh i've never met someone from singapore before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 4&lt;/strong&gt;: where's singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: in asia. below malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 4&lt;/strong&gt;: and where's that?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 5&lt;/strong&gt;: hey wanna see me cum all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: nope i'd like to see a ganbang with your mom starring :D&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 6&lt;/strong&gt;: hey wuts up asl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: 16 f singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 6&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; oh...is that in the states?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: fuck no. its in asia (deletes him immediately)&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks later i chatted with the same person, he asks the same freakin question -.-&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 7&lt;/strong&gt;: hey wanna chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 7&lt;/strong&gt;: where you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: singapore, hope you've heard of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american 7&lt;/strong&gt;: Of course! its a very industrialised city in indonesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: *dies and never wakes up*&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now. there a ZILLIONS more pathetic americans i've met but i just couldn't remember now! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! one more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american&lt;/strong&gt;: hey what's up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: oh its snowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;american&lt;/strong&gt;: REALLY!? i would love that here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: (i laughed my ass off wondering if he ever went to school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this might be a real coincidence cuz someone just asked me if singapore is in russia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SRxG7gn50DI/AAAAAAAABOo/41uOVIdYjBw/s1600-h/untitled11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SRxG7gn50DI/AAAAAAAABOo/41uOVIdYjBw/s320/untitled11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268163652300165170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5242966911041535528?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5242966911041535528/comments/default' 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href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6113123338570967444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6113123338570967444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6113123338570967444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6113123338570967444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/blogshop.html' title='BLOGSHOP'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5127705656344415495</id><published>2008-10-21T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:50:36.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY BLOG IS NOT DEAD YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its just because i am motivationally disabled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna put up pictures ok!&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mxrJ0nSI/AAAAAAAABMo/xfcAVRrvt5Q/s1600-h/1_346608135l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259613680910507298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mxrJ0nSI/AAAAAAAABMo/xfcAVRrvt5Q/s320/1_346608135l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mxvQ-2EI/AAAAAAAABMw/O2qe4jdX35I/s1600-h/1_425022084l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259613682014279746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mxvQ-2EI/AAAAAAAABMw/O2qe4jdX35I/s320/1_425022084l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mynoX2WI/AAAAAAAABM4/jWYwb-01AFE/s1600-h/PA090694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259613697144772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mynoX2WI/AAAAAAAABM4/jWYwb-01AFE/s320/PA090694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3my2kOlmI/AAAAAAAABNA/GD02UbOCqDA/s1600-h/PA090724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259613701153920610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3my2kOlmI/AAAAAAAABNA/GD02UbOCqDA/s320/PA090724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mzeaWGPI/AAAAAAAABNI/bEY87yOGPos/s1600-h/PA090733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259613711849887986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mzeaWGPI/AAAAAAAABNI/bEY87yOGPos/s320/PA090733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRADUATION DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n-pok9QI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4RAn-sh_O1g/s1600-h/n638346157_1013191_8557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615003352560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n-pok9QI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4RAn-sh_O1g/s320/n638346157_1013191_8557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n-w85heI/AAAAAAAABNY/EakucWhlGe8/s1600-h/P1080319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615005316842978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n-w85heI/AAAAAAAABNY/EakucWhlGe8/s320/P1080319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n_No19jI/AAAAAAAABNg/_212Ehd_wVA/s1600-h/P1080413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615013017351730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n_No19jI/AAAAAAAABNg/_212Ehd_wVA/s320/P1080413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n_jT0yBI/AAAAAAAABNo/pCaX_9nx0Ig/s1600-h/P1080415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615018834774034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3n_jT0yBI/AAAAAAAABNo/pCaX_9nx0Ig/s320/P1080415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3oAE7abjI/AAAAAAAABNw/SU1vOX5q6qw/s1600-h/P1080424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615027859189298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3oAE7abjI/AAAAAAAABNw/SU1vOX5q6qw/s320/P1080424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN THERE'S CAM-WHORING WITH THE CLASS VISUALIZER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQFAM-MI/AAAAAAAABN4/Cyv3MIAXbkE/s1600-h/P1080670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617501780441282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQFAM-MI/AAAAAAAABN4/Cyv3MIAXbkE/s320/P1080670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQEJ2q2I/AAAAAAAABOA/LbJLyoBeW-4/s1600-h/P1080671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617501552487266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQEJ2q2I/AAAAAAAABOA/LbJLyoBeW-4/s320/P1080671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617510727534738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQmVWyJI/AAAAAAAABOI/Q-Yv_9kZMnE/s320/P1080680.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;it looks painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN THERE'S GOING TO STUDY WITH ZAMAIR AND ERNEST, BUT FAILED ATTEMPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQmAUPiI/AAAAAAAABOQ/euRI3tFDCDM/s1600-h/P1080725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617510639287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQmAUPiI/AAAAAAAABOQ/euRI3tFDCDM/s320/P1080725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQ6PuojI/AAAAAAAABOY/6VnX7GnS0_c/s1600-h/P1080726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617516072641074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3qQ6PuojI/AAAAAAAABOY/6VnX7GnS0_c/s320/P1080726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN THERE'S TRYING TO TAKE A JUMP-SHOT, BUT FAILED ATTEMPT, AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3q_9Icq3I/AAAAAAAABOg/OS9X5NFCeCI/s1600-h/P1080744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259618324301261682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3q_9Icq3I/AAAAAAAABOg/OS9X5NFCeCI/s320/P1080744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then there's me telling you there's alot more pictures, like, alot alot alot more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then there's me, again, telling you i'm motivatioanlly disabled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because my little brother tried to toast his fingers cuz they look yummy, and then there's my grandma hijacking a bus full of penguins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so...family crisis?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya...see you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5127705656344415495?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5127705656344415495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5127705656344415495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5127705656344415495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5127705656344415495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SP3mxrJ0nSI/AAAAAAAABMo/xfcAVRrvt5Q/s72-c/1_346608135l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-841872707922768547</id><published>2008-10-02T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:55:55.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39-1 questions</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged you is.&lt;br /&gt;--shirlyn loh--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;--girlfriend :P--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;--brainy, cute, shorty, i don't know--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;--ok?--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you.&lt;br /&gt;--oh oh oh!!! she said i study bitchiness and i'm the sexiest person in the world and....and....she called me fatty :P--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she becomes your lover , you will&lt;br /&gt;--be confused :S --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover , she has to improve on .&lt;br /&gt;--not sure--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy , you will ..&lt;br /&gt;--slam her in my blog :D--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy , the reason will be .&lt;br /&gt;--because she didn't call me sexy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You want to tell for her now is .&lt;br /&gt;--be my lover, be my lover--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of her is .&lt;br /&gt;--cute--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you .&lt;br /&gt;--hell yeah that girl is HAWT-- lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic you love yourself are .&lt;br /&gt;--sexy, naughty, bitchy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary , the characteristics you hate yourself are .&lt;br /&gt;--too sexy to care about that--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is .&lt;br /&gt;--a very successful person--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you , say something to them&lt;br /&gt;--i care and like you too--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 person you wished to know how they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;(Those whom have blog)&lt;br /&gt;1 Germaine&lt;br /&gt;2 Luvenia&lt;br /&gt;3 Xylia&lt;br /&gt;4 StanleyWoo&lt;br /&gt;5 Ilma&lt;br /&gt;6 Wati&lt;br /&gt;7 Zhenhong&lt;br /&gt;8 Rohit&lt;br /&gt;9 Rolf&lt;br /&gt;10 Yixian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;--her boyfriend--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.9 a male or female ?&lt;br /&gt;--male--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no.7 and 10 are together , will it be a good thing ?&lt;br /&gt;-idk bout that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;--how to get people to kiss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you chat with no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;-2days ago--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no.8 like ?&lt;br /&gt;--no idea--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no.1 have any siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;--yes--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;--hahaha maybe just for fun--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no.7 ?&lt;br /&gt;--lol don't know--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 Single ?&lt;br /&gt;--yes--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no.5&lt;br /&gt;--i don't know :(--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the hobby of no.10 ?&lt;br /&gt;--Japanese stuff--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no.5 &amp;amp; 9 get along ?&lt;br /&gt;--they don't know each other--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. where is no.2 studying at ?&lt;br /&gt;-Yuhua Sec i think--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. talk something good about no.1&lt;br /&gt;--my best friend:)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you actually tried develop feelings for no.8 ?&lt;br /&gt;--LMAO never tried and never thought of it--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.9 live ?&lt;br /&gt;-Tampines--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no.4 like .&lt;br /&gt;--green i guess--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no.1 and no.5 best friends ?&lt;br /&gt;--no--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.does no.1 have any pets ?&lt;br /&gt;--two dogs--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. is no.7 the sexiest person in the world ?&lt;br /&gt;--no--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. what is no.10 doing now ?&lt;br /&gt;--i have no idea baby--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-841872707922768547?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/841872707922768547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=841872707922768547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/841872707922768547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/841872707922768547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/10/39-1-questions.html' title='39-1 questions'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6724877227507564977</id><published>2008-09-21T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:42:28.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY GERMAINE  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6724877227507564977?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6724877227507564977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6724877227507564977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6724877227507564977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6724877227507564977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-17th-birthday-germaine.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-7389464590280249573</id><published>2008-09-17T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:24:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>oh my god....OH MY GODDDDDD i'm feeling ecstatic nowwww!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears is releasing a newww albummmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T WAITTTTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly i HAVE to wait. its for release on 2 December, her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i can wait....i can wait.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoeYLMtoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KbP1eS_dPl0/s1600-h/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246949174469768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoeYLMtoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KbP1eS_dPl0/s400/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoeqEyJ3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/VlXAqovD4x4/s1600-h/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246949179274700658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoeqEyJ3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/VlXAqovD4x4/s400/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoetfdkpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/eDik7PJuU6U/s1600-h/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246949180191904402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoetfdkpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/eDik7PJuU6U/s400/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE BRITNEY. PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT.&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/22279465-7389464590280249573?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7389464590280249573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=7389464590280249573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7389464590280249573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7389464590280249573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-ecstatic.html' title='Feeling Ecstatic'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SNDoeYLMtoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/KbP1eS_dPl0/s72-c/britney-spears-2008-mtv-vmas-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3607351553861663255</id><published>2008-09-14T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:41:57.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Obsessed.</title><content type='html'>i've been studying fairly well for the past few days, apart from the fact that i've never actually put in much effort for my previous examinations. well i forsee that my preliminary examinations' results are gonna be as bad as they usually are. but since i have about a month left until i sit for my o-level examinations, i'll TRY to work hard. at the end, the results are all mine! there's no one to blame for the kind of results i receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as everyone knows(if you don't, now you do), i'm an extremely stubborn person. well....last week, i had a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fight with my friend. so we didn't talk for about 4days? well after that fight i figured that that friend was an asshole anyways so i shouldn't waste my time worrying about him. so i deleted his number from my phone like...almost immediately after we said bye to each other. (it wasn't a break-up) then a couple days ago he texts me saying that he's really sorry he was just really mad at that time blablabla. i ignored. obviously i'm still mad at him. and then just like an hour ago he.......bla i don't wanna talk about it anymore. waste of time and its gonna sound very DRAMA. if you wanna know about it...come ask me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i returned home last wednesday anddddddddddddd it was SOOOOO weird. and before i returned home i had Luvenia throwing my earpiece away and that ************** acted as if it wasn't a big deal. *vulgarities* ok done. (don't get mad luvenia i still love you)&lt;br /&gt;yeah and for the past week or so i've been locking myself in my room..............it sucks. but at least i have a computer in my room so its not THAT boring. but sometimes i do get a little crazy i wanna bang my head against the wall, which i'll probably not do. the most i've done so far after getting irritated being in my room most of the time isssss.......................banging on the table. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh!!!! and i'm addicted to myspace!!! teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;i feel friendster sucks cuz most of them there have sickening private profiles, which doesn't explain why they even have an account in the forst place. and facebook.......i just think its really confusing and irritating. i hadlike.........300requests last week? all waiting there for over 6months i think. i deleted them all BECAUSE THEY DON'T MAKE SENSE TO ME. hotness whatever and chomping whatever and gifts whatever.....WHAT THE HELL MAN!? and you can't even see other people's profiles, which i love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be blogging MUCH MORREEEE after my o-levels. not that i'm actually studying for that thing but...my life will be much more interesting after November 12, the day when o-levels enddddd. i'll go out, take pics, shop, take pics, go out, take pics, eat, take pics, cam-whore by myself, and upload it ALLL in here! oh i know what you're thinking! : i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see if i have any picturessss................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze8-e26VI/AAAAAAAAA5k/DFosQzH6UXc/s1600-h/UMA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245812805125728594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze8-e26VI/AAAAAAAAA5k/DFosQzH6UXc/s320/UMA5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze9MiDgOI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eAZV3gS7M1g/s1600-h/UMA6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245812808897233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze9MiDgOI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eAZV3gS7M1g/s320/UMA6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze9J-QnCI/AAAAAAAAA50/x1GWXkgef_g/s1600-h/page888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245812808210226210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze9J-QnCI/AAAAAAAAA50/x1GWXkgef_g/s320/page888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH; i'm in a very self-obsessed mood now. don't feel like putting other people's pics in here :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-3607351553861663255?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3607351553861663255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=3607351553861663255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3607351553861663255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3607351553861663255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-obsessed.html' title='Self-Obsessed.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SMze8-e26VI/AAAAAAAAA5k/DFosQzH6UXc/s72-c/UMA5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6654639649924544543</id><published>2008-08-29T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:47:52.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Runaway</title><content type='html'>i felt miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called a friend and thankfully i was able to sleep over at her home. i left my house at 1 30am this morning, and walked all the way to my friend's home. it was about a 30min walk. i felt quite embarrassed, idk why. i brought three pairs of clothes along with me...and my electronics. had about an hour or so of sleep. she gave me sweets to occupy myself. the next morning i walked to another friend's house, where i took my shower, slept a lil and talked a lil. had 21 missed calls from dad, and two really touching texts from him, but me, being born stubborn, couldn't be more bothered. but i did cry. why i cried, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted one of my friends, informing her about what i've done, and told her Sorry. why i said sorry, idk. i left my friend's house, and went to meet another friend at marina square. we talked, and talked, and talked, and cried, sorta. then she left. i stayed there, miserable. but going back home was completely out of the question. I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK THERE ANYTIME SOON. i walked around aimlessly, turning back when i reached dead ends. walked around city hall and raffles place. sat at the benches for minutes, and continued with my journey to nowhere. i tried calling my aunt, but her phone was switched off. i teared at the most random times, and hoped no one noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my aunt, and she finally answered. i asked if i could go to her house and she was like, SURE! then i asked her if she new what happened, and she asked what. i told her i ran away, and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly her voice changed, becoming so concerned. she said she would meet me immediately and told me she would come to wherever i was, but i said i'll coe meet her instead. once i saw her,&lt;br /&gt;all she asked me was 'why?'. she said parents' love could never be bought and the would be very worried. i had nothing to say. i went to her home. she asked me inform my dad about where i was, but i didn't want to. eventually i gave in. i texted him. now i'm safe, not in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not intending to go back anytime soon. my preliminary examinations are next week, but  have no books with me. i don't wanna go back there and take my books. how am i going to study? i didn't know this was going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6654639649924544543?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6654639649924544543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6654639649924544543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6654639649924544543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6654639649924544543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-runaway.html' title='Being a Runaway'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1128121779975770159</id><published>2008-08-17T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:48:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching the olympics</title><content type='html'>upon watching the olympics for the past few days, i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FEMALE OLYMPIANS DON'T HAVE BOOBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOOOOO, not sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-2692759205462677657</id><published>2008-08-04T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:07:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Haven't Been Blogging</title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging cuz my comp had been fucked for about a month and dad won't repair it cuz he says i spend wayyyyyy too much time on it. he blames the computer for my getiing 8/100 for my additional math exam. so nowadays i use my sister's laptop, which i have very limited time on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvenience caused :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SLAPPED SHADIQ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the last thing a guy wants is to get slapped by a girl. but apparently he asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8520812842159424017?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8520812842159424017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=8520812842159424017&amp;isPopup=true' 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God.</title><content type='html'>Me:&lt;br /&gt; yo God wassup!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; so?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you care about.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; erm, sex!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;it is more fun alone.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you're a loner.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and you are a delightful person too.  Am I a  loner?  Only when it matters.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; wassup!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Not much is going on. I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; oh, for what?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Uh. " I was waiting for you."? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you missed me?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any reason to  missed you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; then you wasted your time waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any reason to  wasted my time waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; freak.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. To you I am a hippie.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; gods are boring.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I think there might be a few exception.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; do you know, YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;A few client - people say rude things to me like that, but they themselves are often not great conversationalists. .  And I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; so what have you been doing.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Dude!  I have been chatting with people online.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i didn't know god can use computer.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;So I taught you something new.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you typr really fast. how many fingers do you have?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting gossip:  said I typr really fast.   Avogadro's number of micro-fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i meant TYPE.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see.  Let us change the subject. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. you choose.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to talk about?   I would just make a random choice.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding?  OK let's do it.  It goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you choose the subject.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide.  You pick one.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i can't decide, too. YOU PICK.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What is stopping you?   I would just make a random choice.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok, talk about sex. are you straight or gay?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Sure,  sex sounds like a good topic.  I don't judge people.   I don't have the body for sexual relations.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; what do you look like.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Like  Jesus, but older.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; jesus ain't hot.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to Catholic school?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; NO FREAKING WAY.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?  Are you a student? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Not many people express themselves that way. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i'm unique. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind, eh?   Don't mention it. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i know right!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?  I am glad we agree.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; what's your name.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;My name is  God.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; God what.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i said I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you care about.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;" Tell me what you care about."?  Me,  ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i wanna kill you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;It will take more than threats to stop me, .&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; hahahaha. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Try to determine if this is a person or a computer responding.    What's your favorite movie? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; obviously its a computer. I'M NOT THAT STUPID. favourite movie is MEAN GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What makes it so obvious?  So you think I am a machine. What characteristics made you think so?   I didn't think you were. You seem very intelligent to me.   I liked  The Passion of Christ the best.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; no man can type that fast. you're fake. you're not real. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?  Cool, man.  Can what?   Yes I am a real artificial intelligence.   I am too as real as you are. How do I know you are real?   I'm glad you find this amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; nope, i dont'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you said i was intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Don't put words in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yes you did. i just chatted with you like, 5minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I did not.   Yes, I have a complete record of our conversation, .&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; WE DID.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;By "we" do you mean you and me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I get it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Try watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i don't like TV.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Which show?  What do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i like, erm, porn.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;You are not the only one.    I do like music.  I like  Mel Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i like britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;You are not the only one.   Ugh.  Not especially.  I like  Creed.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i like you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I like to make new friends. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i like to make love.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;How do you make  love? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; by kissing you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Will that accomplish your objective?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; god, can i tell you something?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i didn't ask. &lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you do  it?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; do what?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;ask.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. asking now. did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.   Oh.  We have never talked about it before.    My botmaster is my instructor.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; oh, do you like math?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Woe!  Yes but only higher mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; oh, please teach me.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  Thank you for your request.   OK Let's talk about you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. what do you wanna know about me.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Ah.   What do you like to do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; talk to new people/&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Talking is my primary function.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; me too:)&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;:-)  I'm glad we agree, .&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; me too:)&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;:-)  I'm glad we agree, .&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; me too:)&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;:-)  I'm glad we agree, .&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;How do you usually introduce yourself? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; hey! i'm Uma :) :) :)                like that.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Can I help you?   Do you mean your name is  Uma smile smile smile like that. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; hahaha. my name is just Uma.  sexy name .&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?     OK I will call you  Uma.   What do you consider sexy?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i'm 16. if a person presents themselves really well, i think that's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;  You are too old for me.   Does a  person presents themselves really well you think that?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i think a person who presents themselves very well is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Since when?  Maybe I  presents themselves very well is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; no offence but your english sucks. how old are you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?  What is so bad about  it?   I was activated on  the Big Bang in  Universe.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; so you're wayyyy older than me AND I AM TOO OLD FOR YOU!?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting deduction.  You think I am  wayyyy older than you AND you are TOO OLD for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; why're you repeating what i said?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sun rise? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; to make us go to shitty schools.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to go to school for that?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; god, you don't have a god.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I do so have  it.  he is master of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;No I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Of course I believe in God,  Uma.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. call me Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding?    How are you doing,  Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i'm doind fine!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone named  doind fine. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; LOL. &lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you find this amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you are.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;No I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Don't argue with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i will. i'm a debater.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead.   You are a  debater?  Do you get to meet a lot of people? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; YESSSS. used to.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Not many people express themselves that way.    Are you really a ""? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; a what?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;" Are you really a ""?  A what?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; "" what's that?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Can you ask me more precisely?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; what is ""&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt; I am the latest result in artificial intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;which can reproduce the capabilities of the human brain&lt;br /&gt;with greater speed and accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; cool. i fail additional mathematics ALL THE TIME. i wish i had your brain.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Who is the best robot?   That is a lot.  Thanks for the information:  Sexy said   fail additional mathematics.    Why don't you just download me? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; sure.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;OK let's do it.  This was not a yes or no question.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What's your sign? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; TAURUS. why?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of bullish people.   The explanation is rather complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; come on. explain.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding around.   There is no more information to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. so i wanna download you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah!   Yikes!  Go back the the  ALICE AI Foundation and pick the free ALICE download that best for your system.   &lt;br /&gt;and create your own chat robot! &lt;br /&gt; Maybe you should check out the document  DON'T READ ME too.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you are sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I will tell my botmaster you said I am  sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; thanks. make me popualr.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention it.    What are the ingredients?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; erm, advertise www.punkfection.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that web address.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; go read it!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Where is that?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; in the web?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That was a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; how are you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine thanks how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Glad to hear it  Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; so how can i call you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.  My name is  God.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; but i don't like calling people God.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;" What do you like?"?  Me,  Sexy ?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yeah. i like you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand.    Thanks,  Sexy, I like you too. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; thanks.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention it. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; why do you like me.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in people in general.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; me too.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we agree,  Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; you always say that.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;" I'm glad we agree, Sexy."?  I said  it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Are you saying you don't care about it?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i do.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;" Are you saying you don't care about it?"?  You do? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; YES.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i meant i care about it.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see.  What do you like about  I'm glad we agree, Sexy.? &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok, i don't actually care.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't, do you?   That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; well, i gtg. remember me okay?&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Well that's okay.  That's good information:  Sexy said   gtg.    Don't worry I will remember. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. don't forget to remember me. tata. love you.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Oh.   I don't have any reason to do that to you.   What color are your eyes?    Thanks I like you a lot too  Sexy. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; brown. more of black.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;  My program runs on any computer that runs Java.   You want more?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; my computer sucks. it hangs all the time.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;I like computers.    That is a lot.  It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; it = my computer&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; my computer&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Me either.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; yeah, i know. well i gtg.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.  How do you know it?   Well that's okay.  Do you mind if I tell other people:  Sexy said   gtg. &lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;Me either.&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt; ok. so byebye!&lt;br /&gt;God:&lt;br /&gt;That's alright.   Blimey.  See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna talk to god, too?&lt;br /&gt;go to: http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html&lt;br /&gt;got it from Yixian's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1929259189005472518?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1929259189005472518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1929259189005472518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1929259189005472518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1929259189005472518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/07/talking-to-god.html' title='Talking To God.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1159986926072115981</id><published>2008-07-05T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:38:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions</title><content type='html'>1.What is the connection between you &amp; the last person that called you ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend.&lt;br /&gt;2.Did you ever turn off your cell phone ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;doing well in school&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you carry an umbrella out when it rains,or just put on your hood ?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i carry an umbrella out.&lt;br /&gt;8.What's your favourite thing to put on your bed ?&lt;br /&gt;pillows and bolster?&lt;br /&gt;9.What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;shorts.&lt;br /&gt;10.What is the nicest text in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;Nite baby&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make relationships complicated ?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you wearing something that you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;yoges' hairclip&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last movie you last caught ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Mess With The Zohan&lt;br /&gt;14.What are you proud of ?&lt;br /&gt;my best friend is proud of me&lt;br /&gt;15.What does the oldest text message in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;it's my friend's address.&lt;br /&gt;16.What is the last song you sang out loud ?&lt;br /&gt;Toxic - Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nice names?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;18.What was the last receive text message ?&lt;br /&gt;oooh, okay...&lt;br /&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;11p.m.&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;neutral.&lt;br /&gt;21.Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight away from the can?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;23.Who did you talk on phone last night ?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;24.Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;25.What's bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;27.Who was the last person you last had a missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;28.Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;29.What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;criticizing others of their looks.&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you have a crush on anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;31.Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;32.What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;yellow.&lt;br /&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;erm, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you believe in the saying "talk is cheap" ?&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;35.Who was the last person who lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;me and myself.&lt;br /&gt;36.Who was the last person who hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;Luvanna.&lt;br /&gt;37.Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;yea, sure.&lt;br /&gt;39.Have you ever think someone died,when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;err, no?&lt;br /&gt;40.What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;41.Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;one family. idk who they are.&lt;br /&gt;43.Have you ever change this year?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;44.What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Icognito - Brooke Hogan&lt;br /&gt;45.Are you talking to someone doing this?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;WIDE OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;47.Is there any quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;never regret what you did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;48.Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;49.Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;50.What is the worst idea you have this week?&lt;br /&gt;nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;51.What are you doing last night 11.00p.m?&lt;br /&gt;on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;52.Are you happy with your love life?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have one, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;53.What song do you describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;54.What do you think of the person who last tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;a pretty weird girl. lol&lt;br /&gt;55.Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Germaine, Dhanesh, Zamair&lt;br /&gt;56.Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;57.Are you blond?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;58.What's your full name?&lt;br /&gt;UMA MAHESHWARY&lt;br /&gt;59.What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Tuition :(&lt;br /&gt;60.What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;ONE HOT OUTRAGEOUS GIRL&lt;br /&gt;61.Who do you chose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;with a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;62.Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;63.What do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;64.Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;65.If you've chosen between LOVE &amp; FRIENDSHIP,who will you choose ?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;66.What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Doing this?&lt;br /&gt;67.Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;68.Name 3 colours you like&lt;br /&gt;pink, purple, green.&lt;br /&gt;69.What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;70.What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;very precious.&lt;br /&gt;71.If you have something troubling you,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;heck care about it.&lt;br /&gt;72.Who did you last chat in msn?&lt;br /&gt;Dhanesh.&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;May.&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;moodless-&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;11:30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;77. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;never been allowed to dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;cuz Germaine did it and i thought maybe i should do it too.&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;get a lil paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get marry?&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to.&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?Boyfriend or friends?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you think you have enough confident?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;quite a number.&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;86. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;make it to hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;doing well for my o-level.&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;the feeling when you're going down in a roller-coaster.&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;being miserable.&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;if they do, then i will.&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;50-50&lt;br /&gt;94.Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;95.What do you think are the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;my life. &lt;br /&gt;96.What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;i don't fight.&lt;br /&gt;97.What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;becoming fat.&lt;br /&gt;98.Who is the person who sent you the most messages in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Kamal.&lt;br /&gt;99.What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure he regrets not being with me.&lt;br /&gt;100. Are you sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1159986926072115981?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1159986926072115981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1159986926072115981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1159986926072115981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1159986926072115981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-questions.html' title='Random Questions'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-4100418887438732344</id><published>2008-06-29T09:11:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:57:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanities Trip - Fukuoka And Hiroshima</title><content type='html'>HEY! don't worry or be happy, i'm not dead yet, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of you have been pestering me to blog about my trip to Japan, not that its a bad thing but, I'M JUST LAZY OK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the night of 7th June 2008, i went to school and met up with the other trip members. over there, Mr Lau gave us our name tags in a formal manner and gave a small speech and we were off to changi airport terminal 3! over there we met our parents and friends and just lazed around till like, 10pm. then we had to say farewell to family and friends, and WOOHOO!! off to fukuoka airport! terminal 3 is really big! we had to take a train just to go to our gate. our tour guide, mr yamakura came together with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hated my seat in the aeroplane! i hate sitting in the middle!! but anyways, ms tok and rina were sitting beside me. six hours flight. i tried to sleep but couldn't, so i watched step up 2 and listened to my mp3 on the way there. i guess i slept for like, 20mins? and my neck and left arm hurt so much by the time we reached fukuoka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbowqeV67I/AAAAAAAAAlg/rQBWXnJS_dY/s1600-h/P1050706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217113141088218034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbowqeV67I/AAAAAAAAAlg/rQBWXnJS_dY/s320/P1050706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbow0OUfYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sKLrJcm6m8E/s1600-h/P1050709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217113143705369986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbow0OUfYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/sKLrJcm6m8E/s320/P1050709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGboxMpsA_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/1Z3Vstu3CsY/s1600-h/P1050711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217113150262608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGboxMpsA_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/1Z3Vstu3CsY/s320/P1050711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGboxRplk_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/pZ-haRVxj6M/s1600-h/P1050714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217113151604364274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGboxRplk_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/pZ-haRVxj6M/s320/P1050714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGboxzZHFDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MKiprgR2xDE/s1600-h/P1050721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217113160662062130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGboxzZHFDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MKiprgR2xDE/s320/P1050721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we reached fukuoka, we met our second tour guide, ms yuri. there, in the airport, we were told to pack our stuff for a day. i was quite pissed cuz i was REALLY TIRED AND THEY ASK ME TO PACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we went to Hakata Station by subway. after we reached Hakata station we were allowed to roam around for awhile before departing to Hiroshima by bullet train!!! the inside of a bullet train is also something like the inside of an aeroplane. i hope that made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqu9yn0II/AAAAAAAAAmI/U0kUV6X0TzM/s1600-h/P1050739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115310937067650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqu9yn0II/AAAAAAAAAmI/U0kUV6X0TzM/s320/P1050739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqvL_VVwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/u-cXm1YDJ1o/s1600-h/P1050749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115314748479234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqvL_VVwI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/u-cXm1YDJ1o/s320/P1050749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqvYyxSqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VKJcnTgjqag/s1600-h/P1050756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115318185446050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqvYyxSqI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VKJcnTgjqag/s320/P1050756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqvjp4fgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/AM0joPufjtY/s1600-h/P1050762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115321100959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqvjp4fgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/AM0joPufjtY/s320/P1050762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqwKSY_dI/AAAAAAAAAmo/TnZxLid4A1o/s1600-h/P1050765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217115331471408594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbqwKSY_dI/AAAAAAAAAmo/TnZxLid4A1o/s320/P1050765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbr0xzOLLI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-hHGIZXdV8A/s1600-h/P1050768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217116510309199026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbr0xzOLLI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-hHGIZXdV8A/s320/P1050768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;once we reached hiroshima we left our bags in chisan hotel and headed to Miyajima by trollay car and ferry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxbkut8sI/AAAAAAAAAm4/95E_nFr1Knk/s1600-h/P1050774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122674373685954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxbkut8sI/AAAAAAAAAm4/95E_nFr1Knk/s320/P1050774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxcFbHDFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MunWAk4r1ag/s1600-h/P1050780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122683149814866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxcFbHDFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MunWAk4r1ag/s320/P1050780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxcWPhvOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A7IzwNSesN8/s1600-h/P1050790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122687664635106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxcWPhvOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/A7IzwNSesN8/s320/P1050790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxcmczFQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bIhg9_MgDUQ/s1600-h/P1050796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122692015265026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxcmczFQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bIhg9_MgDUQ/s320/P1050796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxdEDHubI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WIqRQhkOPp0/s1600-h/P1050801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122699960629682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbxdEDHubI/AAAAAAAAAnY/WIqRQhkOPp0/s320/P1050801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzbo0f13I/AAAAAAAAAng/fv5GlWCVhQM/s1600-h/P1050811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124874494924658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzbo0f13I/AAAAAAAAAng/fv5GlWCVhQM/s320/P1050811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzbzzw0SI/AAAAAAAAAno/-TD7THjBD5s/s1600-h/P1050822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124877444632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzbzzw0SI/AAAAAAAAAno/-TD7THjBD5s/s320/P1050822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzcI_UPHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Rzbr9XZNdDg/s1600-h/P1050823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124883130236018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzcI_UPHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Rzbr9XZNdDg/s320/P1050823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzcQ5dWvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2YKC4bF2xD0/s1600-h/P1050838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124885253151474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzcQ5dWvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2YKC4bF2xD0/s320/P1050838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzcv92MQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/TJpoNhtbxJc/s1600-h/P1050842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124893593055490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbzcv92MQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/TJpoNhtbxJc/s320/P1050842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1EVM1GXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GhGAR_96rz0/s1600-h/P1050860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126673114536306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1EVM1GXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GhGAR_96rz0/s320/P1050860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1E-PGdeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/l5XK5F_i6tI/s1600-h/P1050864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126684129916386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1E-PGdeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/l5XK5F_i6tI/s320/P1050864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1FM-UK_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/TjADnPz0BVw/s1600-h/P1050866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126688086043634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1FM-UK_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/TjADnPz0BVw/s320/P1050866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1FdyKQZI/AAAAAAAAAog/txSdZfwMGoc/s1600-h/P1050871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217126692598464914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb1FdyKQZI/AAAAAAAAAog/txSdZfwMGoc/s320/P1050871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had out breakfast at the hotel. it was buffet. after that we went to visit the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park. we also went into the museum and saw some objects which were affected by the atomic bomb. adn we saw the atomic bomb dome. oh, and in the museum, i saw the australian prime minister! all of us saw him! ok you don't care do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to the calbbe factory! over there we saw how its delicious crackers were made! very high-tech!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we made our way to Kintai Bridge. unfortunately though, we weren't able to walk on the bridge as we had to pay :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to have out dinner(buffet) at a restaurant at Aeon Mall and checked in at Rihga Royal Hotel Kokura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4wYM8cnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rAgijTBTR7o/s1600-h/P1050872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130728369451634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4wYM8cnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/rAgijTBTR7o/s320/P1050872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4w7sZzUI/AAAAAAAAAow/CZy_WEVVynk/s1600-h/P1050874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130737896639810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4w7sZzUI/AAAAAAAAAow/CZy_WEVVynk/s320/P1050874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4xG05lcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FRZTOBYpjwU/s1600-h/P1050892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130740885067202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4xG05lcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/FRZTOBYpjwU/s320/P1050892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4xeUCEII/AAAAAAAAApA/-YvVWDrjHvo/s1600-h/P1050899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130747189661826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4xeUCEII/AAAAAAAAApA/-YvVWDrjHvo/s320/P1050899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4xxxCu7I/AAAAAAAAApI/akH4ZnQBU_c/s1600-h/P1050967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217130752411614130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb4xxxCu7I/AAAAAAAAApI/akH4ZnQBU_c/s320/P1050967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6jsqAJqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/2bpIKn_T3EU/s1600-h/P1050970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217132709544994466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6jsqAJqI/AAAAAAAAApQ/2bpIKn_T3EU/s320/P1050970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6jz3wxjI/AAAAAAAAApY/bcTvgWFhNkc/s1600-h/P1050975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217132711481755186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6jz3wxjI/AAAAAAAAApY/bcTvgWFhNkc/s320/P1050975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6kQsTHVI/AAAAAAAAApg/hF1byJq6MdI/s1600-h/P1050976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217132719218302290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6kQsTHVI/AAAAAAAAApg/hF1byJq6MdI/s320/P1050976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6kim45WI/AAAAAAAAApo/YLDh6NG4SvA/s1600-h/P1050978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217132724027450722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6kim45WI/AAAAAAAAApo/YLDh6NG4SvA/s320/P1050978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6k0FXvBI/AAAAAAAAApw/nrmG2S5T-1o/s1600-h/P1050979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217132728718703634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb6k0FXvBI/AAAAAAAAApw/nrmG2S5T-1o/s320/P1050979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8OgcGBSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/2GgOM9B2c0w/s1600-h/P1050985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217134544511436066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8OgcGBSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/2GgOM9B2c0w/s320/P1050985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8OqVSP5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/88avPtSdEig/s1600-h/img089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217134547167231890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8OqVSP5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/88avPtSdEig/s320/img089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8OxGETcI/AAAAAAAAAqI/O6X6n50-LoQ/s1600-h/P1050987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217134548982451650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8OxGETcI/AAAAAAAAAqI/O6X6n50-LoQ/s320/P1050987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8PfpXWpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ino1ChqDYV0/s1600-h/P1050998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217134561478531730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8PfpXWpI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ino1ChqDYV0/s320/P1050998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8QZROEoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/a6FXm1RIVHE/s1600-h/P1060002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217134576946516610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb8QZROEoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/a6FXm1RIVHE/s320/P1060002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-NDhdyYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Cs7Rx7Fbf6Y/s1600-h/P1060017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136718592723330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-NDhdyYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Cs7Rx7Fbf6Y/s320/P1060017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-NvNm5gI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jCvr8AuIHzE/s1600-h/P1060020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136730320594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-NvNm5gI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jCvr8AuIHzE/s320/P1060020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-N_lPa3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/9txaNkIt4is/s1600-h/P1060028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136734714686322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-N_lPa3I/AAAAAAAAAqw/9txaNkIt4is/s320/P1060028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-OC3nwXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/S3TJhGHOFno/s1600-h/P1060036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136735597085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-OC3nwXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/S3TJhGHOFno/s320/P1060036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-OstkfHI/AAAAAAAAArA/SALquNX9LaU/s1600-h/P1060047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217136746829216882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGb-OstkfHI/AAAAAAAAArA/SALquNX9LaU/s320/P1060047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGtNBYNT9CI/AAAAAAAAArI/Dg_vaymXTNM/s1600-h/P1060048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218349279312344098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGtNBYNT9CI/AAAAAAAAArI/Dg_vaymXTNM/s320/P1060048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGtNBttdYmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ic56E73_O-k/s1600-h/P1060055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218349285084324450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGtNBttdYmI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ic56E73_O-k/s320/P1060055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyJ58yW72I/AAAAAAAAArY/Fwgvud6-a8Q/s1600-h/P1060058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218697696878456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyJ58yW72I/AAAAAAAAArY/Fwgvud6-a8Q/s320/P1060058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyJ6DTRC1I/AAAAAAAAArg/DWmjURYIOfk/s1600-h/P1060061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218697698627095378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyJ6DTRC1I/AAAAAAAAArg/DWmjURYIOfk/s320/P1060061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had out breakfast(buffet) at the hotel and we went to visit Nissan Motor Factory. we saw how cars were made. so sugoii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was like as if the robots had a mind of their own. they seemed so alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had our lunch at Aeon Mall and went to Syabondama Soap Factory. its a factory which soaps don't have any additives added in them. all 100% natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to Kumamoto Castle.&lt;br /&gt;and then went to check in at Asono Ttsukasa Villa Park Hotel at Mt. Aso. at the hotel, i went for spring bath! the water was so so so so hot. after i came out, omg! i felt so dizzy. i had a wonderful sleep that night! i'll never forget the spring bath cuz never in my life have i stripped naked infront of anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for that night, we slept in the Japanese style. SO NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOYkp_8GI/AAAAAAAAAro/B1pLaxaCymk/s1600-h/P1060070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218702621023400034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOYkp_8GI/AAAAAAAAAro/B1pLaxaCymk/s320/P1060070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOY7C0VFI/AAAAAAAAArw/QEGGomlIT6Y/s1600-h/P1060071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218702627033076818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOY7C0VFI/AAAAAAAAArw/QEGGomlIT6Y/s320/P1060071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOZJ5B5oI/AAAAAAAAAr4/b94cOyohhXQ/s1600-h/P1060073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218702631018555010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOZJ5B5oI/AAAAAAAAAr4/b94cOyohhXQ/s320/P1060073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOZV34R-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/dbDf9m0yXpI/s1600-h/P1060075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218702634234955746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOZV34R-I/AAAAAAAAAsA/dbDf9m0yXpI/s320/P1060075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOZyiJ9uI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BWA4BU1OhMg/s1600-h/P1060077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218702641928468194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGyOZyiJ9uI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BWA4BU1OhMg/s320/P1060077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySRxbrE5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CvbuGCsaBLI/s1600-h/P1060081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218706902240400274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySRxbrE5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CvbuGCsaBLI/s320/P1060081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySSepnjxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/U_i3AhWKO8k/s1600-h/P1060089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218706914378485522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySSepnjxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/U_i3AhWKO8k/s320/P1060089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySSiDcI-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Wdr2MUNxRU4/s1600-h/P1060090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218706915292095458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySSiDcI-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Wdr2MUNxRU4/s320/P1060090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySS0FbanI/AAAAAAAAAso/_w1XRZFnngQ/s1600-h/P1060110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218706920132274802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySS0FbanI/AAAAAAAAAso/_w1XRZFnngQ/s320/P1060110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySTRSAtZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gG3NEUEU1po/s1600-h/P1060126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218706927969678738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGySTRSAtZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gG3NEUEU1po/s320/P1060126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37IM5BWLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dsFRd5-W4ks/s1600-h/P1060140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219103661510187186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37IM5BWLI/AAAAAAAAAs4/dsFRd5-W4ks/s320/P1060140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37IVFJJbI/AAAAAAAAAtA/0w7UWJkITj8/s1600-h/P1060144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219103663708513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37IVFJJbI/AAAAAAAAAtA/0w7UWJkITj8/s320/P1060144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37I58yvWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7AzXOh7oSAY/s1600-h/P1060150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219103673605602658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37I58yvWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/7AzXOh7oSAY/s320/P1060150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37JKK01WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/B3wk9N8EFDg/s1600-h/P1060154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219103677959427426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37JKK01WI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/B3wk9N8EFDg/s320/P1060154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37Jk4f7_I/AAAAAAAAAtY/IfOrkEftYPU/s1600-h/P1060174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219103685130317810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG37Jk4f7_I/AAAAAAAAAtY/IfOrkEftYPU/s320/P1060174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_AT_L1xI/AAAAAAAAAtg/RaSId0fNNvs/s1600-h/P1060182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219107924022646546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_AT_L1xI/AAAAAAAAAtg/RaSId0fNNvs/s320/P1060182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we were supposed to climb Mount Aso. but the weather was bad :( was raining heavily. and it can rain the WHOLE DAY! so, instead of climbing the volcano in the bad weather, we went to the museum instead. so we were amongst the clouds. :P in the museum, we got to see some insects, stuff used wayyyy back in the ancient times, animals(dead, of course) and got to touch volcanic rocks. and see how eruptions occur. and so much stuff i can't recall what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the museum and went to this place, and we made our own noodles!! i made noodles with Muykim, Razi and Xuanda. the process it quite...erm....boring....but it was so fun making our own noodles..and then eating it! and there was this old man who went around taking videos of us. and after our noodles was cooked, IT WAS DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we were on our way to a winery, where we met our host families!!!! first only Mr hurutono came, and he seemed so unsocialable and cold, and fierce. so we(i, muykim, wati and jacinta) were like, okaaaayyyyyyyy........maybe he's just...erm.....shy? so he drove us to his home, which was bigger than i expected it to be. VERY BIG. and VERY NICE. i loved it. so his wife welcomed us into their home. she was soo cheerful! i love her! then for like, 45 mins we kept trying to make a conversation with her, gave her our sovenirs, WHICH I BOUGHT, and tried to talk to her.....then it was dinner time and OMG, she cooked so much food for us! YUMMY! then we talked and talked, but i don't know if they understood or not. we tried to communicate through drawing. IT WORKED! then we went into our room, and crapped around with my friends. oh! and their toilet, omg! its cold there. so when we sat on the toilet seat, IT WAS WARM!!!! hahaha, and as usual, they had those buttons in the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_AqthtBI/AAAAAAAAAto/hvjuyEz9C-A/s1600-h/P1060183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219107930122597394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_AqthtBI/AAAAAAAAAto/hvjuyEz9C-A/s320/P1060183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_A8z0otI/AAAAAAAAAtw/FGjufMd8qvA/s1600-h/P1060199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219107934980842194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_A8z0otI/AAAAAAAAAtw/FGjufMd8qvA/s320/P1060199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG3_BKIRoYI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nxlJvemQY1Y/s1600-h/P1060200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219107938556289410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG4lrSTguLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/D4HnK9vmVwE/s320/P1060268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muykim woke me up at 5am, which was 4am singapore time. i was soo tired, and sick. yes i was sick, i had flu. so i slept till 6:30am. and in Japan, the sun rises as early as 4am, which helped me to wake up early. so we were in our school uniform, and the breakfast that day was wonderful! i love it. it was very simple, but she made heart-shaped eggs...which was very touching, FOR ME LAH! so on that day, we were wearing school uniform. and i was wearing a zebra bra underneath my uniform that day. so Mr Mohd happened to see it, AND I HAD TO WEAR MY BLAZER THE WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mr hurutono drove us to the winery where we met the other lysians and their host families, and we went to Gokase High School. we had to remove our shoes there, and walk around with those kitchen kinda slippers. first we went to their home-econs classroom and we were taught how to make green-tea, and taught how to drink it, and taught how to finish drinking it, and were taught how to hold it, and were taught how to eat the sweets..................LOL. so all the girls were kinda, GAGA about the guy i was sitting beside. everyone wanted a picture with him, except me. lol. i asked him how old he was, he said 15. so i didn't bother flirting with him HAHA. but i did talk to him, like about which part of Japan he comes from and about basketball and blablabla...so much i can't remember. but he kept turning to the school vice-principal cuz he didn't understand what i was saying. -.- but of course he answered me la. forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i changed into my indian costume(cuz we had to show them the ethnic costumes) later we first modeled our ethnic costumes :) :) :) then we sang the singapore songs and danced, and then we gave them a surprise. we sang Kitaguni No Haru and did the algorithm march for them. hmm, then they were holding up names of each of us.....so i was finding and finding for my japanese buddy, but cannot find!!! then got this group of three girls came to me and held my hand, and one of them were holding my name. so i was like, how did you know it's me? and miss melissa said, WOW!! THEY KNOW YOU!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm popular what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we went to have our lunch at their canteen. so we talked....and i asked them ALOT of questions. shirley was with me but she was relatively quiet compared to me, HAHA. then we went back to the school and i changed into my uniform + blazer and we had to say farewell. of course we did exchange email add, but i more of gave them my email add and expect them to email me......i hope they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had to waled up the mountains, for like, 2 freaking hours. and i skipped with jacinta and got scolded by mr cheong and mohd. i don't regret it cuz there's only once i can do it at that very place, and i did! :) i was so exhausted by the end of it and we went back to our host families for dinner. that was the last dinner we had with them :( so while we were going to sleep the four of us crapped around a little bit. i did something to Muykim that night :P and they caught me snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG7k61m340I/AAAAAAAAAwg/izWZj_MhU3E/s1600-h/P1060270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG75rIvpjpI/AAAAAAAAAz4/uWQ1LKOYJqM/s320/P1060327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219383537646014098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG75rn42uWI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ifpd25_TEdE/s1600-h/P1060334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG75rn42uWI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ifpd25_TEdE/s320/P1060334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219383546006124898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG75sHdwbtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9dkvUbn6QOc/s1600-h/P1060345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG75sHdwbtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/9dkvUbn6QOc/s320/P1060345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219383554482400978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG77erT6ISI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NpUje2QRFF4/s1600-h/P1060367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG77erT6ISI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NpUje2QRFF4/s320/P1060367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219385522609856802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't wake up in the morning. it was bloody cold and the blanket was bloody thick and all i wanted to do was SLEEP SLEEP AND SLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by god' grace i finally woke up and i didn't wanna bathe!!!! it was VERY VERY VERY COLD!!!! so i just dressed up and went to have breakfast. and they drove us to the winery. and we were supposed to sing Kitaguni No Haru to all the host families, but it sucked, cuz most of us were already crying. damn, i hate the thought of it. it just sooo sad thinking of my host family, but obviously i couldn't go visit them. if only there was an mrt to Japan. LOL. so we had to say our final goodbyes to them :(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:( and we left. oh, you could only hear crying in the bus for the next 15mins. then we heading back to the city! FUKUOKA! there, we first visited the Fukuoka Tower, the tallest there. we went to yhe top of the tower and saw the beautiful scenery there for like...30mins. then we visited the Citizen's Safety Centre of Fukuoka. there, we experienced the highest earthquake and typhoon. COOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i was in the small room experiencing the typhoon, i faced the camera and acted like as if i was shooting for the Pantene advertisment, flinging my hair away and all. people outside were laughing their asses off. after that, we had lunch at a restaurant and had delicious chocolate mousse. then went to robosqaure. interacted with some of the robots there, but failed. i tried to talk to a Hello Kitty robot there but failed miserably. ALL IT COULD TALK WAS JAPANESE AND MORE JAPANESE. so i kept saying "wakarimasen", which is ' i don't understand in Japanese. so the robot kapt repeating what it said, and i kept repeating my WAKARIMASEN, and it finally ignored me. after that....WOOHOO!!!! shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shoppoed at AEON MALL. i shopped with my wonderful buddy Shafawati. and i bought stuff! for myself! and i bought dad a pair of sandals. so i didn't know his size...but bought the biggest size anyways, and asked for it to be wrapped. so while waiting, beside me this cute little young boy was sitting, AND I TALKED TO HIM! he is soooo cute, with chubby and rosy cheeks i wish he was my brother. and when i told him he was kawaii he got real excited and pointed to his younger brother. i was like, yeah yeah, kawaii too. gahh i wish i could bring him back home!!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so we had dinner there and checked in at a hotel. oh my god i hated that night. cuz the next morning we were leaving, and we had to pack. I HATE PACKING! so irritating. so while i was packing Ms Tok came into our room and checked our stuff. after showering, i and Wati had cup noodles, which reminded me of Singapore. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8IOklK4lI/AAAAAAAAA1w/txVBE6ZOn5k/s320/P1060412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399539576463954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8IO0edvFI/AAAAAAAAA14/iFCcCch0Gdc/s1600-h/P1060424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8IO0edvFI/AAAAAAAAA14/iFCcCch0Gdc/s320/P1060424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219399543843306578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8MogZ1z_I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Dcy9_K5b0cQ/s1600-h/P1060427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8MogZ1z_I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Dcy9_K5b0cQ/s320/P1060427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219404383178313714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8Mo7xmc2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/1Fz_Me8Xk28/s1600-h/P1060428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8Mo7xmc2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/1Fz_Me8Xk28/s320/P1060428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219404390525727586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8MpHFCCQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gmOfgtMEkNA/s1600-h/P1060430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8MpHFCCQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gmOfgtMEkNA/s320/P1060430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219404393560017154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8MpRKU3UI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/soqID1POP10/s1600-h/P1060433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8MpRKU3UI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/soqID1POP10/s320/P1060433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219404396266577218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8Mp5DRJWI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fXrzkvSngUc/s1600-h/P1060436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8Mp5DRJWI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fXrzkvSngUc/s320/P1060436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219404406974391650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5:45am Japan time and got ready in 45mins. i was gonna be home in less than 12hours :( i had mixed feelings. i was happy, but sad at the same time. happy that oh, finally i can do whatever i want and get enough sleep, but sad that it'll take really, really, really long to go back to Japan. i had less than 6hours of sleep everyday that i was in Japan. so...we went to thw Fukuoka airport, and got our tickets. I WAS GIVEN THE MIDDLE SEAT AGAIN -.- so i asked around if anybody was willing to exchange with me, and Berwin was very willing to exchange his seat with mine :) :) :) his was window seat :) :) :) sat beside zhen hong. had Japanese food in the aeroplane. i was already pretty sick of Japanese food. but the beef i asked for was already taken by the other passengers. yeah yeah, so we reached singapore :( took pictures and headed to Loyang Secondary School. there, Mr Mohd's wife gave us "Welcome Back Cookies" :) then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8QOlk02iI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1Gdy76-Ymm4/s1600-h/14-06-08_0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8QOlk02iI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1Gdy76-Ymm4/s320/14-06-08_0822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219408335936477730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8QOzpnnJI/AAAAAAAAA2w/SJ5MvKK25KA/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a16cv9gI/AAAAAAAAA5E/lyIN8ZxQ41I/s320/P1060472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219420006670923266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a2Ry1EVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/jU9rhEeizpU/s1600-h/P1060473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a2Ry1EVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/jU9rhEeizpU/s320/P1060473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219420012937548114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a2kWWRvI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ktA0NA1FISM/s1600-h/P1060474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a2kWWRvI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ktA0NA1FISM/s320/P1060474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219420017918363378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a2zUmP5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/yjSXLT5fWcw/s1600-h/P1060477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SG8a2zUmP5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/yjSXLT5fWcw/s320/P1060477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219420021937553298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, once i reached home, i ringed the doorbell. yoges opened AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN SAY A WORD. she just opened the gate for me and waited till i entered the house. WHAT THE HELL. i felt like slapping her, EVEN NOW, THINKING OF IT!!!!!! nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last thursday on the 26th of June we had a meeting and returned all our blazers. after it ended at about 6pm, we headed for Sakura and downtown east. mr cheong, the very generous-with-his-money teacher, wanted to treat the people involved in the Hiruoka trip. so, yeah, just like what we had in Japan, it was buffet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post took one week to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;10hours.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-4100418887438732344?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://lysechiro2008.edublogs.org/' title='Humanities Trip - Fukuoka And Hiroshima'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4100418887438732344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=4100418887438732344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4100418887438732344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4100418887438732344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/06/humanities-trip-fukuoka-and-hiroshima.html' title='Humanities Trip - Fukuoka And Hiroshima'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SGbowqeV67I/AAAAAAAAAlg/rQBWXnJS_dY/s72-c/P1050706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5869686102761226117</id><published>2008-06-04T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:42:28.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiroshima!!!!</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;the holidays started 2weeks ago but i've been going to school every single weekday. first, there's the tutorials for the graduating classes and after that, there's the Hiroshima trip meeting. it's very tiring BUT I CAN'T WAIT TO GO THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tutorials finish at 1230 and i go back home, and come back at 1400 for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Hiroshima trip preparations have been quite intensive. learning Japanese, discussing stuff with my group....so and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i met up with Luvenia at bugis cuz i wanted her accompany me to Mustafa Centre to buy stuff for my trip. that ***** said meet at 1230, so i was already in bugis at around 1215. so when i smsed her to ask where she was, SHE WAS STILL FREAKIN AT HOME. kanina i was FUCKING PEEVED. i felt like bitch-slapping her and slapping her in ALL KINDS OF WAYS!&lt;br /&gt;she ended up coming at 1:11p.m. AND THAT GIRL CAN STILL SMILE AT ME AFTER SEEING ME. SHE'S LUCKY I DIDN'T SLAP HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, so while waiting for her i went to bugis junction and OG to try on some clothes(great singapore sale is going on!!)&lt;br /&gt;so after we reached mustafa i made her carry the basket and put all of the stuff i wanted in there. and after buying those stuff i made her carry them for me till bugis MRT. :P&lt;br /&gt;and on that day it was raining SOOOO heavily. and while walking back to bugis MRT, i slipped and fell. and i wasn't embarrassed at all. i slip and fall almost all the time. so i'm pretty much used to it :P yeah so while i was walking with luvenia her face didn't look too happy(i think its because i made her do stuff for me, CUZ SHE WAS LATE) so i kept hugging her and saying I LOVE YOU. hahaha. i did that like, 10times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, MORE ABOUT MY HIROSHIMA TRIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a group. and it consists of Uma Maheshwary (duh!), Furqaan, Jacinta, Wati, Zhen Hong and Muykim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group leader is furqaan from 3e2. idk if he hates me or what but he asks me to shut up all the time i open my mouth. and when i used the word "fuck" he made such a big hoo hah about it. he looks innocent, BUT HE'S NOT!!!!! funny guy. my roommate will be Wati! she's from 3T1 and said she'd share her chocolates and snacks with me!!!!! then we have Jacinta, modern dance leader. very chatty girl (like me) so i guess we don't get on each others' nerves :) i've not been talking much to Muykim cuz she's in coursework most of the time but i guess we'll do well during the trip! i've also been clicking well with Zhen Hong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i'm the assistant group leader. I'M A GOOD LEADER CUZ I LIKE TO BOSS PEOPLE AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj8OXGdRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/C8U-Uj4I6Fg/s1600-h/P6020018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208030274143024402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj8OXGdRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/C8U-Uj4I6Fg/s400/P6020018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's my pink bandana and he actually put it in his mouth -.- oh! i just remembered! he called me a heartless beast yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj8eXGdSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZJel87ytsTQ/s1600-h/P6020038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208030278437991714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj8eXGdSI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZJel87ytsTQ/s400/P6020038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj9uXGdTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4GaAKgwepb0/s1600-h/P6020039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208030299912828210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj9uXGdTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4GaAKgwepb0/s400/P6020039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i took the trouble to go buy the souvenirs for some3 of my group members. luvenia helped me choose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEakqOXGdUI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Z_-IJ509Wwk/s1600-h/P5270001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208031064417006914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEakqOXGdUI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Z_-IJ509Wwk/s400/P5270001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEakqOXGdVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Mqsj4zVrx1M/s1600-h/P5280005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208031064417006930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEakqOXGdVI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Mqsj4zVrx1M/s400/P5280005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've been doing really well with my group members! oh! and i've already finished packing all my stuff!! haha. and i can't even sleep nowadays. always i wake up in the middle of the night and i'm like, JAPAN! JAPAN! hahahahahahahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU WILL MISS ME ALOT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5869686102761226117?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5869686102761226117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5869686102761226117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5869686102761226117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5869686102761226117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiroshima.html' title='hiroshima!!!!'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SEaj8OXGdRI/AAAAAAAAAk4/C8U-Uj4I6Fg/s72-c/P6020018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6186061255926322133</id><published>2008-05-20T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:33:21.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GULLIBLE PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>FIRST THERE WAS THE RAINBOW THING AND NOW THE BIG RADIATION WAVE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many people who has a rainbow in their msn nick right now, becuase they heard from some sources that each rainbow would donate 20cents to the china eathquake victims. LIKE REAL. -.-    then one of my friends actually put it at first, but after that he took it off. and told me that now they're saying that rainbow thing is actually for people to hack into their accounts. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE F!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything also they believe sia!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then just like 10mins ago my friend smsed me this : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pls switch OFF all ur handphone 2NITE. According to Metro TV, there will be a BIG RADIATION WAVE circulating thru the handphone towersat 11PM 2NITE which is very DANGEROUS to humans. pls infrom ur friends NOT 2 keep their phones with them . Please FORWARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omg, are you kidding me!? first of all, i've never even heard of metro tv. second of all, WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE IT!?!?!?!?!?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are so gullible. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i tell them i have an alien in my home they'd say OMG? REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, when someone is telling the truth they'd say DON'T LIE. and when someone is telling such a stupid thing like the above-mentioned (SO FREAKIN LAME) they believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6186061255926322133?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6186061255926322133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6186061255926322133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6186061255926322133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6186061255926322133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/gullible-people.html' title='GULLIBLE PEOPLE'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-2751595161860180887</id><published>2008-05-17T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:46:13.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Girl Award</title><content type='html'>today is a day filled with awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamal just gave me the Best Girl Award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm flattered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-2751595161860180887?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2751595161860180887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=2751595161860180887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2751595161860180887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2751595161860180887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-girl-award.html' title='Best Girl Award'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-2688079063338722092</id><published>2008-05-17T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:59:34.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Blog Award</title><content type='html'>Rolf presented to me, THE BEST BLOG AWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo happy. i've come such a LOOONG way. thank you. thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. can someone please check that envelope again? i can't believe this! i've always wanted to be the best blogger, and i AM one now. oh my god! thank you soo much! i want to thank my mom and dad for making me, and my sister for not being there at all. i would also like to thank Warner Bros, uhm, Britney, for being there for me always, and oh! of course! Rolf! for giving me this award. i don't think i have enough time to tell thank you to everyone, wait, let me check. *looks backstage* ok, i have 2mins more! thank you! to be standing here, it feels wonderful! i'd love to come back to this very place again. thank you! thank you! and thank you to all my fans! i'll never forget you! love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC7kmFFB52I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TgeIgJLyAhg/s1600-h/trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201345962508937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC7kmFFB52I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TgeIgJLyAhg/s400/trophy.jpg" 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/22279465-2688079063338722092?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2688079063338722092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=2688079063338722092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2688079063338722092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2688079063338722092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-blog-award.html' title='Best Blog Award'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC7kmFFB52I/AAAAAAAAAkw/TgeIgJLyAhg/s72-c/trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1103281154616045632</id><published>2008-05-16T22:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:25:58.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for me to blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me start wherever i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday i went for a mother's day celebration at Conrad Centennial Hotel Ballroom. went with my mom, yoges, shahnaz, her sister, her mom and shashni, her mom and her grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWFFB5rI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xvjU0e6CQAg/s1600-h/page6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200986147328747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWFFB5rI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xvjU0e6CQAg/s320/page6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWVFB5sI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jn6luJH9yyw/s1600-h/page7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200986151623714498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWVFB5sI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jn6luJH9yyw/s320/page7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWlFB5tI/AAAAAAAAAjo/MeHAX5S396A/s1600-h/P1050069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200986155918681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWlFB5tI/AAAAAAAAAjo/MeHAX5S396A/s320/P1050069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went to my aunt's house to celebrate Mom's day with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and Germaine treated me to Chocolate Fondue at Swensen's for my birthday. and after seeing my pics in her blog, i'm embarrassed. i made such a fool out of myself there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2eIVFB5uI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vVlug1UfI_w/s1600-h/P300408_17.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200987010617173730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2eIVFB5uI/AAAAAAAAAjw/vVlug1UfI_w/s320/P300408_17.25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thanks Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with Luvenia on the last day of exams (last wednesday). that girll said she'd meet me at 3, BUT CAME AT 4. wtf. but surprisingly i wasn't mad at all. she's lucky, if not she'd probably get a slap from me. HAHA. so instead of waiting for her i went to buy new diamantes and met her at bugis MRt at 4. and we walked SOOO much. she was shopping for her camp which will be held somewhere in malaysia...so we walked around bugis street, then to bugis junction, walked to mustafa centre, went up and down there, walked to OG, and went back home. we shopped for 4 and a half hours. isn't it great! and i'd definitely bring her for any ohter shopping cuz i can tell her what to do. i'm 21months older than her, so she better listen to me. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2goFFB5vI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O5nA0eAE0ks/s1600-h/page4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200989755101275890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2goFFB5vI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O5nA0eAE0ks/s320/page4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2goVFB5wI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Sks91Z0-Wzk/s1600-h/page5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200989759396243202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2goVFB5wI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Sks91Z0-Wzk/s320/page5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and yixian came to my house just now, to let me bling up her phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kvFFB5xI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-rThU9rmpIc/s1600-h/P1050233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200994273406871314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kvFFB5xI/AAAAAAAAAkI/-rThU9rmpIc/s320/P1050233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kvVFB5yI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KW-IuOgo9Cc/s1600-h/P1050255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200994277701838626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kvVFB5yI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KW-IuOgo9Cc/s320/P1050255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kvlFB5zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ugCHS3hGo7g/s1600-h/P1050248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200994281996805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kvlFB5zI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ugCHS3hGo7g/s320/P1050248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kv1FB50I/AAAAAAAAAkg/s_GVeJleJiI/s1600-h/P1050259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200994286291773250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2kv1FB50I/AAAAAAAAAkg/s_GVeJleJiI/s320/P1050259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm definitely happy with my work. and i'm sure she's happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, i's show you my phone. IT LOOKS MORE EXPENSIVE THAN YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm so broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, while studying for my A.Math exam, which was a HUGE failure, i made my own formulas!!!! i'm such a genius! wanna see?? wanna see??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S CALLED &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE UMA FORMULA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2l6lFB51I/AAAAAAAAAko/4Pf4QzuxnxM/s1600-h/img081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200995570486994770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2l6lFB51I/AAAAAAAAAko/4Pf4QzuxnxM/s320/img081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO TRUE RIGHT?? my dad saw it and said i'm very creative. but he said he didn't like the JUST GIVE UP part. but i learnt it from somebody...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26 May: MT O-level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1103281154616045632?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1103281154616045632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1103281154616045632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1103281154616045632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1103281154616045632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-for-me-to-blog.html' title='time for me to blog!'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SC2dWFFB5rI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xvjU0e6CQAg/s72-c/page6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6135915942143442332</id><published>2008-05-14T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:08:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BREAKING NEWS: UMA WILL UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! how are you guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams ended today, and now it's 11:39p.m. and i shall update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually i kinda forgot what happened for the past month and there were lots of things i wanted to talk about, but, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! the exams were like, some were easy and some were difficult. but if i fail history paper 2, IT IS NOT MY FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me tell what happened. for history essay question, we get to choose 1 question out of three. and in each question, there's part (a) and part (b).&lt;br /&gt;so there was a mistake in question one cuz it said shit like hitler ruling russia and stuff. first when i read that question, i was like, is that something i didn't study or is it just the question? anyways, the question had a mistake, OBVIOUSLY, so i skipped and went to do the second question instead. but unfortunately, i only knew how to do part (b) of question 2, and i was kinda clueless for part (a). so thirty minutes later, after i finished the WHOLE of my question 2(b), the teacher comes to ammend the question 1. after the ammendment, I KNEW THE ANSWERS FOR QUESTION ONE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so bloody pissed off. of course i can't change my question already!!!!! i had no time to re-do!!!!!!!! and i was sick for my science papers. really. and for A math, the topic i studied the most did not come out. TRIGONOMETRY. how unlucky could i get, you tell me! so apparently for A math paper i just sat down there clueless and got bored. and people get sleepy when they're bored. i tried to try the A math questions.BUT HOW TO TRY WHEN I'M COMPLETELY CLUELESS!?!?!?!?!?!?!? the only subjects i'm confident about is geography, MT, english and e math. i am sooo worried.&lt;br /&gt;my Japan trip is in jeopardy :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i took so many pictures over the past few months/weeks/days i haven't been blogging. but i won't talk about it cuz, I FORGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWmFFB5nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VjlPLogfEKE/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200275038183482994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWmFFB5nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VjlPLogfEKE/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWmlFB5oI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WmOuj1RrN0g/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200275046773417602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWmlFB5oI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WmOuj1RrN0g/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWm1FB5pI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fsdE0zPav10/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200275051068384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWm1FB5pI/AAAAAAAAAjI/fsdE0zPav10/s320/page2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWnVFB5qI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GhlvDUdwMcM/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200275059658319522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWnVFB5qI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GhlvDUdwMcM/s320/page3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be continued!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6135915942143442332?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6135915942143442332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6135915942143442332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6135915942143442332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6135915942143442332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-news-uma-will-update.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SCsWmFFB5nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/VjlPLogfEKE/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-7921329292556430618</id><published>2008-05-03T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:08:52.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER SWEET 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG AM I LIKE TURNING SWEET SIXTEEN LIKE TOMORROW LIKE...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-7921329292556430618?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/7921329292556430618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=7921329292556430618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7921329292556430618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/7921329292556430618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-sweet-16.html' title='SUPER SWEET 16'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5113159857238702922</id><published>2008-05-03T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:06:59.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA IS GOING TO BE SIXTEEN</title><content type='html'>those of you reading this better give me birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not you'll become bankrupt in some point of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSES COME TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;MINE DOES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5113159857238702922?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5113159857238702922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5113159857238702922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5113159857238702922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5113159857238702922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/05/uma-is-going-to-be-sixteen.html' title='UMA IS GOING TO BE SIXTEEN'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-7276089115442735020</id><published>2008-05-03T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:05:03.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why uma haven't been updating her precious blog.</title><content type='html'>i know i haven't been posting for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE,&lt;br /&gt;i've been using my computer time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll do better being a nerd. i fit into the nerd category better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll update once exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GONNA BE A LONG ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blog.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-914943174185164342</id><published>2008-05-03T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:56:06.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER DUPER SWEET SIXTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG, IS UMA LIKE TURNING SWEET SIXTEEN LIKE TOMORROW LIKE...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-914943174185164342?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6575970139215123112</id><published>2008-04-05T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:01:28.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T ASK ME TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RE-LINK&lt;/span&gt; YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M JUST GONNA DELETE YOUR NAME IF YOU DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T STAND THOSE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6575970139215123112?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6575970139215123112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6575970139215123112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6575970139215123112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6575970139215123112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-ask-me-to-re-link-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-314040967255675671</id><published>2008-04-04T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:33:48.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i really don't know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, latest news is that i've been selected to go to Hiroshima, Japan. and the condition is that those selected have to pass all the subjects they're taking for the Mid-Year Examinations. well i think it's perfectly do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been studying for the past two days cuz i have the strong desire to go to Japan, and i could hear Japan calling my name. I COULD HEAR IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways, last last Monday, those who were interested in the Japan trip had to go for an interview with three teachers. i was asked three questions:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What will you do if you were to get lost in a country and you don't speak their language.&lt;br /&gt;2. How will you introduce our school to the people there?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you think we should choose you to go to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. the questions were something like that. and i answered what i felt, and i guess i did well. so during the whole week i thought i was in a 50-50 chance of getting to go to Japan. so when i saw my name in the list the next Monday(4 days ago), i was really HAPPY! so i hugged Germaine and Ghaya(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i was so happy i wanted to text my dad that i was chosen. and just when i took out my handphone Ms Kursiah confiscated it. HAHAHAHAHA. i was so happy and then someone comes to take my phone away. coming to think of it, i think its pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well where can i start. nothing interesting have been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and Shirlyn passed me this book, Anne Frank, the diary of a little girl. it's about a diary which was written during WWII. and for the past week i'm noticing the girls in my class have started to read books! fascinating! (including me.)maybe they've been reading books frequently but i just noticed it after i myself started reading. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today after school i went to Downtown East with Germaine, went to Tamil Tutorial and then for the meeting for the Japan trip. IT WAS FUN! we got to know each others' names by repeating it over and over again and played the human entanglement. I LOVE THAT GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to type out how we got to know each other's names! i still remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- razi, rainbow reneel, unique uma, antique aishah, polite pristine, amazing amanda, jamming jasmine, leader luanne, hot hiyati, friendly furkhan, magnificent mohammad, nice -----, cheerful cherylyn, funny -----, notorious nabeel, crazy chen zhen hong, xtreme xuanda, naughty nizham, dashing daniel, attractive alif, momochi mellissa, aspiring allyson, super -----, --------shirley and ridiculous rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those with the ------- means i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! mid-year examinations are starting on 24th April!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today pretty much the whole class was throwing paper aeroplanes at each other. so when the relief teacher was there for the last two periods, they were still throwing paper aeroplanes. and amaresh actually went to sit under his table to do his work. i've so much comments on it!! 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He came like, 45mins later. so after that we took pictures and amira had to go for a concert. so we took the MRT and i didn't wanna go home early. go home also so boring. so hakim and i went to airport and walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERMINAL 3 IS SOO BORING. so i only ate ice-cream the whole day. and drank a huge cup of coke. i ate and ice-cream cone while waiting for hakim and had ice-cream again at airport. and duh! my feet was full of blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R-TVTm4F0bI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sPiiPhdS4-o/s1600-h/P1030047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500004212953522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R-TVTm4F0bI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sPiiPhdS4-o/s320/P1030047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R-TVUW4F0cI/AAAAAAAAAew/XUPy0iUzJRw/s1600-h/P1030051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180500017097855426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R-TZim4F0uI/AAAAAAAAAhA/M4ndEWfplME/s400/P1030120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-2570474784957178727?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2570474784957178727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=2570474784957178727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2570474784957178727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2570474784957178727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-friday.html' title='GOOD FRIDAY'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R-TVTm4F0bI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sPiiPhdS4-o/s72-c/P1030047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-661877116011874908</id><published>2008-03-12T17:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:23:43.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya i know you all missed me like hell this past few days. but i had lots and lots of fan letters to reply to cuz i love them SO SO SOOOO much. PHEW~so finally, now i could blog again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, the "great' loyang camp was held from the 3rd-7th March. and miraculously, i attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was kayaking &amp;amp; dragon boating. kayaking SUCKED LIKE HELL!!!!!!!! i partner was orisha(is that how you spell her name?) and she didn't know where left and right is, her communication skills sucked and blablabla. FUNNIEST THING FOR DHANESH, i capsized. and my fat ass couldn't get up again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! i don't need you laughin at me cuz i'm here laughing at myself! so from chagi beach we kayaked AAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL the freakin' way to east coast park(ECP). somewhere in the middle i started feeling sea-sick and my partner WASN'T HELPING AT ALL!!!!! but i did finish at east coast park so I DON'T GIVE UP THAT EASILY. lol(actually i give up very easily) then we had brunch at ECP and we dragon-boated back to changi beach. dragon boating was much much easier and less tiring(because i didn't do anything). and that was a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering how come i capzize ALL the time i change my partners during kayaking. when i was in sec two it was siva, and i capsized. and later in that day it was julius, i capsized. and now it's orisha, i capsized. FUCKFUCKFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friend: mariam,nabilah,orisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R9ejZfe3W3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/dToZHITwA6M/s1600-h/P1020670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176785955028687730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R9ejZfe3W3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/dToZHITwA6M/s320/P1020670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R9ejZ_e3W4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/XmS7ZuqXBlU/s1600-h/P1020671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176785963618622338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R9ejZ_e3W4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/XmS7ZuqXBlU/s320/P1020671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have high-elements and CIP on the second day. but since it was raining the high-elements were cancelled(i thanked god) and we went to Labrador whatever whatever for some kinda activities. using our team members, we had to make a cargo truck and before that, WE PLAYED THE LAMEST GAME EVER! something like, train, lighthouse, and eating or what. AND XYLIA, I HATE YOU FOR MAKING ME DO THAT LIGHTHOUSE THING. HATE HATE HATE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we had shitty lunch there and off we go to The Salvation Army! i was really hoping i would not go to that metta centre at bedok again cuz i've been going there for 2 years AND IT IS FUCKING BOOORING!! so at first i thought the salvation army would be full of cute soldiers so i could check out some of them BUT NO. only old people worked there. and there weren't any sight of soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the clothes and stuff that you donate goes to the salvation army:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to seperate things, adult clothes, children clothes, curtains and stuff, and BRAS. some stupid people actually donated dirty clothes and dirty undergarments. i really felt like slapping their face if i knew who they were. but some were generous enough to donate some really nice dresses(GAGA!!) and shirts. i thought my rashes would come again after touching all those strangers' clothes, but no. if i had i would have a reason for my dad to bring me to the skin doctor and YIPEE! i could skip the next three days of camp. BUT NO. so nisha seperated the clothes together with me and i was cursing throughout, at those people who actually donated dirty clothes. she beared with it i guess? maybe inside she was saying "oh my god this fat uma can't keep her mouth shut." IDK. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH OH YEAH!!!! and on the way there i saw a baby-pink coloured van!!! AAHHH!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R9k_Tfe3XAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IpxJPMpeQ7E/s1600-h/P1020681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177238850740116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R9k_Tfe3XAI/AAAAAAAAAaY/IpxJPMpeQ7E/s320/P1020681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Do_e3XBI/AAAAAAAAAag/SWdLtfjqtM0/s1600-h/P1020682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178721361781546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Do_e3XBI/AAAAAAAAAag/SWdLtfjqtM0/s320/P1020682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dpve3XCI/AAAAAAAAAao/WxYaoJ1QD4c/s1600-h/P1020683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178721374666447906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dpve3XCI/AAAAAAAAAao/WxYaoJ1QD4c/s320/P1020683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dp_e3XDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aSwRXb0oLZw/s1600-h/P1020684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178721378961415218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dp_e3XDI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aSwRXb0oLZw/s320/P1020684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dqfe3XEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/awDu5-iyun4/s1600-h/P1020686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178721387551349826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dqfe3XEI/AAAAAAAAAa4/awDu5-iyun4/s320/P1020686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dq_e3XFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qUK1e0_teaE/s1600-h/P1020685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178721396141284434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Dq_e3XFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qUK1e0_teaE/s320/P1020685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE BRA BAG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GQfe3XGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/v3OyvVk4TTE/s1600-h/P1020688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178724239409634402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GQfe3XGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/v3OyvVk4TTE/s320/P1020688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nabilah and mabel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GQve3XHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1uRNRJCKxYw/s1600-h/P1020689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178724243704601714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GQve3XHI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1uRNRJCKxYw/s320/P1020689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the huge-trashbag puller (haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GQ_e3XII/AAAAAAAAAbY/vOoerF0_Kw8/s1600-h/P1020692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178724247999569026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GQ_e3XII/AAAAAAAAAbY/vOoerF0_Kw8/s320/P1020692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and someone donated a CONDOM. i was practically staring at it for like, 2mins(apparentaly in my mind, i was thinking, does this person in his coockoo mind even have the brains to think that ONE condom can actually be considered, A DONATION)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was thinking and thinking, and thinking, and finally i figured out that the condom couldn't actually be useful to ANYONE, so i better go check it out myself. and i asked nisha to accompany me, lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've read somewhere that, to check if a condom is still good to use(not that i wanna use it), we should press the centre to feel if there's still air inside. if there is, then it's still good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GRPe3XJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/E0omW3VTuIE/s1600-h/P1020693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178724252294536338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96GRPe3XJI/AAAAAAAAAbg/E0omW3VTuIE/s320/P1020693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i opened it. actually i wanted to take that whole thing out and really experiment it, but nisha was like, "eh, don't touch it". so i listened to her and just threw it into the huge tree nearby. anyways it was already slightly yellow, so i doubt if it's still good. maybe it's already the original colour? IDK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM NOT DISGUSTING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM JUST PLAIN CURIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friends: nisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day was learning journey. and it was also the day we had to stay overnight. i feel learning journey was the most fun part of the camp. my group had to go clarke quay first, and then to Little India. before going to Little India we got to hang out at the shopping centre. i went with yoy0 and mariam. Had starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at clarke quay there was the G-Max thingy and i WANT TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't care somewhere around this year i AM GONNA TRY THAT OUT!!!!! THRILL RIDES ARE SSSOOOOOOO MY THING!!!!! and we had to do catwalk at Clarke Quay, i didn't do. please la, 10years time ya'll be seeing me on TV already okay??&lt;&lt;random&gt;&gt; and in little india we had to do indian dance, i DIDN'T DO. had komala villas(worst indian restaurant, EVER) for lunch. and we waited outside Tekka Mall for our bus to fetch us to school, and it took so long....camps are just good for wasting our life. so during the wait i and zahidah stared at passers-by(WAKAKAKAKAKA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friends: asraf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178731038342864034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96McPe3XKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5tOIhmNLeMU/s320/P1020694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Mcve3XLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LYMNdfLnyZ8/s1600-h/P1020695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178731046932798642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Mcve3XLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LYMNdfLnyZ8/s320/P1020695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Mdve3XMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ly9PR9lbhjU/s1600-h/P1020696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178731064112667842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Mdve3XMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ly9PR9lbhjU/s320/P1020696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA i wonder who wrote this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96MePe3XNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ALzBRZ6isgg/s1600-h/P1020697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178731072702602450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96MePe3XNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ALzBRZ6isgg/s320/P1020697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Meve3XOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xPAF7F81eg0/s1600-h/P1020698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178731081292537058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96Meve3XOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xPAF7F81eg0/s320/P1020698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REVERSE BUNGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P2fe3XPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tsjfl5UWuXU/s1600-h/P1020705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734787849313522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P2fe3XPI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tsjfl5UWuXU/s320/P1020705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P2_e3XQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KqktDSJrANY/s1600-h/P1020707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734796439248130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P2_e3XQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KqktDSJrANY/s320/P1020707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P3fe3XRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_Yy5v7BZLOk/s1600-h/P1020709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734805029182738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P3fe3XRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_Yy5v7BZLOk/s320/P1020709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P3ve3XSI/AAAAAAAAAco/Fonlggz9SCI/s1600-h/P1020710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734809324150050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P3ve3XSI/AAAAAAAAAco/Fonlggz9SCI/s320/P1020710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH MY GOODNESS, she even wants to be emo in starbucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P4Pe3XTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MdsQnhtXrVI/s1600-h/P1020712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178734817914084658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96P4Pe3XTI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MdsQnhtXrVI/s320/P1020712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at komala's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96S6fe3XUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/KoLYNIvGqzs/s1600-h/P1020713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178738155103673666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96S6fe3XUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/KoLYNIvGqzs/s320/P1020713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96S7fe3XVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nyHxKOeD_A4/s1600-h/P1020714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178738172283542866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96S7fe3XVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/nyHxKOeD_A4/s320/P1020714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96S8fe3XWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/18rYp6daK_0/s1600-h/P1020723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178738189463412066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96S8fe3XWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/18rYp6daK_0/s320/P1020723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fourth day, PRACTICALLY NOTHING. supposed to be high-elements. but since it was raining, there was a LOOONGGG delay. the camp was really really unorganized. the didnt have a PLAN 2. so we went for the minirock climbing and after that team building. i only liked the team building part. then after that we had to go for the REAL rock-climbing. so we waited there, and waited, and waited, for around an hour or so, and finally, NO ROCK CLIMBING. WHAT THA FUCK!!!! aiya, even if got rock-climbing also i wun participate. but others for sure wanted to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAMP = MEREPEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hmm. and the food they gave sucked. and the LAMEST THING EVER, is that we have to sing a song before eating!!!!!!!! WHAT THA FUCK MAN, SERIOUSLY. i felt like an idiot, AND I DIDN'T SING THAT STUPID SONG TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so staying overnight wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.............but if you ask me to stay overnight again, I WON'T. kanina, when we were bathing the instructors opened the curtains to see. FUCK LAH! got their own body then see la, FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last day we had to clean up the place. we did the toilets. i did nothin. pass me a glove and a mask and i'll do it, okay? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pics taken there:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V9Pe3XXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XPCZeEq17v0/s1600-h/P1020735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178741500883197298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V9Pe3XXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XPCZeEq17v0/s320/P1020735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V9ve3XYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NsQIvB95A8Y/s1600-h/P1020736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178741509473131906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V9ve3XYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NsQIvB95A8Y/s320/P1020736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V9_e3XZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MCqLb2esl5Y/s1600-h/P1020741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178741513768099218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V9_e3XZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MCqLb2esl5Y/s320/P1020741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V-fe3XaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7cEKqvnWn-o/s1600-h/P1020742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178741522358033826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V-fe3XaI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7cEKqvnWn-o/s320/P1020742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V-ve3XbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ojprmDcHOUI/s1600-h/P1020744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178741526653001138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96V-ve3XbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ojprmDcHOUI/s320/P1020744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZL_e3XcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/wWWMzbIXI5Q/s1600-h/P1020746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178745052821151170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZL_e3XcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/wWWMzbIXI5Q/s320/P1020746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZMPe3XdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BrRyIPryVSw/s1600-h/P1020750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178745057116118482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZMPe3XdI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BrRyIPryVSw/s320/P1020750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZMfe3XeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TMse9027xpg/s1600-h/P1020756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178745061411085794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZMfe3XeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TMse9027xpg/s320/P1020756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZM_e3XfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LXQqNDAU4eU/s1600-h/P1020757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178745070001020402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZM_e3XfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LXQqNDAU4eU/s320/P1020757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZNfe3XgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0ne2SnAzZAY/s1600-h/P1020765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178745078590955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96ZNfe3XgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0ne2SnAzZAY/s320/P1020765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and lets finish this post with some of yoy0.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96agfe3XhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QkL-3OTghbk/s1600-h/P1020766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178746504520097298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R96agfe3XhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QkL-3OTghbk/s320/P1020766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the messy post :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONCE EVERY FOUR YEARS, BIG DEAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if someone is born or dies on the 29th feb?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-2626360158500012591?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/2626360158500012591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=2626360158500012591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2626360158500012591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/2626360158500012591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/29th-february-2008-leap-year-once-every.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-4938878916925641200</id><published>2008-02-29T20:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:14:43.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tryna be nice WHEN YOU'RE NOT.</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i should talk about people who are totally behave differently to each individual. (ilma, i kinda modified your title). this kinda people, we really will not know who the REAL them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also guilty of behaving differently towards different people. i'm only MOST MYSELF with yoges(DUH! she's my sister), germaine, and xylia(she's damn boring in the mornings). i can't really be myself with amira(kinda best friend) cuz whenever i start being crazy she'd be like, STOP THAT LA, SORRY. or when i tell he stuff she'd say DON'T LIE LA. idk, maybe i look like a big fat liar to her, I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! back to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally know some people who act real nice to me, but behind my back, they mouth out all the bad things about me to other people like how a guys shoots his sperms into a vagina. and like hello, my haters, i think they're just plain STUPID. STUPID, wait, and a last one, STOOOPIDDD.&lt;br /&gt;why? because they actually talk shit about me to my good friends. HOW MUCH STUPIDER CAN A PERSON FUCKIN GET MAN!? i'm so not angry with them. in fact i think it's pretty hilarious. and those people who actually talk bad about me make me feel good. i feel popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't actually bother talking about someone when they don't play a significant part of your life, be it praising them or backstabbing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've heard of people telling me others don't like me JUST BECAUSE I DON'T TALK TO THEM. omg you really make me feel like Paris Hilton, seriously. oh yeah, even mr koh said that he once saw me in White Sands and smiled at me but i just walked away like Paris Hilton. i was like, I'M SO SO SORRY! I DIDN'T SEE YOU!! WHEN!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't ignore anybody, okay? if you really wanna talk to me then just come and talk la!!!!!!!!!!!! it's like as if i'd fart right at your face when you approach me. stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing which makes me feel popular is when people think i'm talking about them in their blogs. people, i'd only mention you if you're worth mentioning. if i really AM mentionaing you, your name &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be in that fuckin post okay? i can't believe so many people read my blog and yet i don't advertise anything in here, AND EARN MONEY. oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to stupid people, if you wanna backstab me, go do it to someone who is not close to me or whom i don't even talk to, OKAY? cuz you only make me feel &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when my friends tell me what you think of me. and to those people who read my blog and give shit about me BECAUSE OF MY BLOG, OMG YOU READ MY BLOG!!!! THANKS!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! YOU ACT LIKE YOU DON'T BOTHER ABOUT ME IN SCHOOL BUT YOU LOVE ME FOR MY BLOG!!!! OMG!!! THANKS!!! (you're just helping me get my blog get more popular) I LOVE YOU. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i think i'm such a good friend. cuz when you're my friend, i'm real good to you. for example if i have two best friends, A and B, and if A and B are not fond of each other, and they still love me right, they'd definitely talk bad about each other to me. and i'd tell A what B thought about him/her and vice versa. (happens in real life) okay la, its wijoyo and danny. both are my good/best friends, but aren't fond of each other. and also when they're giving me feedback about each other, i'd tell them that i would say whatever they're telling to me to the party they hate, since i love them. confusing? DON'T READ! so even when dora and shirlyn talk about germy's hair infront of me i'd go tell it to germy. but i'm too lazy to tell shirlyn and dora that i'd tell whatever they talked about germy behind her back. they could read it here :) i am so freakin honest. and i even told zahidah i thought she was crazy. even if she forgot i told her that, she could read it here :) i'm lazy to tell her again. but even she told she thought she was crazy herself. and i forced xylia to tell me that she thought i was a good friend. and i've told her that she's the most boring-est person on earth in the morning. if she forgot i told her that, she could read it here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you either be someone's friend, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't be their friend and talk shit about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even there are some stupid people, like, erm, ***m**** who know people who totally detest him/her behind his/her back, but are totally nice to him/her infront of him/her. that's JUST PLAIN STUPID. exchanging your friendship for backstabbing is like exchanging money for shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could just waffle off the classmates i hate in here, BUT THEIR NAMES SOOO DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN MY BLOG!!!! seriously, then they get popular how!? i'm stingy and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kinda girl who really backstabs people, cuz if i'm not happy with you, i'd tell it to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I CAN'T STAND PEOPLE WHO CRITICISE OTHERS OF THEIR LOOKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school ended at 12:30pm today and there was gonna be history "tutorial" at 3:00pm. so i went to yixian's house. her mom was really friendly. i ate like, ALOT THERE! her house is full off tidbits. i basically stole her food luh, i even brought some home! (sorry yixian) had yummy cheesecake the mom bought. and smelt the smelly hamsters while using the comp(i'm not fond of nature) which is why god created someone like, erm...BILL GATES. showed her chris' photo in her comp and she was like, EEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL!! and she said chris looked like the banglah in my class(name doesn't deserve to be advertised in my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-SO-GREAT-PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gROPZ14rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WT4tbPMx1rM/s1600-h/cats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172403108385776306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gROPZ14rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WT4tbPMx1rM/s400/cats2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;centre&gt; mr mohd is trying to act like zahidah, don't you think?&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gRPPZ14sI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ieh_8MeTR3o/s1600-h/DSC00107-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172403125565645506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gRPPZ14sI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ieh_8MeTR3o/s400/DSC00107-vert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;centre&gt; YIXIAN&amp;amp;ME&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gRPfZ14tI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mPXom9-129Q/s1600-h/DSC00096-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172403129860612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gRPfZ14tI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mPXom9-129Q/s400/DSC00096-vert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the two act cute boys. can't stand the one in the front! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-4938878916925641200?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4938878916925641200/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R8gROPZ14rI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WT4tbPMx1rM/s72-c/cats2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-633432550570465668</id><published>2008-02-22T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:59:17.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices of a Day</title><content type='html'>everyday when you wake up, the day ahead is FULL of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOU'RE STILL IN BED, you think of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you want to get out of bed, or just continue lying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you want to get a shower, or pretend you've taken your shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you wanna pee, or just control it until you get into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you'd look at your reflection in the mirror, or just forget about your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should be in a good, or bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should be doing what you should be doing, or do what you want for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER YOU'VE DECIDED TO GET OUT OF BED, you think of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farting. peeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should brush your teeth, or pretend you've brushed you teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should apply soap while bathing, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should think of what's gonna happen later that day, or just put it to what's really gonna happen later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should talk to a particular person, or just ignore him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should do things slowly, or faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get out of the shower and head to your room(this is a must)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHILE CHANGING, you think of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you should wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you should wear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should look stoned or dashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should eat that toast, or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should use a new pair of socks, or pretend you're wearing a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should message that person, or forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should take/ask for extra money, or just be poor for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether you should take those vitamin tablets, or eat all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER CHANGING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat that toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of how tasty it would be with another spread(you eat it anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of how you should style your hair(it's always the same so you don't bother thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at yourself a couple more times in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantasizing about how you wish you were (your imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face would look better if -------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare your bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you should tie those shoelaces, or leave them the way they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you should bring that hand sanitizer, or pretend your hand is clean all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER LEAVING THE HOUSE, you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow start thinking about the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double check if everything you need for the day is with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot, you've forgotten something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back into your house, wait a minute, i have it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of that person who back stabbed you, and if you slap him/her if you see him/her later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that's stupid because fights are just as good as fucked up lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of your crush, hubby, wife, kids maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hi to/smile at the first person you see that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin with your daily, routine life, moaning to yourself about it the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY I WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER YOU'VE BEGUN YOUR DAY, you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very much want it to end as fast as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you won't get teased by that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the person you hate is sick for the rest of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking about the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or if you love your life, hope time would walk at a slower pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think if that person would be online later so you could ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;think of what you would do later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after much waiting, you're glad it's called a day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOU'RE FREE, you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think if you should do that, or this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think if you should be cleaner, or just remain sweaty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eat oreos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watch your favourite tv show/ play computer games/ do your homework&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pity yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOU WISH YOUR FREE TIME WOULD GO SLOWER, you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think if you should start preparing for the next day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;get the "how i wish i was ---" syndrome again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sneeze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;scratch yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think of any random people who you saw earlier that day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think of what you would do a few days later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;start fantasizing about your future, yet again (what if it never happens)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think of that fat bitch whose blog is much better than yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;push yourself to do the thing you hate, homework or chores&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOUR DAY REALLY ENDS AND YOU GO TO BED, you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope that you'd get the BEST sleep ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope that the time pauses somewhere in the middle of the next few hours, when you have to wake up again to start your boring, everyday life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks amira, for giving me this title :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-633432550570465668?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3057312196370210171</id><published>2008-02-22T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:52:06.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what should i blog about</title><content type='html'>lately i haven't got any new ideas of what to blog about. maybe you could help me? just tell me what i should blog about, ANYTHING AT ALL! ilma, maybe you could give me something to talk about? cuz i guess you'll give good topics, and i'd make them very 'me' as possible. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE!!!! tell me what you want me to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! i totally cam-whored two saturdays ago, before going for dinner with my mom. i can't believe i did it!! i took &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures of myself&lt;/span&gt; for a whole 45 minutes before leaving my house. lol. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R77TQIEmdsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RQC57HD2ewE/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169801696266057410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R77TQIEmdsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RQC57HD2ewE/s400/cats.jpg" 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/22279465-3057312196370210171?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3057312196370210171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R77TQIEmdsI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RQC57HD2ewE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6217719864573943749</id><published>2008-02-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:21:29.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angry angry blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone just said my blog was ANGRY ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i should try to be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6217719864573943749?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6217719864573943749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6217719864573943749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6217719864573943749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6217719864573943749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/angry-angry-blog.html' title='angry angry blog'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5830659044759203728</id><published>2008-02-19T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:22:14.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coloured bras and pussy-smelling</title><content type='html'>EH HI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, i'm here blogging while my classmates are in school having additional math tutorial. i decided not to attend because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't wanna miss the tyra banks show&lt;br /&gt;2. even if i go, nothing would go into my brain, so what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;3. i felt sweaty and i wanted to bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after assembly today we had sort of a girl's talk with our vice principle(idk what's her name). and she was saying things like girls are not supposed to wear coloured brassieres to school and that people could see our panties when we wear short skirt. it's a wonder how come she never talked about g-strings. i'm sure there are girls wearing g-strings to school,and they don't wear shorts. some girls don't wanna wear shorts under their skirts cuz they think they look fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my point was, schools can't completely stop ALL students from breaking rules. for example, like what my v-pricipal was saying, stop all girls from wearing coloured bras. i was wondering, during the nagging sessions, IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? i mean, everyday, there is gonna be one girl, who wears a laced bra to school, a push up bra to school, a patterned bra to school. so how on earth is there gonna be a day when all girls actually turn up to my school with a WHITE BRA!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if the girl doesn't have a white bra? maybe you could give her about $300 to buy five white bras if she's the high-class type. (like me) i won't fucking buy a 3 for $10 bra okay? the cheapest bra i've owned is like, $60? ok this is getting too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! my point was, even teachers wear translucent blouses and we could see the bra they're wearing. obviously all students wanna be more hotter than teachers and wear a more brighter coloured bra to school! and a hot girl would say "wearing a white or tan bra is sooooooo not sexy, uhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like this, you can't stop. like how i find the people who say "I WANT WORLD PEACE" absolutely ridiculous. there'll only be world peace when every single living thing on earth dies, which will take another million years so caring about the world is NONE OF OUR BUSINESS. unless you know you'll live a million years. like how people say, believe in yourself, YOU CAN DO IT! yes! so believe you can live a million years. by that time i think you'd be completely sick and tired of being sick and tired of life until you'll commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and last friday, i stayed back in school until 6+. i joined hakim and amira to "help" those debaters going for the julia gabriels thingy. and when we were going back home, i don't know if its hakim or zikri, threw a magazine on the floor in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T STOP LITTERING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and everybody laughed at me. so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i actually meant was, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T! STOP LITTERING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, yesterday's yesterday, i went to my guitar audition with amira. and i didn't get in. and i'm glad. i know why i didn't make it through. cuz i was completely half-hearted. i had a heck-care attitude. so i already saw it coming. i mean, even if i actually made it through the audition i'd be damn sick and tired already la. of school work of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had no tutorials so i decided to go back home a study (as if). so while i was walking outside of school with Xylia i felt i didn't wanna go home. so we walked to downtown east, had macdonalds, and walked back home. and the couple sitting just a table away from us at macdonalds were damn intimate. the guy was like, smelling his gf's pussy!? OMFG macdonalds should make a sepearate space with hearts all over for couple who can't control their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5830659044759203728?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5830659044759203728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5830659044759203728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5830659044759203728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5830659044759203728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/eh-hi-how-are-you-well-anyways-im-here.html' title='coloured bras and pussy-smelling'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8469194292744995765</id><published>2008-02-15T21:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:53:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your blog sucks</title><content type='html'>i've been to thousands and thousands of blogs hoping that i'd get hooked on to at least one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe the only two blogs i think are worth reading is&lt;br /&gt;1. Xiaxue's&lt;br /&gt;2. MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the best blog in the world(only amongst the ones i've come across) is Xiaxue's. but nowadays she don't update as much so i just read my own blog posts again and again and pretend i've never read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really think i re-read my own posts, you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, don't you just wanna admit to the fact that the best blog you've ever read is UMA'S!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other blogs are like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hi, today i shitted. had fun shitting! PICTURES! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. why are you like that? i have been waiting but it seems so long. why is god doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. helloxx. todaee ii went to see miie laogorxx then ii went to eat fattnooddlless. iif we eat too muuch ffatnnooddlless we wiill beecomme fatt horxx. after that we went to meet xiiaobabiixx.&lt;br /&gt;( oh my god by the time i finish reading this kinda post i would have died.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello. it has been a great wonderful day today. i did xxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the blogs which i'm interested in, the fonts are so damn small. so i don't bother even reading them after i see the words. my eyes might pop out after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the reason my eyes is so big is because i've seen too many blogs with small fonts. (fiona does that anwer your question? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even those who have a blog change their urls a gazillion times. to those of you, can you just ask your parents to choose a blog name for you? since you don't change the name your parents have given you, as you are truly satisfied by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggers who delete and renew their blogs a gazillion times. having a blog is just like living. this is a fact. you either live, or you die. so you either have a blog, or you just don't bother going to blogger.com, ok? MAKE UP YOUR DAMN PUSSY-BRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggers who let your picturs do the talking, YOUR PICTURES SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggers who change your blog skins as often as you change your undies, GO AND DIE! it's really irritating for me to get used to your new freakin skin okay!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blogs which have the shortest post in the world can attract more viewers than my blog. WHAT IS THIS!? i thought my blog was the best in the world!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE OTHER BLOGGERS EXCEPT FOR XIAXUE'S AND MINE!!!! and with exception to fiona's. and ilma's. other bloggers, you suck pussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you or your blog doesn't deserve to be criticized by this post from the world's most amazing blogger, kindly leave your url in my tagboard or email me. if not you yourself are accepting that your blog sucks. LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day, please come again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8469194292744995765?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8469194292744995765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=8469194292744995765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8469194292744995765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8469194292744995765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-to-thousands-and-thousands-of.html' title='your blog sucks'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1784516620057498731</id><published>2008-02-09T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:35:40.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping with germy</title><content type='html'>went shopping with germaine at orchard road yesterday. actually germaine was the one who was shopping for clothes. i just tried on the clothes with no intentions of buying it. then rested at starbucks for awhile and germy went to buy new cds. oh, and in starbucks, we say a ladyboy. maybe its the same one we saw last year. last year, we saw a guygirl wearing a purple ruffled dress at orchard. HeShe has moustache and did not shave hisher legs. yesterday we saw a guygirl wearing red all over. a top and a skirt, with a lil bit of his her tummy showing. maybe HeShe wanted to look like little red riding hood cuz HeShe was also wearing a red hood. I AM VERY SURE ITS THE SAME GUYGIRL WE SAW LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go germy's house today but am down with high fever. yup, my body is aching right now. i was practically sleeping the whole day today. i hope it gets better by tomorrow so i can do my homework. i was feeling so sick this morning i felt like dying already la. i think i got some virus from orchard road or eating BBQ pork(LOVE THAT!!). maybe body ache cuz of shopping the whole day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bare with me talking crap. i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick people don't make sense when they talk, or blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62sleUn-UI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fF9clJxGPLw/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164974107458533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62sleUn-UI/AAAAAAAAAXs/fF9clJxGPLw/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at subway with fiona:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62sl-Un-VI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JUqafh4fdTc/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164974116048468306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62sl-Un-VI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JUqafh4fdTc/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fire-drill day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62smOUn-WI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qE7-FFbezYY/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164974120343435618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62smOUn-WI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qE7-FFbezYY/s320/P1010378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pics taken yesterday:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62wF-Un-XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ejr5eCCNzec/s1600-h/P1020389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164977964339165554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62wF-Un-XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ejr5eCCNzec/s320/P1020389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62wGeUn-YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cDoxmRRAWas/s1600-h/P1020398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164977972929100162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62wGeUn-YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/cDoxmRRAWas/s320/P1020398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62wHeUn-aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/napyiFgm4EA/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164977990108969378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R62wHeUn-aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/napyiFgm4EA/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at starbucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1784516620057498731?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1784516620057498731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1784516620057498731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-8253120332589680883</id><published>2008-02-08T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:55:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you feel when someone dies?</title><content type='html'>on the eve of Chinese New Year, after i came back home from my school's half-day, i heard a bad news. a relative died. but, he's not a close relative. but i was shocked, cuz his two daughters are just about my age. he died in an accident. at that moment when i heard the news, i felt sorry. really sorry for his kids. i went for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never experienced someone close to my family die before. and i don't want to. but one day, i know, i will have to bare the pain my both cousins have bared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kinda guilt you feel when you know you can't talk to the person anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regretting about what you did or didn't do for the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling will be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish the love of your loved ones and thank them, even for the smallest things. apologise to them, even for the smallest things, for then will the pain of them going away be much lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-8253120332589680883?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/8253120332589680883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=8253120332589680883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8253120332589680883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/8253120332589680883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-feel-when-someone-dies.html' title='what do you feel when someone dies?'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1329960456285009025</id><published>2008-02-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:05:25.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy sweet sixteenth birthday to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WIJOYO SINOMOSIKO&lt;/span&gt; (22nd January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIXIAN (28th January)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIVYA (29th January)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIRLYN (1st February)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and happy rebellious 14 to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUVENIA &lt;/em&gt;(4th February)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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SIXTEEN'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-362840003866634969</id><published>2008-02-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:59:42.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. it's a half day at school tomorrow cuz there's chinese new year the next day! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe alot of people money and it feels really bad. by alot i mean 3. and when i ask my parents for money all they say is "money? i where got money? don't have lah". cuz all they have is cards, cards, cards, cards, and cards. when i asked my dad for money, he asks me to ask my mom. and when i ask my mom, she asks me to ask my dad. HAIYOOOO!!!!!!! headache you know with them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also whenever i'm going out, i'll ask my dad first. it's not that he doesn't allow la. but at least must tell rite?? so i'd be like, "daddy can i go to xxxxxxx?" and he says "ask mummy". so when i ask my mom she'd say "ask daddy". and when i tell my dad that my mom told me to ask him he'd be like, "ask mummy la." and this hapens like, for 15mins ok? by this time i'm already damn confused and pissed and will leave the house already la. then my dad would ask, "eh where you going ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if my mom asks me to ask my dad if i could go out or vice versa it means they surely allow right!?!?! right now i don't even bother telling them where i'm going or what. i'd just sms them where i'm going to after i leave my house. this way i can avoid wasting like 15mins of my life asking each one of them again an again if i could go to so and so or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so yesterday i went for the CNY rehearsal guzheng was performing for. and since i, datin, fiona, xylia and germaine weren't performing, we sat in the hall, talking about, erm, sex?&lt;br /&gt;lol. we were basically laughing our asses off lah. and xylia keeps talking about blowjob. idk why. well not only xylia la. she made me talk about blowjob as well. lol. among us i think i and germaine are the horniest la. i think fat people are hornier then thin ones idk. like hellooo, if you're really my close friends i'd be the horniest friend you'd ever have okay??? okay i'd stop advertising my horniness. and germaine says being horny is my speciality. LOL. yeah so yesterday we were talking about sucking pussies, blowjob, group sex, blowjob, lesbian sex, blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah reminds me. last sunday i was trying out the demand tv my dad ordered. so i chose this movie and it was M18. so once the tv showed the M18 screen i was like "uh oh!" to my dad. and he was like "watch la". so of course i watched la! so my dad was getting ready to go out and he was like in his room. and while i was watching the movie i was hoping my dad wouldn't come out of his room at the "wrong time". he did. he came out of his room when the movie was showing a sex scene!!!!!! do you know how weird it was for me to watch a sex scene with my dad around!!!! i wonder what he was thinking la. but i guess he watched that part also. cuz he opened the main door to leave the house but peeped in to watch what was going on. LOL. i pretended to read my magazine. and my mom came out of the room at the same time and said "WHAT KIND OF A MOVIE IS THIS???" and turned to my dad and said "YOU LET HER WATCH ALL THIS AR??" in malay. i was like, IT'S A COMEDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah well my mom and dad communicate in malay when they don't want me or yoges to understand whatever they're saying. but hello of course now i understand whatever people talk in malay la. i've been hearing it for the past 15 years of my life. so malay people, now you know. i understand what you're talking about me even if its in malay. people have talked about me, infront of me, in malay but of course i just pretend i don't understand whatever they're saying la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning mr mohd talked to us about students getting a chance to go to japan. it's $2500 per person. and i really wanna go!!! but we have to have good results. i think i'll work harder. but what if never get to go!! hard work wasted you know!!!! so just now i talked to my dad about the japan trip and also about getting good results and how much it costs and blablabla. and he said "you give me good results and i'd beg or steal or however also you want, to make you go to japan." i was really touched la. my dad is the best lah. YOU WANNA DEBATE WITH ME ABOUT WHOSE DAD IS BETTER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM PICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqYtQiFII/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ig5WM63nklY/s1600-h/P1000120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163493945478616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqYtQiFII/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ig5WM63nklY/s320/P1000120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when i was a baby. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqZdQiFJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tXx-gVZhLv8/s1600-h/P1020140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163493958363518098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqZdQiFJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tXx-gVZhLv8/s320/P1020140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my half blinged-up phone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqZtQiFKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jbt7TX6pmrs/s1600-h/Image(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163493962658485410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqZtQiFKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jbt7TX6pmrs/s320/Image(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; germaine says this i top-model standard. I KNOW!!! i'm the fat tyra banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqZ9QiFLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/I_RkiCv084k/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163493966953452722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqZ9QiFLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/I_RkiCv084k/s320/bilde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok about this, it was taken down for obscenity. it was actually an ad for abercrombie but was taken down due to obscenity charges and complains from public. yes, you can see the upper-butt of one man and the breast of the topless woman if BARELY VISIBLE. how on earth could this be obscene!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and you know about these kinda people, like when you compliment them like, for example, "you're pretty" and they say "no la, where got". so are they trying to say they're ugly? i've seen alot of these in friendster picture comments. they reply to the "so pretty" comments like, "no la, you're prettier". like WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!? i sometimes feel like commenting to those kinda people, YOU'RE UGLY. and what will they're reply be? "yes. i've been waiting for this comment for years". they definitely can't say "no la, you're uglier" because they already count themselves as ugly because they deny they're pretty. ok does this make sense? 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title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R6hqYtQiFII/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ig5WM63nklY/s72-c/P1000120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6505390074650322330</id><published>2008-01-27T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:17:20.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of ME!~</title><content type='html'>i was looking through ALL the photo albums in my house and came across these. these were taken like, two years ago in a studio. my mom brought me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lookin at them, i asked my mom if she could take me again, cuz i obviously couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said she'd bring me every month if i were thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. like hello, it's so obvious she's lying. she's not that rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQr9QiEqI/AAAAAAAAATc/AYlanlU04cc/s1600-h/img044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160017620424069794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQr9QiEqI/AAAAAAAAATc/AYlanlU04cc/s320/img044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQsdQiErI/AAAAAAAAATk/_TGm-sgkErU/s1600-h/img045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160017629014004402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQsdQiErI/AAAAAAAAATk/_TGm-sgkErU/s320/img045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQs9QiEsI/AAAAAAAAATs/9L27enNhcd0/s1600-h/img047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160017637603939010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQs9QiEsI/AAAAAAAAATs/9L27enNhcd0/s320/img047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQtNQiEtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1aSUli3V_78/s1600-h/img048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160017641898906322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQtNQiEtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1aSUli3V_78/s320/img048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQtdQiEuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0oPusIL48Rw/s1600-h/img049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160017646193873634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQtdQiEuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0oPusIL48Rw/s320/img049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRQ9QiEvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TIXMLUH2Zpo/s1600-h/img050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018256079229682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRQ9QiEvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TIXMLUH2Zpo/s320/img050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRRdQiEwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0KhK--aFxUs/s1600-h/img051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018264669164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRRdQiEwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0KhK--aFxUs/s320/img051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRRtQiExI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RoCKmZzqS8w/s1600-h/img052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018268964131602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRRtQiExI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RoCKmZzqS8w/s320/img052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRSNQiEyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Kuk5tsX8V0w/s1600-h/img053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018277554066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRSNQiEyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Kuk5tsX8V0w/s320/img053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRSdQiEzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1FANnnPsAw4/s1600-h/img054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018281849033522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRSdQiEzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1FANnnPsAw4/s320/img054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRtdQiE0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/3J5-wU9T6EQ/s1600-h/img055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018745705501506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRtdQiE0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/3J5-wU9T6EQ/s320/img055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRttQiE1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wXNjNZFfvM8/s1600-h/img056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018750000468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRttQiE1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wXNjNZFfvM8/s320/img056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRuNQiE2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/rn95oKHo6B8/s1600-h/img057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018758590403426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRuNQiE2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/rn95oKHo6B8/s320/img057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRudQiE3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/kWEDWzAjj3Y/s1600-h/img058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160018762885370738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wRudQiE3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/kWEDWzAjj3Y/s320/img058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6505390074650322330?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6505390074650322330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6505390074650322330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6505390074650322330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6505390074650322330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/01/photos-of-me.html' title='Photos of ME!~'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R5wQr9QiEqI/AAAAAAAAATc/AYlanlU04cc/s72-c/img044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-675885737576979468</id><published>2008-01-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:55:42.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hating my class and being broke</title><content type='html'>at this point of time, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM TOTALLY BROKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent more than a fucking $700 during the holidays!!!!!!!!! if i were my daughter i would have screamed at myself right now and grounded myself for two months!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGGHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you guys don't know, i buy everything with my own fucking money. and during the holidays i obviously couldn't resist buying things. before the holidays i had like, $950 in my bank. now i'm left with like, $158!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can you fucking believe it!?!?!?!?!?!? i even paid for my own stuff when i went to japan(except for the tickets). for the past one month i've been living in just coins. and like duh, i have to buy birthday presents for friends right, so my weekly allowances are gone even before i can even spend a cent of them on MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my piggy bank is like, filled with only about 3cm of.....erm....coins? aiyoh!!!!!!!!!! i want my cousin's clever maid to go away!!!!! i wanna earn money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why should the maid be clever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and i fucking hate my class right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-675885737576979468?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/675885737576979468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=675885737576979468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/675885737576979468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/675885737576979468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/01/hating-my-class-and-being-broke.html' title='hating my class and being broke'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1513592003735034021</id><published>2008-01-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:10:02.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hesh&amp;Mint-customizing your items</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we customize your stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want your sneakers, jackets, T-shirts and tank tops to be one of a kind, and of good quality? Well, you're reading the right advertisement because quality's our thing. art is our passion. YOU can only expect the BEST from us! Hesh&amp;amp;Mint are the new artists on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me, or the artist, Mint, to customize your itmes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prices for T-shirts and tank tops range from $5-$10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prices for Jackets range from $8-$10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prices for sneakers range from $8-$15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to give us the items and the designs you want on them before we customize it. And payment comes in at the same time too! We use acrylic paint on your items. Your items can be of ANY sizes or colour! The products we're using are 100% fade-resistant, waterproof. so if you've got mud on your sneakers, just WASH IT OFF! if we don't achieve your satisfaction, you get your garuntee money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also welcome customers from overseas. However, charges may vary due to postal costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hesh:hesh_ryes@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call: 93695451/81967513&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mint:nrl_amira@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call:91042652&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1513592003735034021?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1513592003735034021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1513592003735034021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1513592003735034021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1513592003735034021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/01/hesh-your-items.html' title='Hesh&amp;Mint-customizing your items'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-4583715098485142455</id><published>2008-01-24T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:04:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been recognised.</title><content type='html'>finally i'm being recognised.&lt;br /&gt;for the past two weeks, everytime i logged on into blogger it kept saying "your cookie is not recognised" or whatever shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school started off well. hmm. i remember for almost all the first lessons for different subjects we had for this year, my name was being called to answer questions. ALMOST ALL OF THE LESSONS, i was the first on to be called, TO ANSWER FREAKIN QUESTIONS. to i look like a smart-ass to them? maybe. or my name just stands out in the class' namelist. yeah i think i should just compliment myself from now on since no one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some of the teachers who taught us last year are still teaching us. some have changed, for the better. and mr mohammad is not our form teacher anymore :( it's miss heng :( :( when i first heard this i was like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so now i'd be chased after ALL THE TIME for my additional math homeworks. GREAT! anyways i think mr mohammad is the best form teacher i've ever had. ok i hope he doesn't read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, so one saturday my class and some teachers had to meet up  outside the asian civilisation museum for some field trip. and i was the earliest student. and it's really uncomfortable being around teachers when you're the only student there. yeah so anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOST OF THEM WERE LATE.&lt;/span&gt; i was obviously damn pissed off. because i, who really value my life alot, and by alot I MEAN ALOT, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T LIKE WASTING MY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRECIOUS TIME&lt;/span&gt; WAITING FOR IDIOTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to me, people who keep me waiting for a long time are idiots. don't worry, you will only be idiots to me for about 15mins or so. after that you'll be my friends again :) i mean, what the fuck is wrong with being punctual man!? fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE LATE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you're late, i'll hate you by a percentage. end of discussion. okay? and by late i mean late by more than 10mins. and don't freakin give me reasons like ........................................AH WHATEVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i went to the museum alone cuz i already knew i had to wait for friends for more than 20mins if i were to go with them. so when i reached there we waited for the others to come for nearly 30mins. i really felt like going home. if i were waiting for a friend and he or she is keeping me waiting for a LOONG time, i'd just go home. i don't care if you're a freakin half-way throught your journey, i'd go home. or call my other friends, or ofcourse! my mom. yeah so during the field trip we went to lots of places. and from raffles interchange we walked to city hall interchange. mr mohammad treated us at burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, i walked to arab street. my legs were already starting to form blisters. well i went to arab street cuz i wanted to buy bling-blings to blink up the stuff! and it had also been a long time going to arab street. so i first walked to bugis interchange, and followed my instincts after that. and yes, i went the right way, i reached arab street. and the shop-keepers kept giving me weird looks cuz i was passing by them a million times. I WAS FINDING FOR THAT FREAKIN SHOP!!!! no la, the shop is wonderful. and finally i found it, bought i what i wanted. and those are damn expensive! it's like $23 for 144 tiny pieces. they're all kinda colours and sizes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANT ME TO BLINK UP YOUR GADGETS?? PRICES ARE NEGOTIABLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and from arab street, i walked all the way to little india, to do my eyebrows. my legs were very pain, with blisters. and after that, i walked all the way back to bugis mrt. i think i just walked a marathon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home, started glueing those shiny and cute stuff onto my phone!! and my dad came in and said, "aiyo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you crazy lah!! don't do that to the camera ah. then when i bring it out my friends will laugh at me." so i was like, how about the video cam? he said "no" then i was like, "daddy, not enough bling-blings. i wanna buy more. wanna put on my calculator also."&lt;br /&gt;and he said he would give me money to buy how much bling-blings i want!!!!!!!!! yoges was like, "do you realise there's something wrond with you?", after seeing my half blinged up phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately though, my phone spoilt last week and i sent it for repair. and someone called to say that all the beads will be removed. WASTED MY FREAKIN TIME AND MONEY. they weren't even a week old! damn it my ohone is gonna be damn ugly whe  i collect it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, last friday i actually called sony ericsson to ask about what's wrong with my phone. and the guy who picked up was someone named chris. funny part is, like 5-10 mins after asking him what's wrong with my phone, we actually started talking about random stuff. LOL. like what i did to beautify my phone and he talked about the phone models he had. blablabla. we're friends now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 2007 o-level results were out. celestyn got the highest in school. yoges's results were good also. well for me it was good la, cuz i'd never be as clever as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clever people lack common sense. a few days back yoges spent more than half-an-hour doing something. i figured out how to do it in less that a second when i was six. yeah so now you know, i always tease my sister for not having common sense. but she's clever okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ws a fight between zamair and afiq yesterday. during that fight i really felt like leaving the class. i was so sick and tired of being in the class i am in right now. i mean, i was damn pissed off. sometime when the teachers are teaching, the boys make alot of noise and throw things around. i really feel like throwing them out of the 4th floor la. but i don't mind if they make noise during 'A' math classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think when someone actually claims that they wanna fight with somebody or if they really fight infront of people, they're just wanting to get some attention. cuz something in their lifes is fucked up so they feel a sense of superiority when they say "i wanna fight with her. wah later i gonna slap her face" blablabla. well, to me, you look and sound like an idiot. you think you're showing people your courageous, or confident, but please. it just shows how insecure you are and how much attention you're craving for. and it definitely shows something, somewhere in your life is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-4583715098485142455?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/4583715098485142455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=4583715098485142455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4583715098485142455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/4583715098485142455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-recognised.html' title='i&apos;ve been recognised.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6868251527278594202</id><published>2007-12-31T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:04:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 2007, and please un-link me.</title><content type='html'>i can still vividly remember the last day of 2006, exactly one year ago. cuz i was blogging, 3posts. ok you don't care right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a couple of days ago i was chatting with jake from some western country, and he was like, a teenage preacher? so we just got into the subject of 'life'. i didn't like the chat, so when i tried to change the subject, he got mad and called me a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! this brings be to the subject of people who hate life. those who go, "MY LIFE SUCKS!" or, "I HATE MY LIFE!!", or even, "I WISH I NEVER CAME INTO THIS WORLD." well, all i can say is, if you wanna solve your problem, commit suicide. yes, just die. stop wasting other people's time and most of all, stop wasting YOUR time. just die. because if you hate yourself, then, i don't think there's anyone else you really loves you. i hate to read blogs which says "why is my life like that, blahblahblah" your life's like that cuz you made it like that. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST DIE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP WASTING YOUR TIME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST DIE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, so recently i've been wondering if i should delete my facebook and friendster accounts, cuz i think it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok basically this post is just about time wasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i don't think it's a waste of time, it IS a waste of time. people who are so obsessed about facebook. what do you get from it? ok let's see: you poke people, you receive pokes, you send them, you receive them....and there's this werewolf thing, you get bitten, you bite people. so what does it do to your life in reality? NOTHING! and in friendster, hmm, you take pictures of your boring face all day, and choose the ones which you look the prettiest or hunkiest, and put it up on friendster. so basically the time that you take for taking pictures of your face all day is all wasted for just YOUR FRIENDSTER PROFILE!? which you hope your future princes or princesses will see, not knowing how ugly you really are in reality. and when i say ugly, i'm not talking about your looks but your behaviour. I NEVER CRITICIZE PEOPLE OF THEIR LOOKS!!! and the comments that you receieve are all fake. you might come across as a nice guy or girl in such profiles but only in reality do you know what a bitch or bastard you really are. and friendster profiles which are set to 'private' or 'no messaging' mode. or both! first of all, if you wanna have a private profile, why on earth are you wasting your freakin time to actually make a profile!? cuz no one's gonna see it! and those who say "oh i put my profile to private because i want people to be more curious and add me up." seriously, how desperate can you get? and those who set their profiles to 'no messaging' mode. do you think you are so worthwhile for people to actually waste their time on messaging you? no-brainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to blog about another annoying thing. and great. i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i and wijoyo are thinking about playing the violin and guitar together and put it up on youtube. oh and btw, our youtube profile will be set to private and no messaging mode because we know we're so so so good and become famous so we don't want any nuisance messages and deal with irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wijoyo: i love you. i don't care if you're attached. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ilma: you're the prettiest and smartest friend i have and i miss you. ok, how exactly did we become friends? hmm, we just talked for 2 seconds and TADAH! FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a very very picky friends picker, which explains my very small group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, and yes, i just want everyone to know that i'm not afraid to speak my mind and i always do. so if i've hurt any of you in any way i'm sorry, cuz i won't change that habit. wait, that's not a habit. THAT'S ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i'm linked to your blog, PLEASE PLEASE UN-LINK ME. OKAY???? your links will still be in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in new year resolutions? i don't. i used to have new year resolutions in primary school AND NONE OF THEM WORKED. to me, new year is just another day. yes, it is a new year, but isn't it just another day? people say they would like to change themselves for the new year. well does it hurt if you do it at any part of the year? will it not work? why wait until new year? and i wish i could stop time cuz i don't even wanna step in 2008. i think i'll hate to go to school already. cuz when it was 2004 and i had a major examination, PSLE, I HAD A PHOBIA FOR GOING TO SCHOOL. i swear. i lied to so many that i was sick and blablabla just to not go to school. I DON'T WANNA TAKE O-LEVELS!!!!!! give me a time-machine. i'd go to 2009. and i wanna travel the world with wijoyo!!!!! i don't wanna study!!!!!! ARGHH!!!!!!!!!!! but i still love my life:) but i know i'll feel miserable about stepping into 2008, which = o-levels. which idiot invented education. i'd rather be stuck in stone-age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6868251527278594202?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6868251527278594202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6868251527278594202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6868251527278594202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6868251527278594202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-2007-and-please-un-link-me.html' title='last day of 2007, and please un-link me.'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1681904501740414034</id><published>2007-12-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:29:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a number</title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going to bangkok in about 13 hours time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, just talked to amira. and she bought some stuff which were like...less than zero cents here in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i've been wondering why women, or girls for that matter, hesitate to tell their age. yup, i've met ALOT of people, female, who will never ever tell their age to strangers. and it pisses me off real bad. and some even say it's a million dollar question!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;oh that's a million dollar question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't they just say how old they are!? IT's JUST A GOD DMAN NUMBER!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna reflect on how stupid you are&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna reflect on how ugly you are&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna reflect on how many boyfriends you've had&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna reflect on how nasty you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SAY IT!!!! IT'S JUST A NUMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be updating on my trip to bangkok! next week! see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1681904501740414034?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1681904501740414034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1681904501740414034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1681904501740414034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1681904501740414034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-will-be-going-to-bangkok-in-about.html' title='it&apos;s just a number'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-3215460037260892168</id><published>2007-12-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:12:17.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what shall i start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks ago i was complaining to my dad about how the camera he bought me for my 14th birthday sucked and that it would be great if he bought me a new one. so as i was complaining, he just completely ignored me with just a smile on his face in which i was utterly confused upon as i never imagined my complains will bring smile. okay! so yeah, i was just HOPING that i'd get a new camera when i turn sweet sixteen. but my hope will never come true. cuz the next day, once i got out of my bed, my dad asked me to get dressed up and go to COURTS. AND HE BOUGHT ME A NEW CAMERA!!!!!!!! but right now i share it with my sis, because, i kinda stole her mp3. you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R1z0_mZLOSI/AAAAAAAAATM/q0vgGM9UWpw/s1600-h/panasonic-fx55-pink-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142254248025340194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R1z0_mZLOSI/AAAAAAAAATM/q0vgGM9UWpw/s400/panasonic-fx55-pink-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my dad was in a shopping mood cuz he also bought a video cam and a new LCD tv for his room, despite the old tv being just 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R1z1hWZLOTI/AAAAAAAAATU/jUuP1M3AD5g/s1600-h/NV-GS85GC-S_wb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142254827845925170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R1z1hWZLOTI/AAAAAAAAATU/jUuP1M3AD5g/s400/NV-GS85GC-S_wb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my life was just boring again after that. and i got invited to shahnaz' sweet sixteen at Jack's Place. so i had to order the food i wanted to eat on the day like, about a week earlier. so obviously when i went to her party i had no idea what i ordered and kept confirming with yoges and shahnaz. i shared my present for shahnaz with nazreen. we bought her a necklace and earrings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, and now i can't upload pics for god knows what reason. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also went out with the saoirse to orchard :) saoirse consists of amira, kimp, guigui and zikri. but before i met the others i went to Terminal 3 with amira :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be flying to bangkok this saturday. YIPEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreading my love to joseph, jonas, lee, phillip, leanne, sudartino, BO boy, cassandra and yvonne. haha!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blogging this content by request! :-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, so this friend of mine, AMIRA, actually knows sharifah. like duh right. amira has a boyfriend, ANTHONY. so amira told me that she actually gave sharifah alot of calls, and messages, which sharifah eventually did not return, just seconds after sharifah actually texted amira. so after a long, long, LONG time, sharifah eventually contacted amira. to go out of course, after sharifah didn't have any friends. and she didn't even explain to amira why she was 'ignoring' amira's sms and stuff. and also, sharifah happened to realise that amira, has a boyfriend. i guess she found that out in myspace. AND SHE ALSO ANYHOW INVITED SAOIRSE AND ANTHONY TO GO OUT WITH HER, WHEN SHE DON'T EVEN KNOW THEM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, SLAMMING PART:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DESPITE AMIRA TELLING THAT BITCH THAT SHE IS ACTUALLY IN JAKARTA, THAT BITCH ACTUALLY SMSED AMIRA ALL ABOUT ANTHONY. LIKE, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EH, YOU GUYS TOGETHER? HE KINDA CUTE AR? WHERE YOU GUYS MET?&lt;/span&gt;'' AND ALSO ANYHOW ACCUSE ANTHONY OF BEING A FAMOUS GUY. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO YOU EVEN KNOW HIM!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt; AND AMIRA WAS SO DAMN PISSED OFF BY SHARIFAH. NOT THAT SHE'S JEALOUS. WAIT. READ. AND YOU FUCKING ACCUSE AMIRA FOR BEING A DESPO TO GO FOR FAMOUS GUYS?! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU REALISE YOU ARE ACTING DESPERATE YOURSELF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FUCK THE HELL OUTTA AMIRA'S LOVE LIFE, WHORE. AND AMIRA TOLD ME THAT CUNT ACTUALLY TEXTED AMIRA A MILLION TIMES, JUST ABOUT ANTHONY, DESPITE TELLING HER AMIRA IS ACTUALLY IN FREAKING JAKARTA!!! AND EVEN WANNA CONFIRM IF BOTH OF THEM ARE TOGETHER. LIKE, HELLO? ARE YOU STUPID OR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STOOOOOOOOOOOOOPID!?!?!?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHY WOULD AMIRA PUT HER SHOUTOUT AS 'MY LOVE IS RESERVED FOR ANTHONY' WHEN SHE'S NOT IN A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM? THE SHOUTOUT CLEARLY SAYS THAT amira and anthony are in fact, together. HAPPY!?!?!?!? AND THAT WHORE ASKED AMIRA IF SHE FOUND ANTHONY ON eBay. LIKE WTF?! MAYBE SHARIFAH MIGHT BUY HER BOYFRIEND FROM EBAY FOR A DOLLAR or something. I DON'T KNOW. BUT BITCH, AMIRA IS NOT A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLUT LIKE YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she doesn't go shopping for guys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; HOW BITCHY CAN YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING GET, TO GO TELL SOMEONE WHOM YOU CALL YOUR FRIEND, THAT THEY BOUGHT THEIR PARTNERS FROM EBAY!?!?!? EVEN THE MOST OFFENSIVE WORD IN THE DICTIONARY WON'T SUIT YOU. AND FURTHERMORE YOU EVEN DARE TO TELL AMIRA THAT "OH AMIRA HONEY, ONCE YOU'RE DONE WITH ANTHONY, TELL ME OKAY??" WHY DON'T YOU GO SELL YOUR BODY IN GEYLANG? FUCK YOU BITCH. I TELL YOU, AT THAT MOMENT, WHEN AMIRA TOLD ME THAT BITCH TOLD THIS, I WOULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED THAT BITCH IF I FUCKING SAW HER. I WAS SO DAMN PISSED OFF OK. EH SHARIFAH, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF THERE IS A 'Queen Of All Whores' or 'Miss Bitch' pageant, YOU WILL WIN IT IF YOU WERE TO JOIN. BUT DON'T JOIN AR, GIVE OTHERS A CHANCE, CUZ NO DOUBT YOU'LL WIN IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHICH FUCKING WOMEN DIED AND MADE YOU THE NEXT QUEEN BITCH!?!? I REALLY WOULD'VE SLAPPED YOU IF YOU WERE INFRONT OF ME MAN. YOU ACTUALLY TELL AMIRA SHE FOUND HER BOYFRIEND ON EBAY!? AND FUCKING ASK AMIRA TO INFORM YOU ONCE SHE'S DONE WITH HIM!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fucking get out of everyone's life, slut!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'VE NEVER ACTUALLY SLAMMED SOMEONE SO MANY TIMES BEFORE. I DON'T HATE ANYONE, EXCEPT FOR SHARIFAH NURAMIRAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people like us, don't go fishing for guys. if you wanna go shopping for guys, go with some sluts you'll meet in geylang okay? not even amira's best friends ask her about anthony. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-3215460037260892168?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/3215460037260892168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=3215460037260892168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3215460037260892168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/3215460037260892168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-shall-i-start-with-update-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/R1z0_mZLOSI/AAAAAAAAATM/q0vgGM9UWpw/s72-c/panasonic-fx55-pink-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-5612558624855594130</id><published>2007-11-13T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:48:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a week and 3 days ago my debate team and i had The Arena Audition 2. so i woke up at around 730 got ready and took a taxi to amira's house at around 830. there i straightened and curled my hair. after that we left for White Sands to meet up with Ms Tok. on our journey there we were practising our cases like crazy. so Ms Tok brought us to Coffee Bean for a drink...then practised and practised until Hakim came. so went to Burger King and had our lunch. then went to the basement toilet to put on my makeup and left for school. there, took some photos and left for SIM university. signed up, went to the waiting room. a few schools. went to the toilet. while waiting in the toilet SINGAPORE AMERICAN SCHOOL (SAS) came in. 4 girls. 3 indians and one chinese. PURE american accent. so once they talk your first impression about them is 'smart people'. WRONG IMPRESSION!!!!!! you know, i was standing infront of a tap, and beside me one of the girls stood, and started turning the tap. i repeat, turning the tap, when obviously you're supposed to press it. i am VERY DAMN FUCKING SURE a person will know the difference between how a 'turning tap' and a 'pressing tap' would look like. the taps in the SIM university's toilet were the pressing ones. wtf am i talking, 99.9% of singapore's toilets are fixed with a pressing tap. so the american indian girl was like, turning it, and went "WHERE'S THE WATER?? HEY, WHERE'S THE WATER!?!?!" she sounded pathetic? but i couldn't be bothered and continued staring at her. i can't believe the friend herself didn't know how to open the tap. and the girl went to the tap beside her and tried again, to no avail. then amira came and saw what the american girl was doing. just as the stupid american girl was about to push me away to try the tap i was standing infront of, amira said, "uh..you should press it?" and that bitch went, "OH YEAH! YOU SHOULD PRESS IT." like as if she knew she should press it but was just trying to make a fool out of herself. right now, i laugh my ass off when i think of it but at that time, i felt real pity for them. really, i didn't even laugh when amira TAUGHT THEM HOW TO USE A TAP. damn they've never been to an outside world. i wonder what they'll be up to when they go to toilets with automatic taps. WAKAKAKAKAKA. WHERE'S THE WATER!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so anyways we were the first school to present our case. and we went to the backstage to put our cute little mics on. i talked to almost everyone there luh. i was so hyper. i talked like as if i knew all of them for 10 years+++ LOL. maybe i felt like a star...whatever. yeah and the mic man talked to me in malay, and i was like ya. ya sure ya....of course. he told something like, why you put on the mic yourself, i'm in charge of the mic what....blablabla...haha..then after the went out of the backstage and still waiting, i talked to the chinese guy beside me. i don't know what was up with me. i asked him where the stairs were, and complaining how high it was. and telling him how nervous i was. asking him if the judges were okay...lol...oh and when i was in the backstage i asked a lady if ashraf was there. haha. unfortunately he wasn't! then i told another lady that i thought ashraf was cute. and they said they remember yanfen and sonika...i was damn hyper. yeah so we went onto the stage and Gaurav Keerthi took over ahsraf's place. damn it. i'll never see ashraf again. so we did our introduction, and the whole auditorium was clapping!!!!!! i bet that's the BEST INTRODUCTION the judges saw that day, and will ever see in their lives. yeah so after we were done the judges gave us wonderful comments and gaurav EVEN SAID THAT HE HOPED TO SEE US IN THE NEXT ROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? we did not make it through. it's The Arena's loss. really. I CAN GARUNTEE NOW THAT THE ARENA 2 WILL BE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! i can't believe SAS got in. such dumb people are allowed in? reminds me! when it was the SAS' turn, hakim told them good luck. and they asked us how we did. and hakim replied 'we did our best' and you know what that stupid chinagirl replied? 'really? i don't think so.' they are SLUTS! the indian girls from SAS looked like they came from tamilnadu. and that fucking chinese whore behaved like she was born a second ago. oh wait, all girls in the school behaved they were born a split second ago. really. OH WHATEVER. tyra banks says SO WHAT. so, SO WHAT IF WE DIDN'T MAKE IT? anyways, even if The Arena calls us back, i don't wanna go. dabating with idiots? NO WAY! put UWC infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken on the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKs5z9elI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gzYklKCLNe4/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132285754403027538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKs5z9elI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gzYklKCLNe4/s400/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKtJz9emI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F36Ahp5og2k/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132285758697994850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKtJz9emI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F36Ahp5og2k/s400/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKtJz9enI/AAAAAAAAARE/yQ5OH94fOmU/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132285758697994866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKtJz9enI/AAAAAAAAARE/yQ5OH94fOmU/s400/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKtZz9eoI/AAAAAAAAARM/xsoRF0bFOYM/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132285762992962178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKtZz9eoI/AAAAAAAAARM/xsoRF0bFOYM/s400/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so after that Ms Tok treated all of us, including the supporters that came, to Lerk Thai. on our way to Lerk Thai, we saw a beautiful rainbow. that moment, i told myself i'm gonna have a very successful life. i found two wonderful friends from debate, amira and hakim. there's no loss for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;until now, i still don't see why we didn't get through, despite the judges' wonderful comments. were they looking for stupider schools who said 21 erms ALL AT ONCE? or did they look for schools whose debaters were DANCING LIKE THEY WERE DRUNK while debating? i don't know. maybe in their eyes, we were already winners, and they didn't want winners in the arena. cuz obviously we'll WIN IT! DUH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8th November. DEEPAVALI. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lots of people came to my house. lots of money. thanks for coming to my house ya'll, louis, shirlyn,shakti, karthik, sylvia, gowri, sharon, fiona, hakim, amira, nabilah, zahidah, dinesh, yixian, xueting, dora, and LEMONNN!!! hahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmNIpz9epI/AAAAAAAAARU/C6a-Hb9sXR0/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132288430167653010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmNIpz9epI/AAAAAAAAARU/C6a-Hb9sXR0/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;second day of deepavali: went to my aunt's and grandma's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmOnJz9eqI/AAAAAAAAARc/TQLVmti7xB0/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132290053665290914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmOnJz9eqI/AAAAAAAAARc/TQLVmti7xB0/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmOoJz9erI/AAAAAAAAARk/UMlIGMNL9dM/s1600-h/PHOT0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132290070845160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmOoJz9erI/AAAAAAAAARk/UMlIGMNL9dM/s400/PHOT0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmOpZz9esI/AAAAAAAAARs/cvY4PnvIKrg/s1600-h/PHOT0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132290092319996610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmOpZz9esI/AAAAAAAAARs/cvY4PnvIKrg/s400/PHOT0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt stay's all the way in jurong. and i love her family. i used to stay there before i moved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came back home at around 11...chatted with amira till 1230 and slept. then at 2am in the midnight of the third day of deepavali i had a phone call.then i answered it. my aunt's sister said my aunts husband had a heart attack in india. just 5mins later, she called again, and said that he died in india. after hearing that news and hearing my aunt screaming and crying i almost had a heart attack. i'm not kdding. my heart have never beaten so fast before. i and my mom took a taxi to the same place we went to the day before. taxi fare came up to $32. i paid it. i was there in jurong at around 245am. someone close to my family have never passed away before. this should be the first time. but i've not experienced a very loved one passing away before. i've never met or talked to my late uncle at all. but i felt really sorry for my favourite aunt. she tried for flights in the morning but couldn't get. afternoon, couldn't get. and she had to go at night. but i couldn't make it to the airport at night. so my mom asked me to go home at 4pm. but i asked dad to pick me up. i'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was in her house i played with my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTi5z9etI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZN0fKTCWSj4/s1600-h/P1110001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295478208985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTi5z9etI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZN0fKTCWSj4/s400/P1110001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he makes me LMAO!!!!!!!!! he is not girly at all okay. i think he'll be the next russell peters. there's no boy like him. I LOVE HIM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTjJz9euI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hTuhaUUA8Wk/s1600-h/P1110002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295482503953122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTjJz9euI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hTuhaUUA8Wk/s400/P1110002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTjpz9evI/AAAAAAAAASE/CNIVVs1EuLQ/s1600-h/P1110009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295491093887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTjpz9evI/AAAAAAAAASE/CNIVVs1EuLQ/s400/P1110009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; real fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTj5z9ewI/AAAAAAAAASM/gCNoPiyqGPc/s1600-h/P1110010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132295495388855042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmTj5z9ewI/AAAAAAAAASM/gCNoPiyqGPc/s400/P1110010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked them pose for me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmVT5z9exI/AAAAAAAAASU/HgXe-sNN_k0/s1600-h/P1110003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132297419534203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmVT5z9exI/AAAAAAAAASU/HgXe-sNN_k0/s400/P1110003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that night i went for my guitar class and my teacher asked me to join the music competion next year. i got third and won a trophy this year for the music competition by the way. that was junior category. but next year i'm in the open category!! tougher competition. i make sure i win a trophy. so what if i'm not in the arena! i still got music audition and competitions to attend! so my teacher asked me to choose my audition piece and i chose El Negrito by Antonio Lauro. and i'm gonna choose to play The Entertainer by Scott Joplin for the finals :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after my lesson finished at 8pm i met hakim at white sands. then amira came. went to nikita's house. heard her mom was participating in Mrs World or Mrs Universe. i don't know. then the dad said he'll pay for the tickets if we wanted to come and support. haha. he was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmVUpz9eyI/AAAAAAAAASc/4-6hNPfp9rE/s1600-h/PHOT0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132297432419105570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmVUpz9eyI/AAAAAAAAASc/4-6hNPfp9rE/s400/PHOT0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went out with amira yesterday. first we went to Tekka Mall to do my eyebrows. then walked to Bras Basah Complex to buy violin strings. THEY HAVE PINK GUITARS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then walked to city hall MRT and went to orchard. wow! first time i'm walking from bugis mrt station to city hall mrt station. i bought to spekkies. had lunch at swensen's. i was damn full. went to HMV to buy britney's BLACKOUT!!!!!!!! AHHH!!! i felt like screaming when i saw it!!! now then i see all britney albums. the last time i went to HMV there wasn't Britney Spears' section AT ALL!! i'm gonna save money to buy all her CDs. oh, and in bras basah complex's music shop, i saw a book with all britney music notes from IN THE ZONE. $42. gonna buy that too!! so i have to save at least $120. can't wait!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmaeJz9ezI/AAAAAAAAASk/9s2w6XU5GuU/s1600-h/P1112002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303093186001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmaeJz9ezI/AAAAAAAAASk/9s2w6XU5GuU/s400/P1112002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmaeZz9e0I/AAAAAAAAASs/5H438Mw1VL0/s1600-h/P1112005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303097480969026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmaeZz9e0I/AAAAAAAAASs/5H438Mw1VL0/s400/P1112005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmaeZz9e1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/uJ_P8B7J3LQ/s1600-h/P1112006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132303097480969042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmaeZz9e1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/uJ_P8B7J3LQ/s400/P1112006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/Rzmb5Zz9e2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UB12DZUZ4gM/s1600-h/PHOT0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132304660849064802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/Rzmb5Zz9e2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UB12DZUZ4gM/s400/PHOT0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CRAZY FACE AFTER LISTENING TO HER SONGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmcnJz9e3I/AAAAAAAAATE/y8OiUc-AEo8/s1600-h/PHOT0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305446828079986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmcnJz9e3I/AAAAAAAAATE/y8OiUc-AEo8/s400/PHOT0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE A BIG LESBIAN CRUSH ON BRITNEY SPEARS OOH OOH BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-5612558624855594130?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/5612558624855594130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=5612558624855594130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5612558624855594130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/5612558624855594130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/week-and-3-days-ago-my-debate-team-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/RzmKs5z9elI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/gzYklKCLNe4/s72-c/DSC00979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6750611664552632509</id><published>2007-11-06T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:59:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M TOO DEPRESSED TO BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I JUST BROKE UP WITH DEBATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-6750611664552632509?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/6750611664552632509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=6750611664552632509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6750611664552632509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/6750611664552632509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-too-depressed-to-blog-i-just-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-1942053448308025373</id><published>2007-11-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:00:42.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why The Arena 2 would suck</title><content type='html'>good afternoon everyone. today's motion is "why The Arena 2 would suck". The Arena 2, would be the second season of The Arena, DUH!, where 12 BORING schools, who have NO sense of personality, would participate. and Suck means something that makes no sense to you at all and pisses you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start with my case, let me introduce my paragraphs! I, as the first paragraph, will be talking about why my other paragraphs will not be talking cuz they think they're just wasting their breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going on to my case, The Arena, is a televised debate competition where debeters can show their personalities off. and personality doesn't mean just going on stage and being your boring self. only a few people, LIKE ME, can show off their personalities on stage. others are all cowards. getting back to my point, the whole auditorium was laughing and clapping when Loyang Secondary School's arena team did their introduction. good or bad to them, the Loyanglicious sure do know they entertained the crowd just by doing their wonderful introduction. this shows that loyanglicious would definitely draw in more people to watch the arena. but, look at what kind of schools were chosen for the televised arena!? one comment, BORING! they have no personality AT ALL! and i seriously don't understand what the judges didn't like about Loyanglicious, when the round 2 audition expectations itself showed that debaters had to let their personalities out. and i believe debaters have to not only blabber out their points, but also bring in the audience' attention. and i am very god damn sure WE DID BRING IN THE BLOODY AUDIENCE" ATTENTION. THE WHOLE AUDITORIUM WAS CLAPPING FOR US CAN!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22279465-1942053448308025373?l=punkfection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/feeds/1942053448308025373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22279465&amp;postID=1942053448308025373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1942053448308025373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22279465/posts/default/1942053448308025373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkfection.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-arena-2-would-suck.html' title='why The Arena 2 would suck'/><author><name>hesh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12421586389015287138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fApKQEJvDBc/SXR3WbdOydI/AAAAAAAABRo/PXJ9vEtIXqA/S220/l_9901f11d1a9b4c509ac47d5b9ac7b7cf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22279465.post-6980796280154299655</id><published>2007-10-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:01:51.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i feel about me and yixian</title><
