<?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-28481118</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:59:27.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kist's.</title><subtitle type='html'>.. I was never good at these.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116758858476051356</id><published>2007-01-01T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:09:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because things don't really make me laugh. this did, though.</title><content type='html'>You are a mat rempit when -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have less than RM5 in your wallet&lt;br /&gt;2. You think you have a job&lt;br /&gt;3. Your idea of biker wear is jeans, t-&lt;br /&gt;shirt and japanese slippers&lt;br /&gt;4. You think you are superman&lt;br /&gt;5. You think helmets are used during&lt;br /&gt;rain to cover your head from getting wet&lt;br /&gt;6. You have tons of biker friends that&lt;br /&gt;speak a language that only you&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;7. You think your bike is the most&lt;br /&gt;powerful bike in the world&lt;br /&gt;8. Your soon to be girlfriend would&lt;br /&gt;have at least slept with 7 of your&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;9. Your current girlfriend is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;with 4 of your friends&lt;br /&gt;10. You bet your girlfriend during races&lt;br /&gt;cause you only have RM1 for the teh&lt;br /&gt;tarik later&lt;br /&gt;11. You can maintain a cup of teh tarik&lt;br /&gt;for a minimum of 4 hrs before you order&lt;br /&gt;another&lt;br /&gt;12. You only need RM10 for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;(RM5 for petrol and RM5 for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;lunch and dinner)&lt;br /&gt;13. You don't know how to interpret&lt;br /&gt;traffic signs&lt;br /&gt;14. You can't understand the traffic&lt;br /&gt;light colours and the meaning&lt;br /&gt;15. You don't know how to use your turn&lt;br /&gt;signal indicator&lt;br /&gt;16. You think you are smart&lt;br /&gt;17. You loiter with your friends outside&lt;br /&gt;some clubs (can't go in cos no money)&lt;br /&gt;18. You shop at the bundle store&lt;br /&gt;19. You love to loiter around any kinda&lt;br /&gt;entrance&lt;br /&gt;20. You sit in the mencangkung position&lt;br /&gt;while loitering&lt;br /&gt;21. Your girlfriend's panties stick out&lt;br /&gt;while they are riding pillion&lt;br /&gt;22. You share a pack of cigarettes and a&lt;br /&gt;can of Coke with 35 of your friends&lt;br /&gt;23. Your gf would leave you for a 4-&lt;br /&gt;wheeler anytime&lt;br /&gt;24. You are ugly and dumb&lt;br /&gt;25. You have an ekor hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;26. You only know how to ride a bike&lt;br /&gt;(can't afford the car)&lt;br /&gt;27. You wear a cheap metal bracelet&lt;br /&gt;28. You go to gigs and later have an&lt;br /&gt;orgy with your friends&lt;br /&gt;29. Your orgy involves 30 rempits and&lt;br /&gt;your gf (in some abandoned building)&lt;br /&gt;30. You run when you see Edisi Siasat&lt;br /&gt;crew&lt;br /&gt;31. Your gf aborts her baby in the&lt;br /&gt;toilet once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;32. Your bike is much more expensive&lt;br /&gt;than your house&lt;br /&gt;33. You live in a 3 room terrace house&lt;br /&gt;with 15 other guys&lt;br /&gt;34. You like to sit in the RM1 per song&lt;br /&gt;karaoke booths and sing&lt;br /&gt;35. You rather spend money on your bike&lt;br /&gt;than to buy your gf a bra&lt;br /&gt;36. You are pissed that the rokok&lt;br /&gt;batangs are nowhere to be found anymore&lt;br /&gt;37. You can't afford to smoke Dunhill&lt;br /&gt;38.Your idea of a smart polo tee is the&lt;br /&gt;black shirt with red collar and red&lt;br /&gt;trimmings at the sleeves&lt;br /&gt;39.You smell alike (the minyak rambut)&lt;br /&gt;40.Your gf wears romp jeans. To detect:&lt;br /&gt;watch for red label at the back of her&lt;br /&gt;jeans.&lt;br /&gt;41. Your ambition is to sell burgers&lt;br /&gt;42.You live in rural areas such as Dato'&lt;br /&gt;Keramat, Kg Baru,Kepong . . .&lt;br /&gt;43.You curse by saying "ek'elen"&lt;br /&gt;44.You collect stickers such as Blues&lt;br /&gt;untuk aku, awek inside, you langgar you&lt;br /&gt;bengong..&lt;br /&gt;45. You are pissed with this article =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116758858476051356?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116758858476051356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116758858476051356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116758858476051356' title='because things don&apos;t really make me laugh. this did, though.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116757452162168526</id><published>2006-12-31T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:15:21.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, new year huh?</title><content type='html'>let's sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know. &lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.. i said id not post here, but.. what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours ++ and counting. :]&lt;br /&gt;ill have PEEKTYURES SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so, &lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to sum up '06.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and SOMEONE, PLEASE LET ME USE YOUR ACCOUNT WORTH 3096710293589034 READING ACCESS FOR http://forum.cari.com.my&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116757452162168526?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116757452162168526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116757452162168526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116757452162168526' title='so, new year huh?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116488697992510527</id><published>2006-11-30T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:42:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah.&lt;br /&gt;this period has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, bye bye birdie. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116488697992510527?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116488697992510527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116488697992510527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116488697992510527' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116445855483935996</id><published>2006-11-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:07:23.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glitters make me cry.</title><content type='html'>i went for the mifw or whatever it was. yes, i, kist, went for one of the things i dont wanna go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was partly forced, mmkay? &lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was nice. i thought it was going to be bad, but wasnt really cause .. we got second row seats.. in other words, pretty much like, the first row since the queens conquered the first row. terrenganu, pahang, perlis, and the kelantan mb's were there. cause, you know, it was the "ISLAMIC" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so anyways, moving on to the show, im not sure if we started on time, cause the queen wasnt there yet, (she had ninda with her =3) since she was on the way in melaka. anywaysss... the first few were ok. nothing impressed me until this one designer came up. his were pretty decent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i remember no names, apparently. 2 hours. and about 10 or 20 + designers. what did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mum was introduced to datuk k's sister(s). haha. they sat behind me.. i think. anyways, siti nurhaliza performed. oh, oh, and they also had habib jewels to model some of their stuff. pretty. but average. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the queen came, and after i had to squeeze in since ninda and the istana negara gang arrived from melaka, another designer impressed me. a malaysian one. guess they saved the best for the last. his were fantastic. they were high fashion. like, REALLY high fashion. and it looked like he did put alot of effort in his works. he had these french designs that stunned me. i loved them. pretty. like, REALLY pretty. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess thats it. &lt;br /&gt;had some refreshments then went back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw jimmy choo. i totally pushed ninda into asking for a free pair. haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take pictures, even though i sat so afront. i didnt bother to bring a camera. :[[[[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116445855483935996?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116445855483935996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116445855483935996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116445855483935996' title='glitters make me cry.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116387018051994378</id><published>2006-11-19T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:24:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this like, predrunk kist?</title><content type='html'>let's be frank: i'm bored. i'm bored. and i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lets post videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO ONE: kissssssssssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/31CQyPiXB7M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/31CQyPiXB7M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO TWO: lurveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-OzEW1HRaM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-OzEW1HRaM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and girls all over the world, sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'LL NEVER BE AS PRET&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TY AS RYAN ROSS IS. Like, EVER.. even with those PLASTIC SURGERY AND MAKEUP. So, just give up. Cause god gave the BEST LOOKS/FEATURES to some guy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, both of them should just have sex on stage or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH. AND OMG. E. RIGBY IS SO FUCKING GOOOD. OMFG. HOW DID I NOT HEAR THIS ONE BEFORE YSI!? and, oh, how unlucky, patd started playing it on tour. now, im like .. ohhh.. she likes it because of patd. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yea.. i just had like, a green tea frap, which contains sugar. =D and my grammar's like, all cacated. OMG. HAHA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116387018051994378?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116387018051994378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116387018051994378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116387018051994378' title='is this like, predrunk kist?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116386473857753566</id><published>2006-11-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:45:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KU AMAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro, we've been through so much. i can't fucking believe that you're 12, did your upsr well. you just don't know how much i love you and how proud a sister can be to have a brother like you. tears coming down for the first time out of pride and joy. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116386473857753566?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116386473857753566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116386473857753566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116386473857753566' title='BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116386386064316331</id><published>2006-11-18T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:31:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am you.</title><content type='html'>you know, sometimes, you get this feeling, whereas you're just down and low? just oh-so low. too low that you know nothing to do and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel like something's missing, but you don't know what. sorry, but this is about no boy. i'm not the everyday girl that sits down and cry, because of a boy. i think i have too much of a life to do that. but, you know, sometimes, you just have everything, but you still feel like something's missing just so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, you don't need the comfort of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;no, you don't need the fake 'oh, i care SOO much about you' friend. cause, truth be told, everyone is just looking for something to talk about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i guess at times, you just need.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116386386064316331?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116386386064316331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116386386064316331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116386386064316331' title='i am you.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116359036044917873</id><published>2006-11-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:32:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it really the angel?</title><content type='html'>im getting a replacement next week.&lt;br /&gt;i called my beloved grandmother since i am nothing but the favorite grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nenda, i lost my rm350 retainer. and i have to make another one. can we go up to the dentist after shopping in klcc this friday to pay for it and whatnot?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without hesitation, she replied 'ok.'&lt;br /&gt;:]]]]]]]] lurrrve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news,&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE GET ME A DAILY PLANNER FOR MY 15th [oh fuckkk. i'm old] BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;kissy needs to get organised since appointments and list of things to do keep on popping up.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i think this calls for a sidekick III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 planner, plz, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;2007 planner = kissy's 15th [OLD. OLD. OLD.] birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get me nice purttty one.&lt;br /&gt;a fashionable one so that when people see it they'll go all&lt;br /&gt;'omgzz. designer planner. omgzz. nice!! *SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK*'&lt;br /&gt;and, i want them to make that &lt;strike&gt;masturbating sound&lt;/strike&gt; squee that girls make &lt;strike&gt;which are oh-so-annoying&lt;/strike&gt; when they lay their eyes on it.&lt;br /&gt;mmkay?&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;kthnxbaiiiii. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116359036044917873?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116359036044917873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116359036044917873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116359036044917873' title='is it really the angel?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116350235359767647</id><published>2006-11-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:06:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, oh, turn back time.</title><content type='html'>i fucking &lt;strike&gt;lost&lt;/strike&gt; MISPLACED my retainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i fucking &lt;strike&gt;lost&lt;/strike&gt; MISPLACED my rm350 retainer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, hurry up and pretend to comfort me before i proceed to cutting and&lt;/span&gt; soliloquizing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116350235359767647?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116350235359767647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116350235359767647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116350235359767647' title='oh, oh, turn back time.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116325144761858213</id><published>2006-11-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:53:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>positivity is only a guest. negativity is a mother.</title><content type='html'>i watched my braces walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;for the next three days, my teeth are the first things i'll assure you notice when you are within five feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i could only enjoy that for a week now that my retainers are here, which i can NOT stop playing with.&lt;br /&gt;cause, you know, it's fun. srsly, it is.&lt;br /&gt;*clak*  *clak*&lt;br /&gt;i love making that noise, much to my grandmother and aunt's disgust. *THANK YOU RETAINERS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tonight i will be in KLIA, picking my parents up since i've had 10 hours of sleep despite the weekdays. so, no chance of me going to bed at 10pm tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no. i didn't purposely play with mr. truancy last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my maid woke me up late, thank you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116325144761858213?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116325144761858213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116325144761858213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325144761858213' title='positivity is only a guest. negativity is a mother.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116290428116524951</id><published>2006-11-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:58:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things come to an end.</title><content type='html'>today, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;i read the newspaper and cried.&lt;br /&gt;12th December will be the day that i loathe, and trust me, i won't be the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the nicest one, that ive ever met.&lt;br /&gt;no other one in this country right now can ever top them both.&lt;br /&gt;they're the cutest couple i've ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, they might have grandchildren, but if you were to have seen what i saw, you'd be amaze.&lt;br /&gt;yes, they might be busy ruling the country and attending banquet dinners and whatnot, but they'd always have time for family and relatives. they'd even have time to remember and invite me, they'd also NEVER forget my birthday, even though they have to remember the faces of more than important people in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, ask the i. negara staff if they've started crying about their depature, and no doubt, they'd not tell you, but show you. they'd probably breakdown and cry infront of you. you do not know how humble, sweet and nice the woman can be. she'd still talk to you if were the poorest and the most evil person on earth. no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how to tell you how arrogant that trgnu woman is. she's nowhere near to being a 'royalty', and she definately is not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her father's in jail for manslaughter, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;she admitted to have done black magic, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;she admitted to have had liposuction, and she does whitening, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are, she's trying to compete with nda yah.&lt;br /&gt;well, woman, let me tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a natural, she's born one, and she's a pure beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, you are nothing but an ugly woman from gurun, kedah who has not seen gold in your life, nor have you been near a palace. and you, thanks to black magic, now sit on a throne and never think of the worst that could happen. do you not believe in allah, the almighty? have you forgotten allah the almighty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you not think of allah when you belittle the 'boys'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, woman, you are stupid. you, tell people that your husband throws all the fake imatations because with it, people would think that you're nothing but a villager with no money? which is, the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, god. i've not met you but loathe you already.&lt;br /&gt;plz, do the world a favour and go back to manslaughtering, liposucking, and whitening.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and next time you go to mekkah, (if you know where that it) plz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taubat&lt;/span&gt;. kthnx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116290428116524951?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116290428116524951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116290428116524951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116290428116524951' title='all good things come to an end.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116239068813889391</id><published>2006-11-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:18:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see rainbows today.</title><content type='html'>clap for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm yet another big sister to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i now have a new cousin.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, its a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin gave birth today.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, my great grandparents now have 12 great grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;and sry guyz, but i was the only one to be loved by my great grandma.&lt;br /&gt;9 months was enough though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name's alis zainab.&lt;br /&gt;yerp. zainab, taken from RPZ, who spent 9 months with me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say she's cute just yet.&lt;br /&gt;babies have the same old boring looks during their first few months.&lt;br /&gt;unless, the baby's just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;but, ill see in a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, ive been lying about the whole 'omgzzz. baby's cute when it first came out'.&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, you only see them cute when they actually have their faces.&lt;br /&gt;sorry love. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116239068813889391?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116239068813889391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116239068813889391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116239068813889391' title='i see rainbows today.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116196229786716418</id><published>2006-10-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:34:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a milk party for lactoads.</title><content type='html'>she was so smart, that she fractured her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she went to bangsar after i sent her starbucks' green tea frap &amp;amp; cinammon rolls.&lt;br /&gt;carinna, you bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i enjoyed tormenting hannah merican.&lt;br /&gt;twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hannah, its okay if you're homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;neither of your friends are homophobic, love.&lt;br /&gt;we love the truth. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mosquitoes now leave traces of themselves on me.&lt;br /&gt;theres war going on between us,&lt;br /&gt;tell me who's winning with aerosol never invinsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;iamnotprepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116196229786716418?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116196229786716418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116196229786716418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116196229786716418' title='i want a milk party for lactoads.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116154097668649921</id><published>2006-10-23T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:25:22.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't ever forget the past.</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, I reminisce against my will. I reminisce about the times whereas we celebrated it together. It seems odd that an 8-hours-drive away or a 45-minute-airflight feels like a planet away. I misses the you more than ever. A year without you leaves a large hole. Only the end of March would fill that hole, unless all fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, slay you nasty preventor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imissyoumorethanever. shall end of march bringustogether, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116154097668649921?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116154097668649921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116154097668649921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116154097668649921' title='don&apos;t ever forget the past.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116133972183982341</id><published>2006-10-20T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:22:01.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one knows the meaning of life.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. Nobody does. And Sam, you're one of the few that gets me a hundred percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the sarcastic Kist is better, since she puts alot of thought into what comes out of her mouth. Rather than the Kist that usually just say anything that comes to her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the exams are over, I can officially read in peace. And I constantly thank god for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116133972183982341?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116133972183982341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116133972183982341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116133972183982341' title='no one knows the meaning of life.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116056781644561706</id><published>2006-10-11T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:56:56.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, it's not a secret now!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to doubt my actions of studying, especially. If it means being smart and in the second class snobbish, arrogant and whatnot. I'd pass. Charaecteristics as such disgust me, especially along with such immatured attitudes that some have. In fact, it humiliates me. Besides, who is gonna lose at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and it makes me wonder, has she any problems which are not to be mentioned publicly. Oh, and also, there is a little of me that came up with a solution why a thing as such happened. It's simple actually. &lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, how silly of me. Though I have trust issues, how could I have not seen it? He is more than a best friend to her, and to have told him of such deep thoughts, how could I have not expected him to tell? And after telling, the next week filled in with the effects of it faster than a speeding bullet. How could I have been so stupid to have told him. To trust him. To even consider telling him of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, things are not all the time perfect, neither are people. Maybe she or ought to learn that? Or just "snap and get over it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets get to the number one question. &lt;strong&gt;Should I, or should I not study?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://a.photos.cx/secret-cf4.PNG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116056781644561706?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116056781644561706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116056781644561706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116056781644561706' title='Oh no, it&apos;s not a secret now!'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-116044421496487417</id><published>2006-10-10T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:36:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah well, clock's ticking like never before.</title><content type='html'>I see her walking along the corridor,  and that means that its almost over, until own one .. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months and months of it has told me something. And, when it ought to be a positive thing, turns out differently. Ah, what was I to expect in the first place? Silly of me to think of such positive things for their misbehaved oneselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm wondering, as I blast songs through my speakers, why not say a thing when you can say them endlessly when you're not suppose to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/6513/williamyellowne7.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-116044421496487417?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116044421496487417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/116044421496487417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116044421496487417' title='Ah well, clock&apos;s ticking like never before.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115824625079270438</id><published>2006-09-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:09:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>As I write this, I am aware of the fact that this will be my last time blogging in this house that I've lived in for 11 years. From me starting primary school, to me going through puberty, to me cramming for my UPSR, to my first concert, and whatnot. This house holds so much of my memories, I'll find it hard to leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I could not be more than excited to move, and start a new life, leaving this old and regretful life, I can't help but appericiate all the downs I went through, for it taught and showed me what I see when I look up. It's like history. Without the past, there wouldn't be a present, nor a future. And thats why all of us should appreciate history, for without it, there wouldn't be a today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am dissapointed of my class. When I entered the second class, I expected so much. I expected the kids to be disiplinced, at its best, and strictness, and that I might fall back to the third class. Well, as usual, I thought wrong. I didn't mind them acting like on drugs, cause I tend to favour that sort of behaviour. But, one thing that really does get on nerves is cheating. It is never encouraged and those who do, make themselves look stupid. I can't live as them people, with apathy. It puts me in such a wrong place and it isn't unfair. Other than that, what will make my future would be destroyed. I can't imagine how these people live with themselves, even though it was only an assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get back to finishing my Open Day decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, they postponed the exam. =]&lt;br /&gt;More time for me to study, oh joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115824625079270438?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115824625079270438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115824625079270438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115824625079270438' title='Goodbye, Goodbye.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115746633595066426</id><published>2006-09-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:25:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously hate my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I LOATHE my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I loathe 2A.&lt;br /&gt;The students are airheads.&lt;br /&gt;The girls are dumb blondes. &lt;br /&gt;The girls are TOO PERKY.&lt;br /&gt;and THAT PARTICULAR one's really an airhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are just ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is just shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a promise to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I will fail my finals,&lt;br /&gt;and i WILL TRY AS HARD AS POSSIBLE TO NOT END UP IN THE SAME CLASS WITH THE SAME AIRHEAD, EVER AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115746633595066426?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115746633595066426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115746633595066426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115746633595066426' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115737607245296507</id><published>2006-09-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:21:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm fucking obssesed with Panic! At The Disco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm no longer LENDING &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; PANIC! AT THE DISCO  album. If you want it, MESSAGE me and ask for it. I've zipped it and you'll get a whole album. In iTunes and Windows Media Player.&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/28481118-115737607245296507?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115737607245296507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115737607245296507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115737607245296507' title='Introduction.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115720508664050988</id><published>2006-09-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:03:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My country.</title><content type='html'>This has been bugging me lately. And its time to let it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of us know, our Independence Day has just passed us and marks Malaysia's 49th year as an independant country. Almost half a decade of peace, harmony and whatnot. Excluding the 13th May incident, which will not be repeated again, for lessons have been learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that bothers me is this: Today's youth. What's wrong with them? Why are they so unpatriotic? Fine, maybe you're not so, but you can atleast try to ACT like it. Act like you support our country. Act like you love our country for the sake of god. Honestly, you &lt;strong&gt;were born here, raised here. You eat what grew out of this land of ours, you step on this land of ours, you breathe what Malaysia provides.&lt;/strong&gt; It would be appreciated if you could just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and stop complaining about Malaysia, if you have no intention whatsoever on improving it. "OMG. Malaysia sucks ass. Why can't we be like Singapore/London/America/Hong Kong/China/France". Here's the thing. &lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA IS MALAYSIA.&lt;/strong&gt; We &lt;strong&gt;do not want to be the next "America" or "London" or "France" or whatever.&lt;/strong&gt; Whats originiality? Honestly, I'd rather prefer to live in a country that's sooo undeveloped than a country that everyone knows is a wannabe. A poser. A copycat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I know. Out country isn't &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;. What country is? America's not perfect. Step a foot there and you'd probably lose your head. Go to London, live there. You'll get insults being thrown at you for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what other country treats you as a first class citizen? Not America, not London. Never. You're a second class citizen there and they wouldn't care less if you dropped dead on a street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. Why do all of them never appreciate the country? Respect the leaders? Respect the royalties of this country? If you'd like to comment, fine. Comment, no one said it was wrong. But, if you're gonna comment and just sit there, and try not to do anything .. I'll personally usher you out of this country. I'd be more than glad to. People DIE to get to this country, and you, you ARE apart of the country, you should atleast appreciate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Sometimes, I DO complain about the country. But, there is a certain extent to where you should just stop. People died to protect this country, people died trying to gain independence. Even though it was 49 years ago, try and imagine what it was before merdeka. Try and imagine what it'd be like now if Tunku Abd. Rahman didn't yell "Merdeka" seven times on the 31st of August in the Merdeka Stadium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me ALOT to see young kids, younger kids filled with MORE patriotism than the youth. Seeing those KeyStage 1 students marching around the whole school with their own baju kurungs and cheongsams and whatnot, and the Secondary students being restless even after 10 minutes into the Patriotic week's Opening Ceremony. It's just sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be great if one person would just take a second to appreciate Malaysia and for once, be proud. Especially the youth of today. Cause, honestly, if these are the future leaders, the world is honestly coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Happy Birthday, my beautiful pride and joy, my country, My Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115720508664050988?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115720508664050988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115720508664050988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115720508664050988' title='My country.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115667840384965968</id><published>2006-08-27T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:43:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause someone HAD to invent surveys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINGS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Family.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marks and Spencers.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where am I without them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Music&lt;br /&gt;5. iPod&lt;br /&gt;6. Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WISH I COULD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop 14 year olds &lt;strike&gt;teenies&lt;/strike&gt; going crazy over High School Musical / Zac Erfon and whatstheirface?&lt;br /&gt;3. Be the smartest person alive and have all the money in the world.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell everyone about the truth about the so called truth that they know.&lt;br /&gt;5. find out if Ryan &amp; William are actually vagina - ers.&lt;br /&gt;6. kill Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sachie to marry Darren and make ugly Darren Juniors, so that I can laugh at Darren &amp; Sach even more.  [ily, Sach. &lt;333]&lt;br /&gt; 2. Bush to ACCIDENTLY kill himself.&lt;br /&gt;3. TRUTH to be told. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. kill and stick a trunk down the High School Musical kids &amp; inventors' arse. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes, BEWARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pierre &amp; David to marry.&lt;br /&gt;6. Beckett to come out and tell the world about his relationship with Travis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs That I Think Are Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Snakes on  a Plane. &lt;i&gt;BECKETTNESS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines&lt;br /&gt;3. Time to Dance&lt;br /&gt;4. Love Song&lt;br /&gt;5. My Heart&lt;br /&gt;6. Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW I SEE MYSELF IN 10 YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Married to Beckett, R. Ross, P. Bouvier, SEB &amp; B. Uri&lt;strike&gt;n&lt;/strike&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;2. In a house filled with Beckett Jr. Jr., R. Ross Jr, P. Bouvier Jr, Seb L. Jr, &amp;amp; B. Uri&lt;strike&gt;n&lt;/strike&gt;e Jr., thanks to ME.&lt;br /&gt;3. Working.&lt;br /&gt;4. Owner of everything.&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy that Bush's dead. :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Missing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music makes you try to be smart. srsly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Video Games make you SMART. SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;3. Most guys are girls.&lt;br /&gt;4. Madagascar's actually a PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;5. Human beings reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;6. Graduations exist. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISCONCEPTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pluto's a planet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read the papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Datuk K's ex is a royalty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKING papers got the information wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ashlee Simpson does rock. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll stick  a knife up your anus. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You'll burn fat by sweating.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ryan Ross &amp; William B. have a penis. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's called a vagina, yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pierre &amp; David are not having an affair. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tag .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l190/M3lina101/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115667840384965968?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115667840384965968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115667840384965968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115667840384965968' title='Cause someone HAD to invent surveys.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115656603163696654</id><published>2006-08-26T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:52:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you're not dead.</title><content type='html'>Dicky just called me a bitch. Oh, did I inform anyone of my trip to Penang just a couple of days back? I spent it not in the pool, as always, but reading Invinsible Monsters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'm not the only one who wishes it to be the 19th of August. And may this weekend be a sad one as students degrave upon the "goneness" of the holidays. Gosh, someone save meeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I wanna watch Snakes on a Plane. (Let's go Sachie?) Yes, I am one of the 396702679540 millions who are bedazzled about it. I might get to with Carinna, or .. um, alone. Mum promises tickets in TS. I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's attending the Wedding of the Year on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So, if I don't end up in school on Tuesday, you know why.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. zOmGnEsS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 moonman for annoying Brendon. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; RYAN IS A GIRL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNzAQT7w8xU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNzAQT7w8xU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lg10tDQeVis"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lg10tDQeVis" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115656603163696654?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115656603163696654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115656603163696654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115656603163696654' title='I hope you&apos;re not dead.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115540562396977325</id><published>2006-08-13T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:00:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>I was gonna update with TONS of pictures, but computer decided to be gay and go dumb-dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bananas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Z0mG. Congrats Sach, on Darren &amp; his MSN. Darren = MSN = WTF?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115540562396977325?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115540562396977325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115540562396977325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115540562396977325' title='wtf?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115503897740025279</id><published>2006-08-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:11:31.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you want truth? I'll give you some.</title><content type='html'>No, I am not THAT friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a bitch at times.&lt;br /&gt;I won't disagree with you when you call me an anti-social. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through alot of things  in life and have a problem with trust.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of how I don't trust people. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was being a bitch today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try not to keep some things invinsible &amp; a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Its merely impossible since my eyes were witness to your doing. &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;^ sarcastic smile right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115503897740025279?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115503897740025279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115503897740025279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115503897740025279' title='you want truth? I&apos;ll give you some.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115487955227206429</id><published>2006-08-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:14:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heels = hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW THE HELL DOES A PERSON WEAR HEELS EVERYDAY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore heels for a short amount of time, preferably a day, and I had assumed that I can no longer walk, preferably, paralyzed. I do realise that, right there was a moment of overexaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, as well as Friday was spent wandering around in the hall. Hence, my feet. I have settled for a decision to become a delegate next time, and not at all, admin staff, or anything that requires me to walk in heels. But, to be honest, I did not really walk in heels the whole day. Since my feet was in so much pain, I was allowed to go barefoot. YES, BAREFOOT, IN THE HALL, PASSING NOTES. Realising that a doing as such might REALLY harm my feet, I proceeded to the  Converse Flip flop that I hesitated so much on the decision "to bring, or not to bring?". Well, as told, obviously, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smoothly and the last debate, was the most exciting. The main submitter was UNICEF (Ivan Lai, president of the Student Council) and apparently, many disagreed with him on that topic. And at that very moment, Eizaaz, the 2nd Secretary General, swapped places with the delegate of China, Douglas/Dougie/Nugget/Runner up of SSGIDOL2005. And damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, was it interesting. Cause, you know, it's Eizaaz, and alllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty oblivious, so.. umm.. ah, as we were having tea, Nik (Secretary General) decided that all of us deserved a dance, and she put on the music, and TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS. Urged everyone to dance, but .. come on, this was an MUN Conference. And MUN Conference = MAJORITY Smart People. How'd ya expect them to dance?? Duuuhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, they were having fun with the projector and went up to the umm.. thing in the hall. I would have gone if I wasn't such a fatass. =[[[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I hope to not have lost my &lt;strong&gt;brand new&lt;/strong&gt; thumbdrive. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let it be in Ninda's car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115487955227206429?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115487955227206429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115487955227206429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115487955227206429' title='heels = hell.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115470238982338697</id><published>2006-08-04T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:45:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATEVER</title><content type='html'>I think the word 'whatever' should be banned from the face of earth. This is due to the encouragement that it gives towards young teenagers. Besides that, it also decreases the amount of intellectual words that are known to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is OVERPOPULATED with bitches. And, to face them everyday is just, woah. Look, as some might know, I have more than enough things on my plate at the moment. MUN, Class Pictures, and studying itself. Only a week was spent without an exemption letter, and I missed two days of five since I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware of the fact that I have no contributed much for the upcoming event, Merdeka Day. I admit to not have done anything useful towards the class for Merdeka, for I was not around to help plan the decoration even though I am a member of it. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;submit and essay, you know? But, you have to understand too, because, first off, I paid for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;school fees, therefore, it is up to me with my education and co-curricular activities.  It is not, at all, my fault that you have not gotten yourself invovled in activities as such. I'm trying to take advantage of whats possible. Not all school have what Sri Garden has. And I'm making use of that for my testimonial, becuase, believe or not, when I graduate, when everyone recieves a testiomonial, its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my name &lt;/span&gt;on the result slip, being referred to in my testimonial. Not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just, downright pissed because I believe that most of my classmates think that since I got exempted from class, it means that I have not been doing anything at all, but sit down, eat and talk. Do they not know that apparently, I have been doing placards for MUN? ( I bet they don't even know what MUN is in the first place.)  Running up and down, meeting teachers, calling schools, GOING to schools and a whole lot more when I get exempted? Seriously, I can' t believe THAT somebody got me blogging thanks to what she did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115470238982338697?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115470238982338697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115470238982338697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115470238982338697' title='WHATEVER'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115443279749353951</id><published>2006-08-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:53:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTI BACTERIA!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. I might as well be pronouced dead. I went to KLCC today, for lunch, and later on to Times Square cause I stayed back home thanks to my not-so-powerful anti-bodies. I'm confused to either thank god it's not strong enough .. or not thank god. Nyeh. I'm being a harlequin and talking about crap here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what happened in class was totally unexpected. And yes, I am going to talk about the love triangle between &lt;strong&gt;Sachie, Darren &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Saranya. &lt;/strong&gt;With testerones like theirs, the boys in our class could not stop talking about how Darren is totally in love with Saranya. The highlight of the whole "hormonious" talk was that Alvin reckoned that Darren had Saranya's name tatooed on his ass. But, Darren HAD to elaborate and say that it was in fact "LOVE SARANYA" on his ass. As if that was not enough, he also mentioned about his SARANYA tattoo near his "rubber ducky" (seems familiar. Remind's me of Pete). And to have it there was a great pleasure, especially when he "steams" (gets an orgasm. Class talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the second best class, and one of the "smart" classes, you'd actually expect more out of these kids. I had expected them to talk about the world's condition and not this. God forbids if Sachie does not turn out homosexual after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, something happened on Monday. Very .. drama like. You know the kid who passed away? Yeah, Our principal annouced it and we had a moment of silence for him. It was sad, that most of the kids did not understand the how it feels like to have lost someone, hence the scolding they got from Mr. Khaw for not having, or showing any sense of respect towards him and his beavering family, and friends, and schoolmates. I had a strong urge to  malice whoever that laughed and who did not take the moment of silence seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I went back to class after lunch, to find everyone talking about Wee Yang, the geek who gets bullied in our class in the toilet, crying to this parents. Why? Dickson accused of him being one of those who laughed during the moment of silence. And during the last period, his dad came and talked to him. I seriously thought that some of the guys were going to meet Mr. Khaw and be told off for bullying him, but, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need your opinion on these. I edited them for our class photo. Would like opinions, and which one's better? First or Second? I'm totally no where in sight. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4880/3011/1600/done1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4880/3011/320/done1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4880/3011/1600/done2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4880/3011/320/done2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the second one best. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -  Marcus looks &lt;strike&gt;gay&lt;/strike&gt; PRETTY (and he makes all the girls (except me) shriek and have a fangirl moment) [front row, 4th from left. Comments wanted].&lt;br /&gt;PPS - Joshep's totally steaming.&lt;br /&gt;PPPS - Qasyaff's just .. homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115443279749353951?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115443279749353951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115443279749353951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115443279749353951' title='ANTI BACTERIA!!'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115425503605849198</id><published>2006-07-30T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:24:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born to dance to this song.</title><content type='html'>I feel sick. I need vodka or whatever. I feel like I partied all night and .. beh you got it. A hangover, I think. I've not gone through one, but, heck, I think this is how it'll feel like even if I did. I have this urge to stick a toothbrush down my throat and I've been wanting to do that since lunch yesterday. My head feel's like its on cloud 9, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Nazeera's birthday party. We played this game, where it's like pass the parcel, but thing is, you have to pass a whole bag filled with clothes, and if the music stops, you have to wear whatever you take out from the bag. You get the point. What was funny was when &lt;strong&gt;Ken Hing took out a bra. He wore that and a skirt =]]&lt;/strong&gt; He was hawttt and on fire. Bahahahaha. I don't remember much, but I remember Amin wearing a skirt. He then moved on to a bra once Ken Hing was done with it and all. &lt;strong&gt;I hope someone gets those pictures developed and post them on the Prefectorial Board. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we were still going on about Amin "making out" with Nik, who has Iskandar as her boyfriend, but bla bla bla .. long story cut short. Beh. I'm too lazy to continue. Wished it was Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue making panic! animations. =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115425503605849198?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115425503605849198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115425503605849198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115425503605849198' title='I was born to dance to this song.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115416796989132041</id><published>2006-07-29T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:21:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you doing, young lady?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened to our furniture. I woke up, went down and .. nothing was there. An hour later, it hit me: someone must have brought it to the apartment .. I think. Nyeh. Too lazy to ask lah. It's none of my concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay back for MUN yesterday. And, I've been staying back alot. I stayed back till 6pm last week, for the Prefect's Gathering.. last minute preparation, as always. =]] It was pretty weird and funny to see the Probations in their uniform. Too bad, they still have to wear the school uniform despite them having the Prefect's. Installation day is a looooong way to go kids, enjoy the uniform while you can, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was being a procastinator yesterday, lazing around while Nik was all busy. We were preparing for the SSGMUN conference yesterday, for your information. Making plankcards and all for the countries. So, Carinna, Hera and I had to cut the mounting board into half, then, from half, to 7 .. with a &lt;strong&gt;blade&lt;/strong&gt;. First off, you don't use a blade to cut a mounting board, cause, a mounting board is &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;. Therefore, it leaves some fugly marks on the edges. But noooo, Eizaaz, insisted that we should cut using a blade. And, he showed it to us. But, being procastinators that we are, we were like "Okay. Cool, so, you proved that one's able to cut a mounting board using a blade, so?" and we went back to talking. See? That's why we're called girls. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazeera's party is tomorrow. I don't know what to get her. I'm giving her the Soduku game, but, that &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;be it, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Kist.. THINK! THINK! THINK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ edit ] That poor Form 5 kid passed away. ='[ [ / edit ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115416796989132041?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115416796989132041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115416796989132041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115416796989132041' title='How you doing, young lady?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115399825804306972</id><published>2006-07-27T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:04:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it when someone rubs something in my face and not know it. It's like you've just decomposed and not know that you did. Rather impossible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, PCD was last night and I was there. =)) We were suppose to meet Nik, and never did plan to meet Carmen, Michelle, Michelle (our school's populated with the name "Michelle", if you were wondering) Sylvia, and .. Emma. Yes. Emma was there and I couldn't believe it. Hello! She's my duty officer for god's sake. It's like Mr. Khaw going to a strip club. 0_O Awkward much? I'm not gonna talk much about the concert. It wasn't the best. It wasn't really good. It was.. okay. I mean, what do you expect from six ladies, with one singing? Neither was I excited and really looking foward to it. Throughout the whole show, I was dreaming and imagining the comfort to be back home, and on my bed, sleeping soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick. Well, not really. Just throat irritation and coughing. And my doctor told me I've been affected by the haze. Which got me wondering, when did I walk the streets of KL? As far as I know, I've only been indoors. TRAPPED indoors. Maybe someone polluted my room? God knows. Oh, and once again, I thank the Indonesian Goverment for polluting our air, once again. Thank You. =] All of us Malaysians look foward to this time of the year, every year, for it makes loss. Ily. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been okay, but, things keep on pissing me on and off, classmates are turning out to be assholes and bitches. But, nyeh. Thank god we have our distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm pretty happy that the school's bringing up the Merdeka spirit this year. There was nothing as such last year and I was damn dissapoted. But, this year, they have an Essay writing competition, and loads more. And I am entering the essay writing competition. And well, might as well start on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115399825804306972?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115399825804306972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115399825804306972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115399825804306972' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115344395361565525</id><published>2006-07-21T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:05:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck them.</title><content type='html'>Everyone has recieved this message. Well, in school lah. Someone in our school is in a coma. He was hit by a pajero and he's brain dead. The whole school knows about it. He's in Form 5. This incident made me realise that like can be taken away from you just like that. I think the whole school knows about it after a message was passed on. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all ssg student, let us pray for our form 5 friend who are now fighting for his life in coma. May god be with him at all times. Have a heart and pass the message around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the grammatical errors that pissed the heck out of me, I feel very sad and wish him well. Life has to be very much appericiated since it can be gone the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, I just came back from class and more than pissed. Some kids are doing this origami thing. And they believe that if they make up to a 1000, he'll go to heaven. They've been doing this since yesterday. And I went to class, told the others (except Islamic students) about it and asked if they wanted too. I was just being nice and asking them. All I got was "WE KNOW LAH! SO OUTDATED AH YOU?!" HELLO. I'M TRYING TO BE NICE AND FILL YOU GUYS IN AND YOU BASH ME UP?! WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU GUYS?! ARE YOU GUYS THAT FUCKED UP?! WHY WERE YOU BEING SO NEGATIVE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SO FUCKING PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115344395361565525?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115344395361565525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115344395361565525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115344395361565525' title='fuck them.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115336233506436598</id><published>2006-07-20T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:39:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sea calls me.</title><content type='html'>i'm fucking pissed because that &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;can &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;stop shoving certain knowledge of hers that she gained from me into my face. i know she has not been informed about my thought of her somewhat.. "showing off" her so called "knowledge" towards me. she thinks its something that can make our friendship better, but she got that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish she would stop doing what she is. i don't like it. its as if shes copying me. i mean, if i were to marry guy A, would she do the same after looking at him and thinking that he's cute? would she take him away and marry him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats what i feel like now. someone stealing something that's so precious and that something that i cant be proud of. if it wasn't for me, she'd know nothing about &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;shes making me hate it even &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, Nik is getting me pcd tickets. yayyy. So, there might be a possibility of me going. The Prefect's Gathering is in two days and I've skipped classes for two days straight. And with Thursday along, three days. Yerp. I skipped three days. Jolly. I think I'll be going with her for it. Along with Zubz &amp; Hera?&lt;br /&gt;yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday, i ran up and down the school building. calling almost all 41 schools. and yesterday, i went OUT OF SCHOOL to datuk lokman's and amminudin baki. man, the kids in sab were like zombies. and, NO one smiled there. it was creepy. i thank god i never applied there when i was suppose to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115336233506436598?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115336233506436598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115336233506436598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115336233506436598' title='the sea calls me.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115289764684553530</id><published>2006-07-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:20:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the loser. And you're shining like the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;craving: NSYNC CONCERT. COMEBACK. WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIDUP &lt;em&gt;NSYNC&lt;/em&gt;. MATI &lt;em&gt;BSB&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask whats up with the title. I like NSYNC, and trust me, I never wished and hope nor thought that they'd end their career and go seperate, not to mention shitty trashy, stupid ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, they made great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Stop is currently on repeat. Oh yesss. Envy me. =P I srsly need to get their Greatest Hits. Seeing the fact that my NSYNC CDs are all scratched and destroyed by the meanest of Kist, the lazy and irresponsible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooohh Yess.. I will never stop until your mine, I can wait forever till the end of time. Cause my heart is in your hands, don't you understand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of going back in time? Just going back? Well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna go back to the time when listening to NSYNC was cool.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to the time when labels don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to the time when having a crush on a guy in your favorite band was considered normal.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to the time when there was no war between Bush and Islam.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to the time when you can enjoy ANY music that is music to your ears&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed so much. I remember the time when I'd sit in class, alone and hated by people. I'd sit there and think "God, I can't wait for Secondary School". And now that I am one, I sit and think "God, I wish the years have not gone by so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;we're moving. away. from the house I've spent more than 10 years in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my precious memories. All the ups and downs of life I've gone through will be .. sold. I hate moving, but at the same time, I love moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New place. New people. New life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time there was a move, was in 2001. My grandparents moved and it took me a month or more to get over the fact that they did. They left the house that I spent in since I was only.. a couple of days old. I use to go back there and tears would wet my face. Yes, I am aware of the fact that I am a very sentimental person. And what made it worst was that, I had to go there quite often, since my granduncle lives only 5 feet away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to go through this moving. It's going to be one tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh something that happened today, well, I've been just plain moody. I reckon its got something to do with the fact that I've been sleeping late for the past week. And that the Assessment 3 is only a fortnight away. Apart from that, I've not been stressed up and depressed for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I do some sulking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee Ess: Hows the layout?? &lt;strong&gt;Comment&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115289764684553530?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115289764684553530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115289764684553530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115289764684553530' title='I am the loser. And you&apos;re shining like the sun.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115261941812148590</id><published>2006-07-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:53:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When?</title><content type='html'>I was right all along. &lt;strong&gt;Lee likes sluts with big boobies.&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, he would have hit Jordan if she wasn't already taken. Proof &lt;a href="http://loveisland.itv.com/CelebrityProfile.aspx?cid=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAS HE DONE TO HIS EFFIN CUTE HAIR THAT MAKES HIM SO ADORABLE?! WHY IS IT PLATINUM BLONDE AND NOT JUST &lt;strong&gt;BLONDE&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Blue.&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have NO IDEA of what I just said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCK&lt;/strong&gt;. (Which is, by the way, THE word of THE day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its my blog, so, I'll be going down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FISH AREN'T THEY BACK TOGETHER SINCE THEY'RE ACTUALLY ON A "BREAK". BREAK MY ARSE LAH. I mean, they went soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (x100000000) far. Who else is able to go "GOLD" in MALAYSIA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still upset. Oh, and do let me take this opportunity to confess my love for Blue &amp; Brit boys.. ESPECIALLY Brit Boys (more than American (except for emos (but brit emo kids are still hotter too (or not ( Cis, I don't know lah (Ohhh!! Forgot Canadian boys. =P)))) boys) Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I was obssesed with Blue since for almost FOUR YEARS. Then stopped. Got obssesed with them for another 2-3 months. (L. Ryan was hottt. Don't blame me) *squeee* REMEMBER WHEN I TOUCHED SIMON AND GOT A TOTAL OF THREE FLYING KISSES FROM SIMON INFRONT OF MY MUM?! WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. WHY WAS I DUMB AND DIDN'T ATTEND THE AFTER PARTY?! I MEAN, I GOT INVITES FOR GOD'S SAKE. *hits self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would have happened if Uncle Richard did not turn down those World Cup final tickets? Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Carinna won't be in school then. That's no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to clap for me 'cause I went for almost TWO weeks without saying the "F" word. I'm proud of myself. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Assessment 3 is around the corner, and hell yeah, its been buggin me. But, I can't stop this want to be a procrastinator every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw this. I'm gonna go listen to BLUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115261941812148590?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115261941812148590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115261941812148590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115261941812148590' title='Remember When?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115202610212791518</id><published>2006-07-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:22:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo is being used wordwide because it's something "COOL".</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed off for no absoloute reason. You're suppose to get used to it. If you don't, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN EVERYONE JUST STFU ABOUT IT!? Because, &lt;u&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a good movie &lt;strong&gt;at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; It's a stupid movie with an overused plot and theme. I mean, comeon! It's only singing.. and the songs are just so for 5 year olds. GROW UP and watch porn and listen to Marilyn Manson INSTEAD. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, I go to school and end up hearing that stupid lullaby song, "Braking Free" or whatever the stupid title is. Like that's not bad, I have to actually LISTEN TO THEM SING IT IN CLASS. &lt;strong&gt;EVERY. SINGLE. EFFIN. DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. This is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;an insult, but SHUT UP ALREADY! We've had enough of those two kids &lt;strike&gt;singing&lt;/strike&gt; lypshidighidgdn pronouced lip singing posers. We don't need your frog-like voice. Don't tell me to shut up and keep this to myself because the last time I checked, &lt;strong&gt;it's MY blog and not yours. You're only here to read it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Emo being the new "it word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone in the class knows what emo really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use it in every effin sentence that they know and not know the meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;What if it means the same thing as "my boobies are bigger than Pamela Anderson's" or "my penis is smaller than a baby's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT EMO. Why does everyone end up going all "Ohhh.. Kist is emo!!" just because Dickson and Marcus decides to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. You go around saying.." OMG. THATS SOO EMO" and not know what it means. Haha. Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I think emo's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;b) Emo's are attention seekers.&lt;br /&gt;c) I smile wayyy to much to be an emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) That SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's back to that bitchy "avoid Kist" mood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT MY EFFIN FAULT THAT I'M KEDEKUT OR WHATEVER. EVEN IF I AM, WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?! I'VE NEVER DONE A SINGLE THING TO YOU. WHATS YOUR EFFIN PROBLEM TRYING TO GET ALL PISSY WITH ME ALL OF A SUDDEN?! DON'T BE MAD AT ME CAUSE I BEAT YOU BY TWO POSITIONS OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MADE YOU THINK I'M KIAN SIAP(a miser) OR WHATEVER?! I BOUGHT YOU THE FOOD AND ALL THAT. I BOUGHT YOU STUFF AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY THINGS ABOUT ME LIKE THAT. WHATS YOUR EFFIN PROBLEM WITH YESTERDAY, ALL OF A SUDDEN TELLING PEOPLE THAN I AM KIAN SIAP. WHY IS IT WHEN I TALK TO YOU IT'S LIKE I'VE DONE SOMETHING SO EXTREMLY BAD THAT YOU HATE ME. WHY MUST YOU ACT LIKE YOU HATE ME WHEN I'VE DONE ABSOUOTLY NOTHING TO YOU AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU COMPLAIN TOO MUCH AND SOMETIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO BE STOPPED. CAUSE, TRUTH BE TOLD, YOU DO COMPLAIN TOO MUCH AND TEND TO GET SOMEHOW EXCITED OVER SOME STUFF THAT HAS TO BE DONE A. S. A. P. ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU HAVE TO GO ON AND ON AND COMPLAING ABOUT WHATVER NOT BEING PERFECT OR NOT LIVING UP TO YOUR OHSIHIGH EXPECTATIONS. TRUST ME, I THINK I DID THOSE PEOPLE A FAVOUR BY ASKING YOU TO SHUT UP EVER FIVE SECONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) That oh someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you tell me that I'm invited.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it goes all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. you tell me that "oh, there's no more space for you.. =/"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY COULDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU DIDN'T WANT ME THERE EARLIER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD HAVE NOT BEEN EMBARASSED INFORNT OF PEOPLE IF YOU HAD TOLD ME EARLIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) that another SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you're so smart cause you got one of the highest in class and was a good student last year.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU STOP INSULTING ME!?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. I know its a joke and all, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS LIKE A FRICKIN' INSULT AND I DON'T EFFIN LIKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're smart and you hang out with all the pretty girls. You got it all. CSA, Academics, you're good at both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thats no excuse to tell the others that they're not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, JUST EFFIN SHUT UP BECAUSE I MIGHT PUNCH AND SCREAM AT YOU IN THE FACE, DUMBASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. I'm done.. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115202610212791518?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115202610212791518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115202610212791518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115202610212791518' title='Emo is being used wordwide because it&apos;s something &quot;COOL&quot;.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115202096935250240</id><published>2006-07-04T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:49:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when a lie is believed to be the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was surfing the site. And I came across one with my family tree. And, I surfed my dad's side, sent in a few corrections and moved on to my mum's. Guess what I "found out".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mum's adopted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL?! Has the fact that she is &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;daughter &lt;strong&gt;has been proved after a 11 year court case&lt;/strong&gt;. And, here's this site telling me and others that she's adopted. I'm sending that site's owner another correction tomorrow since I sent in two today.. *mumbles* Stupid Nerang and Khadijah lah. Go burn in hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I am aware of the fact that I'm cursing both my aunt and uncle. But, they're asses. Couldn't help it. *shurgs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stayed back for that Prefects Gathering and "we" decided to dance. We did this Japanese dance. And while we were dancing, the song kept on going "Shoran shoran". Therefore, I'll name it the Shoran Dance. It's highly dangerous, for it's very much similiar to Tae - Kwan - Doe. It's as if you're trying to slam dunk the person next to you. See, told you. HIGHLY dangerous. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is Durian in your room dangerous? I like the smell. Is that a problem?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dude, go out to Borders and go get a CD. Why? My mum tells me it's around RM19.90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHAT THE FORK?! That's BLOODY cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115202096935250240?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115202096935250240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115202096935250240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115202096935250240' title='when a lie is believed to be the truth.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115193263647643243</id><published>2006-07-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:17:16.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She presses a smile and pushes his hips to hers.</title><content type='html'>I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to CHEER last year. &lt;strong&gt;NOONE &lt;/strong&gt;talked about it. Not a single word of it. Not even a mention of CHEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this year, almost on everyone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG OMG OMG. Cheer was awesome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff man! Eff! Eff! Eff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. I mean, it just &lt;strong&gt;had &lt;/strong&gt;to be the year that I decided to not go that people talk about. What the eff? Aiyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair and its just.. eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we had 7 free periods today. Suprisingly. We filled it with doing absoloutely.. nothing. I don't know why my Form 1 History is open and infront of me right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reading it, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115193263647643243?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115193263647643243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115193263647643243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115193263647643243' title='She presses a smile and pushes his hips to hers.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115176679713571115</id><published>2006-07-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T00:01:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nik Shazarina, can I PLEASE push you next time so that you'll end up soaking wet, for I love you to death, old hag. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I came back looking like a housewife, the result of running around under the hot steaming sun around the school. But my mom insisted on a housemaid. I strongly disagreed. And sulked. Then, I decided to catch a glimpse of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a housemaid indeed.&lt;br /&gt;A horrible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that has been punished and one that ran around the whole of Malaysia. No no no no. Make that the whole galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I was burned. My middle finger is terribly burned. I need to show it to people, and beg for sympathy. I got a sunburn too. My face was red and still is. I feel like a tomato right this moment. I wonder if I will look like an apple if someone pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone like to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internatinal Food Festival (IFF) or, the International Understanding Day (IU Day) was a total blast. I was excited last night, but ecstatic today for it. I was a first timer. And it was what I expected it to be. IFF ought to be an annual something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very much looking foward to see Nik get dunked. But, sadly, she only did when I left. And she got dunked thanks to Anis. Let me tell you, a smart thing to do by, I believe the English Language Club/Society. Which ever one it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suprised that our food was sold out. After I toured the IFF thrice. Or more. Yes, I am very much guilty of leaving my booth AND IU day for IFF. Come on, people WERE attracted to it alot more than ours. It was fun. They had the dunking game there and alot more. So, you can't blame me for dumping IU Day for a little why, now, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. be right back! Dinners. Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures. So does Carinna. So, half of it's hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eizaaz.. after getting DUNKED! Yes, he was one of the first ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Bali booth. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca srsly looked effed up with Louise on her right and "Monday" on her left (I pity him. =[)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele &lt;em&gt;perasaning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00289.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO YAH! CAUGHT OFF GUARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded Ken Hing who just can't stop telling people that he passed his driving test and can now drive. He had this Kyoto thing on his had that made me wanna snap a picture. He looked like he was just released from Hospital Bahagia with the thing that he was selling. No, not virginity, but those orgami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA. WEETARD OF ZA YEAR. TAUFIK whatshisfullname. Carinna and I were just like "TAUFIK! POST FOR US!!". LMFAO. I can't believe I was once rather afraid of him. Pssh. Newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. NIK SELLING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I save the best for the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 494px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="420" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/DSC00491.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIK AFTER SHE GOT DUNKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115176679713571115?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115176679713571115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115176679713571115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115176679713571115' title='Nik Shazarina, can I PLEASE push you next time so that you&apos;ll end up soaking wet, for I love you to death, old hag. &lt;3'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/IU%20and%20IFF/th_DSC00391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115166073173882856</id><published>2006-06-30T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:18:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I had was a memory of what was.</title><content type='html'>I am so effin &lt;u&gt;pissed&lt;/u&gt;. I seriously am. I just shouted to Becs on the phone. Telling her stuff and realeasing my anger. Why? &lt;strong&gt;We lost our NIE. &lt;/strong&gt;And, today's the last day to hand it in. Honestly, who ever stole ours will die a painful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/834/marcgay2cj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's suppose to say &lt;em&gt;marc - im gay. i got no dick. im homosexual. i like guys. and i like.. wee yang. (Offline)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I saw Wee Yang take on Marcus and apparently, Malcolm just &lt;strong&gt;had &lt;/strong&gt;to help Wee Yang release Marcus. I pity that boy sometimes, everyone making fun of him and all. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT was turned into something more.. dirty. We made that chatroom again, and everyone ended up walking around everywhere. And, people decided to get on one's account and write stupid stuff. It was rather fun. For the first time since last year, I laughed my head off, until Malcolm and his chair's leg stepped on my feet. It hurts so bad now.. and its all blackish.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left school with our Bali stall half done. But, we're doing everything else tomorrow so that no one can steal and mother nature won't disturb it and mess it up. Better safe than sorry, yo. I'm pretty excited for tomorrow's IU Day. I think its gonna be tiring, though. But, loads of fun. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and let's get to tagging cause I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real name: T. N. Qistina.&lt;br /&gt;Age: 14.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 Feet ++. 162/3 cm. Natural hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Dark browish.&lt;br /&gt;Skin color: Like laici lah wei..&lt;br /&gt;Glasses/Contacts: Glasses&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: Ears.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos: No. And never.&lt;br /&gt;Braces: *nods*&lt;br /&gt;Mannerisms: I'm very polite to people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Other distinctive markings: Saying fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;Color(s): Black, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Band(s): Wouldn't fit this page.&lt;br /&gt;Video Game: The Sims! (Not steam ahh..)&lt;br /&gt;Movie(s): ... I ain't no movie buff.&lt;br /&gt;Book(s): Angels &amp; Demons, Undomestic Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;Food: Japanese &amp;amp; Burritos.&lt;br /&gt;Game On A Cellphone: Still snake, BOOO YAH!&lt;br /&gt;CD: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, All We Know Is Falling.&lt;br /&gt;Flower(s): Roses? Lilies?&lt;br /&gt;Scent: Roses.&lt;br /&gt;Animal(s): Awkwardly, dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Comic book: Archie's.&lt;br /&gt;Cereal: Cornflakes. =)&lt;br /&gt;Website: www.pinkisthenewblog.com www.kennysia.com&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon: The Simpsons, Southpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument?: Piano &amp; Drums.&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?: No. More on computer.&lt;br /&gt;Like to sing?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Have a job?: Yeah. CEO of The Lazy Asses Club.&lt;br /&gt;Have a cell phone?: Sony Ericsoon's walkman whatever i.&lt;br /&gt;Can You&lt;br /&gt;Sing the alphabet backwards?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?: No..&lt;br /&gt;Speak any other languages?: Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Go a day without food?: Har. No aneroxic kids here.&lt;br /&gt;Remember your dreams: .. yes?&lt;br /&gt;Read music, not just tabs?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Roll your tongue?: Kinda?&lt;br /&gt;Eat a whole pizza?: A small one, why yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever&lt;br /&gt;Won something in the lottery?: Pssh. I wished!&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house?: Too bad. No punks here.&lt;br /&gt;Lied to get out of trouble?: Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Had a computer crash?: Er.. Dunno?&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in your city?: Once, yes!&lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star?: Unfortunately, no.&lt;br /&gt;Been to any other countries?: Singapore.. London, Australia? I don't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious surgery?: Do stitches count?&lt;br /&gt;Stolen something important to someone else?: I don't steal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Solved a rubiks cube?: THAT THING IS ALIVE I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas?: Neverr.&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a girl?: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a boy?: Why, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a random stranger?: Pssh. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a random stranger?: ^^&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?: I'm not a violent person!&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?: Have you been reading what I wrote? Pay attention!!!&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?: Never&lt;br /&gt;Had alcohol?: I don't drink...ever&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?: lol no!&lt;br /&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?: Hahaha yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Snuck into the opposite sex's bathroom?: I think yes. But, I know that person.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents?: No. Atleast I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy where it hurts?: YES. YUE HONG. THRICE!&lt;br /&gt;Been to a casino?: NOT ALLOWED.&lt;br /&gt;Ran over an animal and killed it?: Bahh.. No.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?: Thank God, no.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten stitches?: Yerp. My chin.&lt;br /&gt;Had a water balloon fight in winter?: No winter. But, got lah water balloon fight.&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade muffins?: I love bakin'.&lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone?: Dicky bit me.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Disneyland/Disneyworld?: .. next year!&lt;br /&gt;Burped in someone's face?: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you&lt;br /&gt;Brushed your teeth: This morning&lt;br /&gt;Cried: Last Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bathroom: Showered, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a movie in a theatre: Over The Hedge!! Two weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;Read a book: Text books.&lt;br /&gt;Had a snow day: When it snows in the equator.&lt;br /&gt;Had a party: Last year? Two years ago? Stopped having one after 11 years. XD&lt;br /&gt;Went to a doctor: Um...a month ago?&lt;br /&gt;Tripped in front of someone: Once or twixe.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the grocery store: Last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Got sick: A month ago?&lt;br /&gt;Got cursed: Urh..&lt;br /&gt;Called someone: Few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Prefer&lt;br /&gt;Fruits/vegetables: Fruits&lt;br /&gt;Black/white: Black&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/lights off: ON! I'ma afraid of the sark.&lt;br /&gt;TV/Movies: Both&lt;br /&gt;Body spray/Lotion: Lotion. Body spray's just.. icky.&lt;br /&gt;Cash/Cheque: Cash...come on! No one likes cheques!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pillows/blankets: Both&lt;br /&gt;Headache/stomachache: NEITHER&lt;br /&gt;Paint/charcoal: Paint.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese food/Mexican food: Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;Summer/Winter: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Snow/Rain: Snow&lt;br /&gt;Foggy/Misty: Misty&lt;br /&gt;Rock/Rap: Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Meat/Vegetarian: Meat&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate/vanilla: Vanilla. Chocolate gives me a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkles/Icing: Icing.&lt;br /&gt;Cake/Pie: Cake.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean/Swimming pool: Ocean. It's prettyful.&lt;br /&gt;Cookies/Muffins: Muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Wallet/pocket: Pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Window/Door: Window&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin/Chespirito: CHARLIE CHAPLIN, fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;Pink/Purple: Purple.&lt;br /&gt;Cat/Dog: Dogs. Cats are bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeves/Short sleeves: Short&lt;br /&gt;Pants/shorts: Pants. Hates shorts.&lt;br /&gt;Winter break/Spring break: Hari Raya break.&lt;br /&gt;Clouds/Clear sky: Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;Moon/Mars: Moon&lt;br /&gt;Questions/Answers: Answers&lt;br /&gt;War/Peace: Peace. I'll kill anyone who chooses war. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love And All That Crap&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?: ...&lt;br /&gt;What's the most important kind of love for you?: Love is love lahh..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?: with my family, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been close to love?: ...&lt;br /&gt;If you have, with who?: myself, durh.&lt;br /&gt;Ever confessed your feelings to the one you loved?: iloveyou. after that, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Really badly so that it actually hurts and you cry at night?: I cried only once over it. And got over it the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?: relationship whaa?&lt;br /&gt;If so, for how long?: one second.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is someone for everyone?: yea. clothes, food, books, school, etc.&lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of the best date?: he pays. she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;What was your first kiss like?: .. how do you expect me to remember?&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you got your first kiss?: like, one second old?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think love is worth nothing?: isn't love a feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Best experience you've ever had with the opposite/same sex: .. am I suppose to answer "in bed" ?&lt;br /&gt;If you are single, have you had any boyfriends/girlfriends before?: my brother is my boyfriend. dicky-san!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been dumped?: i dumped myself last night. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dumped someone?: yeah, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;Am: ... a homosapian.&lt;br /&gt;Want: to do something useful.&lt;br /&gt;Need: money.&lt;br /&gt;Love: familyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Hate: Shasha's ex, Naeem. And currently, Malcolm cause he's turning into an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Feel: Lazy&lt;br /&gt;Did: Went to school and went online today&lt;br /&gt;Miss: the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Am tired of: Malcolm.&lt;br /&gt;Will always: lazy &amp;amp; fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite genre of music?: I love all kinds of music, but not rap/hip hop&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: 5.33pm&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have right now?: RM50?&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry right now?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?: Filling out this survey&lt;br /&gt;Do you like parades?: Depends...&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the moon?: Do you like the sun?&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do when you're done with this?: What are you gonna do once you're done asking me questions?&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any magical power what would it be?: everything. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Think You Are:&lt;br /&gt;Funny?: Ask my friends&lt;br /&gt;Cool?: i ain't cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty?: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic?: I tend to be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy?: why, yess.. the CEO here.&lt;br /&gt;Hyper?: constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Evil?: Sometimes, yes.. along with sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable?: maybe yes cause im kinda bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;Smart?: DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;Strong?: emotionally or whast?&lt;br /&gt;Talented?: be specific.&lt;br /&gt;Dorky?: somtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Comes To Mind When...:&lt;br /&gt;High: Form 2A.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely: Me.&lt;br /&gt;Pen: Exams.&lt;br /&gt;Flower: Lilies.&lt;br /&gt;Window: The Sims (LOLL)&lt;br /&gt;Psycho: MPH.&lt;br /&gt;Brain freeze: Slurpee.&lt;br /&gt;Strange: People.&lt;br /&gt;Sassy: sluts. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;Suffering: Pain.&lt;br /&gt;Art: Painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would You Ever...:&lt;br /&gt;Sky dive?: me no like heights.&lt;br /&gt;Run away?: maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Curse at a teacher?: never.&lt;br /&gt;Not take a shower for a week?: im hygenic.&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone out?: psh, no.&lt;br /&gt;Unscrew your cellphone too see what's inside?: I have a life, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to someone to make them think better of you?: AHAHAHAH. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;Visit a foreign country for more than a month?: I did. LOL. London.&lt;br /&gt;Go scuba diving?: I wanna!&lt;br /&gt;Write a book?: I'll just give up halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Assemble a computer?: Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Become a rock star?: I wanna!&lt;br /&gt;Have a long-distance relationship?: if its true love.&lt;br /&gt;Marry someone you don't know?: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Questions (FINALLY!):&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you have?: computer lah.&lt;br /&gt;What grade/level of studies are you in? (if applicable): Lower Secondary. I'm not all that hyped up about translating to all the american slangs.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?: rudee.. no.&lt;br /&gt;How many posters do you have in your room?: i use to have about 5, but now 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging...&lt;br /&gt;SACHIE.&lt;br /&gt;KIM.&lt;br /&gt;JULIENNE.&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA.&lt;br /&gt;JOLYN.&lt;br /&gt;YORSHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can remember lah..&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10 Years Ago I Was : 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Went to Buzzy Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Was the center of attention. (Yucky.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Wore a skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Has people to dress me up.. from step 1. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;IT WAS OKAY TO HAVE FUN BACK THEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Years Ago I Was : 9 years old&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Went to a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Was a fucking mat salleh. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Was this &lt;I&gt;"amazing&lt;/i&gt;" person that everyone would stop and stare at me and then whisper to their friend. Felt like Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loved BLUE LIKEWOAH. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Made new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Found out that not all goverment schooled kids had to wear tudung. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Was like, popular.. &amp; nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago I Was : 13 years old&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hyper. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hated having a best friend (still do)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Discovered punk rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a new kid in SSG. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Became a prefect. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Started to think alot about my future. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Started hating PE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Waiting for today.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WITH THE NIE THINGY!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;On the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Thinking of an additional food for IU Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Most Recent Songs I Listened To :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Numb by Linkin Park. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Time Machine by The Click Five. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Thinking Underage by Teddy Geiger &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lyrical Lies by CIWWAF. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by P!ATD.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Songs I Know All The Words To :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Baby.. One More Time - Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Numb by Linkin Park &lt;br /&gt;&gt;My All by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Gotta Get Thru This by Daniel Bedingfield. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Ideal Places For Running Away To :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My Room&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My School&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;&gt;KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Shangri - La Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Items I Really Want :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to lose weightt. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;192570937693602943752039753290562398651205 A's for SPM &amp; PMR. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;HMV in KL. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Another iPod/A Video iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I Should Be Doing Right Now :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Off the computer&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Start on my homework&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Watching TV. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Biggest Joys In Life :&lt;br /&gt;&gt;A complete and happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Going to a private school.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Being a prefect. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Surrounded by people who love me. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Doing what I want, whenver I want, getting what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six people I tag :&lt;br /&gt;SACHIE.&lt;br /&gt;KIM.&lt;br /&gt;JULIENNE.&lt;br /&gt;SAMANTHA.&lt;br /&gt;JOLYN.&lt;br /&gt;YORSHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading off to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115166073173882856?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115166073173882856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115166073173882856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115166073173882856' title='All I had was a memory of what was.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115157988215080230</id><published>2006-06-29T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:25:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see a red door, and I want it painted black.</title><content type='html'>Boredom got the best out of me, as always. Even though I know I have homework waiting for me. But, you know me. I play hard but never work hard. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you're pondering about if this was taken today. I'm sorry to say, but you're wrong. Well, honestly, I am not at all sorry. Just thought it sounded pleasant. Something that I am rather short of everytime I blog. Just to make this clear: I &lt;strong&gt;am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;rather&lt;/strike&gt; pleasant and nice in school. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you see Qasyaff "protecting" himself from Rebecca and Mou Chuan, who were playing the role of doctors who have decided to remove his testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe I just said what I said. Blek. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just disturbed by this picture. It's Qasyaff's head .. &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; close to Joshep's. I don't know. I can't spend another minute staring at it and come up with a story. It's too disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou Chuan wasn't getting enough and headed for Joshep&lt;strike&gt;'s&lt;/strike&gt;. While he attempts to get jiggey with Joshep, Alfred suffers the consequence and Joshep, feeling &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;settled for the "constipated look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou Chuan felt a little lovin' &amp; horny that particular day for himself and couldn't hold it in. Here he is, showing his love towards himself while Rebecca stares and enjoys the "view". Darren, who looked interested in the current situation looks on while Qasyaff tries out a ballet move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not satisfied with himself, he decided to move on with Qasyaff. Here, he tries to do so while Rebecca and Joshep go all "TOGETHER FOREVER". While being humped unknowingly, Qasyaff stares at someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I made a story. And, you'll be more than happy to know that it contains &lt;strong&gt;coloured&lt;/strong&gt; pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all saw the first picture which is this one and you make your own introduction&lt;em&gt;lah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddely, Joshep wanted some love from Qasyaff and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, judging by the picture, Qasyaff did not satisfy Joshep's needs and was forced into it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO - OP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its obvious that Alfred or better known as ALFART was envious of what was happening and he needed some love for himself too. Therefore, making it a threesome while Mou Chuan pukes &lt;strike&gt;pubic hair&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this story with Alfred and Joshep fighting for Qasyaff&lt;strike&gt;'s thing&lt;/strike&gt;. Here's hoping that the one who treats it better wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I soo was not feeling that creativity thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go do my homework while I pour my eyes out now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115157988215080230?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115157988215080230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115157988215080230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115157988215080230' title='I see a red door, and I want it painted black.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j20/bakaflies/F2A/th_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115142073209064526</id><published>2006-06-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:15:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me mum and dad, does the music make you sad?</title><content type='html'>I feel so sick. I feel like throwing up. I have this urge to stick my finger down my throat. Well, I did that before I hibernated. But, nothing came out cause suprisingly, my tummy was empty. Yeah well, I do think that I'll end up with nothing if I stick a finger down my throat now since my tummy's pretty empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did hibernate. I came back, ate, watched a teensy bit of TV and crashed. I've been so tired, I've suffered and went through pain today. Oh damnn, it sucked. I wanted to go back, but neither of our chauffeurs were available. So, I ended up in school, suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I stayed back. Why? Cause apparently, the school's ICT Lab's printer was jammed and we &lt;strong&gt;had &lt;/strong&gt;to get the Prefect's gathering's invitations out by THURSDAY. So, we planned for a meet up after school, and I stayed back and stayed in school longer despite the fact that hours before, I wanted to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened. Or, maybe I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Yes. We changed our seating arrangements. I'm sitting infront of Malcolm. It has only been two days and he has annoyed the heck out of me. He taps my back, asking for a pen, then, pokes me for no reason. *Gives Malcolm a slap*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IU Day's this Saturday = I HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiney brought that stupid horny convo that us 2A kids had last night to school today. She did that after begging me to print it. But, I said no. And her printer decided to work this morning. &gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's something you &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; wanna read. For it contains... It's just 18SX OKAY?! And, it's highly flammable, highly contagious and hazardous. It is &lt;strong&gt;worst &lt;/strong&gt;than Nitrogen Oxide, which pollutes the air, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyean decided to annouce to the world that Mou Chuan wanted to &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; with Samantha. And, apparently, we ended up talking about how small Mou's dick was, and Malcolm's too. Then, we went into this theory that there will be some bedroom action after the so called &lt;em&gt;walk &lt;/em&gt;and then we talked about condoms. Then Jiney and Kyean decided to talk about boobies. And that's where we found out that Kyean looks up to Pamela Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That convo was worth 11 effin pages. On both sides. That means it's 22 pages worth.&lt;br /&gt;LikeWOAH. I wonder whose it with now since it was being passed around class, yes, &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/strong&gt;wanted to read it, so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115142073209064526?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115142073209064526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115142073209064526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115142073209064526' title='Forgive me mum and dad, does the music make you sad?'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115116802923593980</id><published>2006-06-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:55:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're called anti - socials.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling like talking to no one but my family members. Why? I don't know. I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've done nothing but make icons all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I love art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115116802923593980?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115116802923593980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115116802923593980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115116802923593980' title='we&apos;re called anti - socials.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115105336422180358</id><published>2006-06-23T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:37:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's falling apart, right in front of you.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well.. it happened. Some of you might know what had happened to me last Thursday. Something that I spent time crying about, over and over again. Indeed, it was upsetting, and it will be something that I will&lt;strong&gt; never&lt;/strong&gt; forget. I mean, something like that could have landed me the on the front cover of tomorrow's newpaper, and you hear of it oh, so often on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention what it was that happened. What it was that made both my parents meet my school teachers. What was it that someone did to me. What made me cry. What was it that shocked people. Urh.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cried and cried after that happened. But, I'm thankful to have such classmates to cheer me up. I never expected the people who cheered me up to do so. Or, even bothered to. People like Qasyaff and Joshep. I mean, I expected Qasyaff, especially to make fun of me and all. And Joshep to just not care, at all. But, instead, Joshep made me laugh and Qasyaff came up to me just to cheer me up. *is touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kim, I ohsoooo wanted to tell him off and stuff. But, if I did, he would have been too scared and forced himself to crawl back to his mommy's womb. Well, he'd be pleading to crawl back and never see earth again. Honestly, I was just waiting for myself to open my mouth and tell him what I thought. And trust me, if I had, he's just stand there and it'll take him two lifetimes to figure what I said, since he's lacking some brain.. and by the looks of him and just how he speaks, he's lacking knowledge. So, he'd get even more pissed that a Form 2 girl's vocab/English is larger/better than a him. Now, wouldn't that upset him? So, since I was trying to be nice, I had not followed my bitchier self and pwn him, but instead, let him be. Let him be his immatured self and let him do what he did. Cause, believe it or not, I think I was at a weak point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to where I was.. I'm abit upset. I need to work harder since PMR is next year. Other than that, I would like to maintain where I am. Because, it might effect my PMR results next year. So, yeah, I have been thinking ALOT about PMR.. and how suprisingly close it is. I have to work harder because.. I just have to. I have to score atleast 6A's. And, I know I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115105336422180358?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115105336422180358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115105336422180358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115105336422180358' title='It&apos;s falling apart, right in front of you.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115061723187782070</id><published>2006-06-18T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:54:59.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got your gun to my head.</title><content type='html'>This is just weird. So, yesterday, Mom and I went to JJ, since it has been a loonggg time since we've gotten our groceries. You know they like to do promos and all that? So, there was this lady, she came up to us and started talking in Chinese. And I gave the 'huuurhhh?' stare. She thought I was Chinese? The last time someone thought I was something other than a Malay was last year, and it was Sachie, and Adele. I wanted to slap both of them right then and there. Thing is, it's a sin for someone to think that you're not Malay, and if you're not Malay, you're no Muslim then, which is a sin. Anypoo, both of them were suprised to find me a Malay cause they fucking thought I was a fucking Caucasian. Wasn't that the same thing that happened in my SK Desa Pandan school? Damnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember something else happened, quite similiar to that.. but, I can't remember what it is. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I remember. People think I'm an emo. HELLO. LITTLE VERY CHEERFUL GIRL HERE. NO EMONESS. Dickson calls me Emo. Despite the fact that I keep on saying stuff. That little muchkin. Our NIE's still not done. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SACHIE!! THE PAPER?! BRING TOMORROW OR &lt;strike&gt;MISS LEE WILL CUT YOU&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;u&gt;DARREN WILL DUMP YOU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The other thing. Hannah thinks my music's too loud. So does my Dad. So, there I was, this morning, tuned to MTV, checking out this very new [nice] Black Eyed Peas song. Check it out here. Anyways, he came and said "Ahh.. SEE? This is what you call &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; music! Nothing like those loud music that you listen to!" I gave him a death stare. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I will not let old people tell me what to listen to! &lt;/span&gt;Since revenge is best served cold, I knew AFI was coming up next with Miss Murder [yes.. BYE AFI!] so, I tuned it up loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[plasma TV's sound + total loudness + screamo + rock = total radsome. &lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah also says I listen to loud music. And, I'm an emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared of my homework. I don't know which one to do first, actually. I think I have tons.  *deleted* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually rediscovering BEP. My fucking CD was fucking taken by a fucking fucktard. Damn 'em NST people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115061723187782070?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115061723187782070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115061723187782070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115061723187782070' title='you&apos;ve got your gun to my head.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115054513491031403</id><published>2006-06-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:52:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/4 of me.</title><content type='html'>I hate it. I hate it so much. I feel like a part of my has been duplicated. Wasn't I the one who did it first? Who decided to walk that particular path? And now, why is it that it's the same with her? I just hate it. Why is it &lt;strong&gt;us &lt;/strong&gt;and not &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;? I don't want it to be us. Cause, first off, it's not you. It's me. Next thing you know, we'll be wearing and living in the same house since I'm such a role model to her or whatever. I just hate it. Just STOP IT! Let me be alone! I'm just so upset and angry. It's like apart of me is gone. I don't get it why we must be the same thing. Why can't it be her and her only. Me and me only? &lt;strong&gt;Why us?!&lt;/strong&gt; I mean, us = you. And no me. Me is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115054513491031403?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115054513491031403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115054513491031403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115054513491031403' title='3/4 of me.'/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115019628333257893</id><published>2006-06-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:50:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gravity Prevails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a miracle. SRSLY. I didn't go online, at all. Not that it's bad. I'm just suprised at myself. The reason was that it was raining, and urm.. yeah. I was too afraid to switch on the computer. Other than that, I had my History exercise book to copy (IlostmyHistorybook and had to copy half a year's work. =[) it took up exactly two hours. Yerp. Two hours for half a year's work. Pretty rad.. I think. Besides that, I kept myself occupied with Angels &amp; Demons. I would be reading it now, but, I wanted to keep it safe to one side first cause I have another twenty chapters till its done. I don't wanna miss out on the excitment. Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca asked me something yesterday, randomly, when I was reading A&amp;amp;D. "Kist, you're really going through this arranged marrige thingy ah?". I hesistated for a moment to ask. Recalling what my grandma said just last Saturday night, it was pretty.. er.. confusing. My grandaunt had just mention that I've grown up so fast, and then, my grandma just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to go "Oh.. yes, why, maybe in four years time, you'll get married! Like  me! I was married at the age of 19!" and I was there, with my mouth open. I mean, HELLO. MODERN WORLD HERE!! choclateeffinpudding. (another word for mothereffinshit. Censorship board here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAUFIK, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU. I WOULD HAVE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU PERSPIRING. WHICH, BY THE WAY WAS JUST.. &lt;strong&gt;EW&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks to him, we marched under the hot sun. Taufik, your head = my saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if Click Five were to peform this month, I'd get myself a FREE PEFORMANCE by them. SRSLY. They peformed in Berjaya, for god's sake. And I know that because..&lt;br /&gt;THEREWASACLIKCFIVEVSPECIALONTVLASTNIGHT. OHMYGAWDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt; /teenie &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost chocked on my pasta + kuew teow. I rushed in faster than a cheetah and rang Crina. Zubz nor Hera answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG. Panic's new site = awesomeness. I don't know if I've mentioned this, but, I hearts classic. SRSLY. You might not see me as the type, but, mostly all of my first favorite movies were in black and white. =) Okay, the music is getting very annoying. Where the fu - oh. There's the button. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I hate Paula Mala Ali or whatever her name it? Well, I HATE HER! Despite the fact that my second cousin married her, I hate her. I'm not being sarcastic. I just hate her. She's just ew. With her fake British accent. SRSLY, she makes me wanna slap her in the face. I remember how she thinks she so grand and allthat. Hah. Shocked the hell outta her when she saw what we possesed. She's a fucking slut, with her boobies almost coming out of their shells. With that though, I'm not having my dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115019628333257893?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115019628333257893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115019628333257893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115019628333257893' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-115002519249494911</id><published>2006-06-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:24:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHYISSCHOOLSTARTINGMOTHERFUCKINGTOMORROW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed. And school hasn't even started yet. Oh damn it. I wanna blog about so many things. But, I don't know what they are. Oh damnnn. I wanna sit here and make my new layout tomorrow, instead of, urm, studying.. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so emo. It's sad to know that when I go to bed tonight, I'll be waking up at 6 am tomorrow. Instead of 3pm like I always do.. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. I don't know about what to blog now. I still have to pack my bags, get my uniforms ready, and read read read read Angels &amp;amp; Demons. It's called forcing yourself. Oh, and not forgetting, read Geography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's a bitch. It gave me a title thingy on my first blog on the same account, but not on this one.&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGER, YOUMOTHEREFFINBITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/9201/dsc002774hs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Are you ready?&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-115002519249494911?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115002519249494911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/115002519249494911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115002519249494911' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114985999109787804</id><published>2006-06-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:33:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because of you my liver turns to dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I wanna go off.. Heh. No mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;But, this is just.. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup rules for girls [doesn't apply to Kist]&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LIST OF RULES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. From 9 June to 9 July 2006, you should read the The Sun's sport pages so you are aware of what's going on regarding the World Cup and will be able to join in conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail to do this, you'll be looked at in a bad way or be&lt;br /&gt;totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. During the World Cup the television is mine at all times - without any exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't mind if you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game - as long as you do it crawling on the floor and without distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to stand naked in front of the TV, make sure you put clothes on right after because if you catch a cold, I won't have time to take you to the doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. During the games I will be blind, deaf and mute - unless I require a&lt;br /&gt;refill of my drink or something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are out of your mind if you expect me to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the baby that just fell from the second floor....it won't happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least two six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please, please, please if you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, its only a game" or "don't worry, they'll win next time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break-up or divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during half-time but only when the adverts are on, and only if the score is pleasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, please note I am saying "one" game, hence do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to "spend time together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The replays of the goals are very important. I don't care if I have seen them or I haven't seen them, I want to see them again. Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Tell your friends NOT to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:&lt;br /&gt;a) I will not go,&lt;br /&gt;b) I will not go, and&lt;br /&gt;c) I will not go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.But, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every night is just as&lt;br /&gt;important as the games themselves. Do not even think about saying "but you have already seen this...why don't you change the channel to something we can all watch?" The reply will be: "Refer to Rule #2 of this list".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. And finally, please save your expressions such as "Thank God the World Cup is only every 4 years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am immune to these words, because after this comes the Champions League, Italian League, Spanish League, Premier League, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men of the World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114985999109787804?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114985999109787804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114985999109787804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114985999109787804' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114969711985925559</id><published>2006-06-08T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:18:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's make it last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mood where I sit and smile. Thanking and appericiating everything around me. It's rare for this to happen, and I am happy when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was, suprisingly, more than fun since I took part in dancing and kept my grandma dancing for almost an hour straight. It's was not a normal dance where you are to dance however you want, but instead it was where you had to dance together with the music. It does sound.. normal doesn't it? Well, let me put it this way. You dance according to the song. I think that is slightly better. It was fun, actually. And I should have thought about dancing along five years ago, or when I was invited to these parties. It's really sad to say that it will be Nda Yah's last year. I guess you do regret these stuff, cause it's a once in a lifetime experience. But, I am happy to say that I did what I did. I mean, how many people can say that they danced with &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;at such a young age? Moving on, both of them were sweet. It was just, so cute. Really shows how truly a cute couple they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day in Times Square. We went off to the cinema for Over the Hedge, and Mom decided to shop after we picked her up. I ended up buying a new pair of jeans. It's wonderful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out to know that the second term is starting, not because school starts, but, I am one step closer to PMR. When the final term ends, I guess that's when the pressure starts building up inside of me. But, I swear to myself for atleast.. however, 4A's. But, I know I can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Paramore's songs are just so.. wonderful and positive (not that it was never) . Another reason why I love them. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very productive and creative. That means one thing:&lt;br /&gt;Graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyho, toodles, love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114969711985925559?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114969711985925559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114969711985925559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114969711985925559' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114958939445704760</id><published>2006-06-06T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:25:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I'm just too much for you, wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you had taken time to listen to a Pussycat Doll's song's lyric, you'd know that they would talk about sex. If it wasn't for music, I would actually think that they'd be promoting sex. Take Buttons for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)&lt;/em&gt; [take my clothes off.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you keep frontin' (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' what you gon' do to me (uh huh) &lt;/em&gt;[how are you gonna fuck me?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I ain't seen nothin' (ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And that's just the chorus. But, err.. it's not like, I listen to them.. or, have their album. Pfft.. Eh, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Nda Yah's birthday today. Well, I don't actually know when it is, but there will be a Birthday Dinner tonight in Melawati Place, and you guessed it, I'm going. Nothing but two hours of Poco-poco and dances that seems the same thing. Nyeh. Atleast it's proof of my life. Yes, unlike you.. the one who's reading. Anypoo. It's her last her anyways, it's gonna be Terengganu next, then Kelantan. *doomed*. RPK's so gonna rule over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VITO is here. Wheeeeeee. Bloody hell, it's massive. It's a 12 seater? Nay. I don't know. Didn't bother checking it out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, I'll be off getting ready and I'll be watching Southpark. PS - Kyle's mom's a bitch. *sings Uncle Fucker*.. I love seeing Saddam Hussein hit on Satan. LMFAO. It's like, classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114958939445704760?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114958939445704760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114958939445704760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114958939445704760' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114952847933851329</id><published>2006-06-06T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:47:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:CENTURYGOTHIC;font-size:180%;"&gt;There goes my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a little late, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/1759/image262gz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anypoo, I think I'm feeling slightly better. But, I actually liked it when I was sick, for some odd reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Like my new layout?? I like it. I think it's a teensy bit elegant. Eh? Took me a day. Proud of that. Please comment my layout. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114952847933851329?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114952847933851329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114952847933851329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114952847933851329' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114942678954628654</id><published>2006-06-04T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:16:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember that crazy picture I was talking about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="391" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/8933/mentalhospital9zt.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked about Jeff being rushed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. I heart Jeffers!!! Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I know. Soooo teenie eh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114942678954628654?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114942678954628654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114942678954628654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114942678954628654' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114942147946465948</id><published>2006-06-04T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:46:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That ain't no fear when your panties getting wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I hate this so much. I'd actually appericiate it if there is school tomorrow. But, the sad thing is that it only comes during the holidays. Pretty fucked up I suppose.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sneezing. I have a runny nose and my body tempreature has gone up and down like nobody's buisness. What the hell? Chyeah. I don't know. Just got up from a nap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Alexis and I wasn't feeling that well, sneezing all the time and thank god, had a tissue with me. And, as we were there, I felt really cold. As we were eating desert, Nenda said that I had a slight fever. We walked around Great Easter, and then, ta-da! I had a fever. Half an hour later, I was sweating, and it was somewhat a good sign, for that means I was no longer Ms. Theonewiththefever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.. my throattt.. Not only that, but, I'm sinis.. and that means that praticaly my whole body's gonna hurt, especially my ears and throat. It gets infected and then.. nyeh.. let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fucks, and the best part is, well, there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114942147946465948?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114942147946465948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114942147946465948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114942147946465948' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114933658164351164</id><published>2006-06-03T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:25:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How ever far away;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever words I've said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm.. this saddens me because I believe I've lost that particular picture of our dearly-beloved-my-ass Kim. Yes, in case you're wondering, it's a picture of Kim, okay, maybe pictureS of Kim.. urm.. and they are.. very XXX rated. And they include people getting on each other. And, incase you're wondering again, Kim is a sex hungry one of a kind emo wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh. I can't stop listening to Love Song. I have all the four versions and can't stop listening. It's just so wonderful, and I love it likewoah. It's not only the words, but the melody and how the song goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I went to Times Square today, and suprisingly, there were tons of people there. Nyeh. And the only reason why I was there because Mama and Papa Elin were coming down to KL and it was like Mama's job to make them comfortable considering the fact that we're family. Fast foward, I had to wait for two fucking hours for them. Heh. No suprise. I mean, two hours even though they got them special.. urm.. people? Nyeh, again, no suprise since it happens oh-so-often, not to mention always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed in Time Square were those My Chemical Romance Helena wannabe. No joke, man. There were like a whole army of them. I saw the 'army' when we were waiting for Mama &amp; Papa Elin in the lobby of the Berjaya Hotel. It was creepy. And while I was walking around, I saw these three kids wearing long-sleeved black shirt and one of them was holding a red rose. Like, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a fucking funeral you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Mamat's and Minah's are trying to be all goth and emo and MCRish. It was totally creepy. And what made them even more creepier was the fact that they were already dark, and they were wearing darker clothes, which made it soo creepy, I had to hold on tight to Dicky-san, who, apparently was also scared as we followed Mom around Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYHOLYCHOCOLATEFUDGE. There are THREE Starbucks in Times Square. One at the Main Enterance. One on the Third Floor, amongst the many restaurants, and one in Borders, which I passed and drooled over.&lt;br /&gt;I told Mama that if she ever wants to keep me in Times Square during her work hours, I'll be more than glad to be in Borders, in Starbucks, reading a book. Holy fuck man, I can stay there all fucking day. It was like heaven just seeing the fact that it takes two floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that Brit guy from Cherating was hot. And, I mean hot. He was like a Chris Evans lookalike and I totally miss seeing him topless in general. No kidding man, he was damn hot. I was always glancing towards him. *drools* Yummyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we went to Berjaya Hotel early because we had to see the Penthouse that Mama &amp;amp; Papa Elin were staying it whilst in KL. There were two penthouses. One was "Royal Suite" which they were staying in, and the other was an "Ambassador Suite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when I went into the Royal Suite, I felt like I was in England with it's beautiful elegant designs and stuff. It was PURTYYYY. But, somehow, I prefered the Ambassador Suite since it's very modern and it was very spacious. But, the rooms of the Royal Suite were nice. Especially that particular green coloured one. Ahhhh.. long story cut short (not that this is a short story/entry): Both were very nice and I'd be more happy to occupy those beautiful rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. Dicky-san wants to use the computer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114933658164351164?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114933658164351164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114933658164351164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114933658164351164' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114916918597029354</id><published>2006-06-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:34:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Saint Jimmy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Cherating, and I'm in no mood for.. blogging.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm in mood for SURVERYS!!&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I once did this same survey on myspace, and found it on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PREPPY]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spend a half hour doing your hair?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go tanning in summer?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Watch The OC/Laguna Beach? &lt;em&gt;- It's a frickin' guilty pleasure. Besides, I don't watch them anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Own something designer? &lt;em&gt;- *mumbles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Go to the mall?&lt;em&gt; - Like, who doesn't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Like Paris Hilton? - &lt;em&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Take ur cellphone everywhere &lt;em&gt;- You gotta live with it... Okay, maybe not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own an ipod/MP3 player? &lt;em&gt;- Too addicted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love Starbucks? &lt;em&gt;- DAILY, baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love flip flops? &lt;em&gt;Ahe.. he. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GOTH]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Black = fave color?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever thought about death?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear chains?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like heavy metal?&lt;br /&gt;[] Love Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear black lipstick?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your hair is dark? &lt;em&gt;- Dude, it's natural. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dislike preps?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Atheist&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have/want piercings in unusual places?&lt;br /&gt;(eyebrow, nose, lip, tongue, ect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PUNK/SKATERBOARDER]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skateboard? &lt;em&gt;- Me like.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear plaid?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love converse? &lt;em&gt;- My feet simple loves Converse, yo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Think you're different?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hate MTV&lt;br /&gt;[x] like to mosh? &lt;em&gt;- I WANNA BE IN A MOSH PIT!! And, damn.. I missed the chance. Fine, I was too scared. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Blue, purple,red, green hair?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love skater boys/girls?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hate the color pink?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hate rich kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NERD PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT HIS/HER&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love computers? &lt;em&gt;- Like, duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Like Star Trek?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wear glasses? - &lt;em&gt;SO WHAT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Get straight A's? &lt;em&gt;- I want too, soooooooo badly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love reading? &lt;em&gt;- MUST. FINISH. READING. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have a curfue for staying out at night?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Always do your homework?&lt;em&gt; - It's my head if I don't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Never cut school? &lt;em&gt;- It's called discipline.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EMO]&lt;br /&gt;[x] are you sad? &lt;em&gt;- I guess so? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have black rimmed glasses?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Like Thursday? &lt;em&gt;- I'm scared of Thursdays. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Comb your hair in front of your face? &lt;em&gt;- Aha. No. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cry easily?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black hair with bright highlights? &lt;em&gt;- I want too.. :[&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hate being called emo? &lt;em&gt;- .. no comment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] keep a journal/diary? &lt;em&gt;- Aha. What's this? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ever wrote your own sad poem? &lt;em&gt;- LAME - O.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a sad layout on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GHETTO/GANGSTA]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Like rap? -&lt;em&gt; You gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[ ] Tag? &lt;em&gt;- WHA?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Say "nigga"?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear rubberbands in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Swear a lot? &lt;em&gt;- Trying to cut down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ever had a freestyling contest&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ever said "fo shizzle"? &lt;em&gt;- Fo shizzle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been called a playa?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wear converse with the tongue flipped out? &lt;em&gt;- wtf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SCENE/HARDCORE]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear a bandanna?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love ninja turtles ?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Never walk anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear slip on Vans?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Love Norma Jean?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Band Tees ?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love to 'hardcore' dance?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your hair has been dyed in more than one&lt;br /&gt;color?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Long/skate board?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Will kill if called emo or satanist/goth? &lt;em&gt;- Like, ew. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total x's= 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PREPPY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go and laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114916918597029354?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114916918597029354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114916918597029354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114916918597029354' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114887858187855252</id><published>2006-05-29T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:56:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a scumbag, don't you&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; know&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tag SlutsThe rules: Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with six weird facts/things/habits about yourself.  In the end, you need to pick six people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think having a best friend is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think having a boyfriend's silly and for those who are desperate and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish to have a close gay buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't study without music/my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't study English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Despite the fact that it's my main language, and possibly the subject I'm suppose to be best at, I suck badly in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anypoo, those who get tagged are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLYN.&lt;br /&gt;SACHIE.&lt;br /&gt;SHEILA.&lt;br /&gt;ADELINE.&lt;br /&gt;YORSHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114887858187855252?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114887858187855252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114887858187855252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114887858187855252' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114883110470071002</id><published>2006-05-28T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:52:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kill her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kill her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kill her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill her off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwakakakakakka. Friday was fun. It was awkward for &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, Friday was fun. It was teacher's day, and food, music, and electronics were present alongside the students. Oh, my iPod was invited to school too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, morning, it was and I had been running around the 4th floor corridor, doing.. nothing with my iPod. Travelling from 2A and 2D, doing what? I honestly am not sure. But what I'm sure of is that I had fun in my class, and I think I brought Carinna over to my class too. Or did I not? Anyways, I was having fun in class, and Mun Yee came in, asking us to go down. But, neh.. neither of us bothered to, especially the boys. Dickson' laptop was too nifty to be left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when Ken Hing and Joe Zer appeared did I freak out. God Damn It, they were wearing their blazers. And they were on duty. Other than that, &lt;strong&gt;our class was the only one occupied on the fourth floor. &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, everyone else had gone down for that "special" assembly that particular day and left us 2A students in class, undisturbed. Okay, fine. We refused to go down. And I thank god that Carmen was not on the fourth floor, for I was somewhat misbehaving and that would have turned her into a witch that will be eating my guts out with her scary stare. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assembly was okay. But, of course, I was waiting for the best part:&lt;br /&gt;Teachers peforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.. fine, sorta boring. With the speeches and all. But, not at all when the teachers sang the 'teachers song', or whatever it was and Mr. Rama pretty much got the mic and made everyone laugh. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? That was nothing. When Pn. Kasmoni and Cik Halimahtun came on stage as Indian Chicks with the hit Indian song, Mr. Rama and Ramesh (who were hiding behind a plant, I later on found out.) as their companion. And so, they boogeyed the night away with dances. It pretty much got boring after that.. until.. Until Ms. Lee appeared, acting as the one who took them boys away and then the show ended, with a blast and tons of us were left laughing. That was seriously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what beat that was the musical chair and the wonderful magic 8 ball.&lt;br /&gt;All of us were to be downstairs for the telematch after the assembly was held.&lt;br /&gt;And while were were waiting, someone had brought their magic 8 ball and it so happened that my "peeps" were, somewhat controlling it. Yerp.. and I think Iman held it and he asked stupid questions like "Am I still a virgin?" "Is my sister still a virgin", etc. Them people's questions were pretty much like that, with an exception for Raja. His questions were "Will me and Cassandra kiss?" "Will me and Cassandra lose out virginity together", so forth. I pity Cass, that guy has a thing for her, and she'll &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; escape. Tee hee, just kidding Cass. What were better questions were from Dickson and Jen Sern. "Are Raja and Wee Yang homosexuals?".. yerp. Those were the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the telematch began and it was tug-o-war. I wanted to join. Too bad there were rules that I had not fulfilled. The teachers, of course, ended up beating the students, 2 - 0. God Damn it, it was predictible, was it not?! Chyeah.. the teachers were unfair! Mrs. Andrews were pratically shouting "PEOPLE NO MORE THAN 60KG!" "CANNOT BE TERROR IN THIS TUG-O-WAR!"... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was fun was the musical chair. Zul, Audrey, Mimi and some others joined it, alongside Mr. Loi, Pn. Norma and a few other teachers. I believe they were Mr. Rama, Mr. Ramesh and Pn. Nazli. Anyways, It later came down to Mr. Loi and a Queen Cheerleader (Our school has two cheerleading sqauds: the Malays &amp; the Chinese) Suprisingly, Zul lost.. Booo. But, what was sure not a suprise was that Mr. Loi won and made the crowd uber happy like they were all given 100% for Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the telematch. It was PARTY TIME, BABY! WHOOT! I don't know how, but Pn. Teoh suddenly said "Okay, blow Qistina's cake, now ah." and I ran out of the class, looking and dragging all my buddies who were not in 2A. Kim, Carinna, Cass, Audrey, Zubin, Iman (my ghey friend. LOL.) and tons of others. It was really nice. And I had my favortie teacher alongside me; Ms. Lee. I think it was a nice birthday cake blowout thingy ceremony for this year. Even though I promised a paintball party last year. My friends, that will be next year since my birtnday will be on a Saturday next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was pretty much a blur. I guess it was just me running around, giving out my cake and asking the teachers to come to my class and loud music blasting through Jia Jiin's radio player in 2A whilst 2G was so quiet. What I can recall is when Carinna had the urge to take the icing and put it on my face, making Debra non icing free too, since she was asked to come for my cake (and she came 0.01 seconds late too, with Selena) It was pretty rad. Long story cut short, both of us ended up with cake on our faces, only I had chocolate cake on me since Chitra wanted revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was.. XXX in front of Pn. Teoh. LMAO. Carinna came to my class and both of us witnessed pre-sex. It was between Qasyaff and some other guys, whom I believe were Mou Chuan and Joshep. I have pictures, but, please close your eyes, for I think these.. er.. "postions" may be unsuitable for some. Okay, okay, fine. They were playing Twister and ended up in these positions. And, as usual, Qasyaff, being himself, over exgageratted and urh.. came up with "stuff". Normal. Oh, we later then packed and out class ended up with extra extra EXTRA food, and it smelled like vomit. Not to mention me too, thanks Crina. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was sad was the fact that it was Zul's last day. He's moving to some other school for some reason and left tons of 2E girls crying. But, he did tell me something funny that happened during his class party (since we were waiting for out parents to go home), which was supposedly, "the bomb". Anyways. EN. WAN DANCED!! Wait. I actually saw him dance during the Dance Mania. It's just weird man. A history teacher, d.a.n.c.i.n.g. Bahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my birthday's the same as Gwen and Gavin's baby. Raddd.&lt;br /&gt;Anypoo, this might be the longest update, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114883110470071002?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114883110470071002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114883110470071002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114883110470071002' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114855452642522217</id><published>2006-05-25T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:56:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be hurt, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel lost,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be left out in the dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy macoroni. Look what us 2A decided on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To My Life for Teacher's Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm like more than happy for that. Is it not my uber favorite song? And to be singing it on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;That's like.. woah. &lt;strong&gt;I love it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is;&lt;br /&gt;1. I gather all my friends to sing it with me. On my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. They're doing it &lt;strong&gt;because it's my birthday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Kim. Get more people, won't ya?&lt;br /&gt;P. S. - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, Crina.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me this awesome card that I swear is gonna be my layout.. soon! I LOVE IT. AND I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she also bought me a Roxy bag. Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, Syahira.&lt;br /&gt;she sent me a card, and I'm so happy just to recieve it since we were in the same school two years ago and all.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel uber guilty too.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I love you likewoah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114855452642522217?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114855452642522217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114855452642522217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114855452642522217' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114847989584764020</id><published>2006-05-24T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:37:25.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what MTV caught up with on MTV2.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing. Almost what's on my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;Snap. It's tough to see your favorite bands on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;*Release the teenies*&lt;br /&gt;R. I. P Angels &amp; Airwaves and Panic! and tons more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle how people know of a band/song 5 secs after they are on MTV, TV or/and radio.&lt;br /&gt;And they can't shut up about them.&lt;br /&gt;And they go all 'OMG!' and 'I WANNA HAVE THEIR BABIES!!11eoneone!!'&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marks are so far.. satisfying. I have only.. no A's.&lt;br /&gt;Me = Dead.&lt;br /&gt;But, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fail.&lt;br /&gt;for Math, especially.&lt;br /&gt;and the Best Part:&lt;br /&gt;It's 76%, B.&lt;br /&gt;C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachie told me something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darren cheated on her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday they were going all 'Darling' and 'Honey' on each other. &lt;strong&gt;No kidding&lt;/strong&gt;. She said she'd probably go for Dickson and/or Wee Yang next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;/365.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, bitches. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xx {BRIGHTER - PARAMORE} xx&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/28481118-114847989584764020?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114847989584764020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114847989584764020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114847989584764020' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114838227979311991</id><published>2006-05-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:17:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; chat I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA)))says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hello Kist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hello Hera. Like my DP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Beg your pardon but what is a ''DP''?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Whats your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Do you go to the same school as Hera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am in &lt;em&gt;St. John's&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (1)&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My name is &lt;em&gt;Kistrina Aghulehray&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (2)&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;19&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (3)&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I am in the&lt;em&gt; same school&lt;/em&gt; (4)as Hera. I'm her &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. (5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But I am Hera's boyfriend, ma'am do you happen to know if she's cheating on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Go figure, I'm a &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (6)&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No wonder i pondered upon the fact that your name sounded feminine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hera's orientation is a private matter. And only a few people know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Not even her parents know a single thing about it, what more her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You sound like that other girl ''Carinna Stephens''. *laugh out loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;She's my ex. She's a bi, apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm a bi, but I like to go for lesbians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;SHUT UP kist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ur like so sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No, I'm just smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so you knew it was really me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kist [ ♥ Paintshop ] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sorry if your level of intelligence is waaay below mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((HERA))) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hahaha carinna fell for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;St. John's&lt;/em&gt; an ALL BOYS SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Kistrina Aghulehray&lt;/em&gt; sounds so.. Phillipinnes.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;19.&lt;/em&gt; And I am in the same school as Hera? Secondary's only up to 17.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;same school&lt;/em&gt; at the age of 19 when the last year of Secondary school is when you're 17?&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;I am her boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. My name's girly.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;I am a girl&lt;/em&gt;. I just said I'm her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't last for 5 minutes and she gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahhaahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwned, Hera.. PWNED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114838227979311991?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114838227979311991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114838227979311991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114838227979311991' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114838011431131527</id><published>2006-05-23T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:57:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun. We went for Art, and lucky us, or rather, me. I was asked to help Mrs. N with the decorations for Teacher's Day, this Friday. And I did, just because I was too lazy for art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rad, alright. We ended up skipping CCA, which was after Art, as we needed to finish them by today and get it all on the board tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;I'm skipping Mandarin tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;, YaY! Anyways, we got our permission slips and spent the whole CCA period (It's a whole 80 minutes) doing.. nothing. And we finished earlier and &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have gone down. But, we didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. N is nice. Like, really nice. She lets us do anything. We were even listening to our MP3 players and playing with our phones when she's around, as we do our work and she said nothing. We got uber bored later on, and these kids (Jiy Ni, Sue Lyn, Jia Jiin &amp; Rebecca) found the Mission Impossible theme in my phone and decided to play with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is where &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; videos come in.&lt;br /&gt;Title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="10"&gt;Smart People gone &lt;B&gt;WRONG&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starring Jiy Ni, Jia Jiin, Andrea and Sue Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="175" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MEZCHDUEWA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MEZCHDUEWA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="175" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNz71Yrm4so"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNz71Yrm4so" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="175" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hiOM_ssBGfk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hiOM_ssBGfk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one is.. I don't know what it is. Honestly. I was just asked to record it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I did. &lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;font size="10"&gt;What happens when the aslyum's on holiday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starring: Jiy Ni, Jia Jiin, Andrea &amp; Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="175" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yw73miQFOO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yw73miQFOO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="225" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; questions wrong for my Sejarah. Was &lt;strong&gt;uber&lt;/strong&gt; depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Target was 2.&lt;br /&gt;Target = 58/60&lt;br /&gt;What I got = 55/60&lt;br /&gt;Second highest. Or fourth.. since Jiy Ni, Alvin &amp; Malcolm got 57, and the highest.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;.. atleast I did my lisan, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninda picked me up today and she told me that my Uncle Ridz's friend got hit in Zouk, last Friday night. And my uncle saved him? Since my uncle punched that whatever Mafia guy just as he punched my uncle's Mac (yo, thats that guy who got hit's name) with a glass bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAY!? SAY WHAT?! HE'S ACTUALLY ABLE TO PUNCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a bachelor and I've been suspicious about his orientation. &lt;br /&gt;Damn, I thought he was gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;hoped&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; wished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad our family has this thing with keeping it quiet, cause once you tell, the whole of Kelantan and KL would know about it. News speards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny we only got to know of that incident, today. After Uncle Richard (Carinna's dad) called my dad and told my granddad who told my grandma, who told the whole of Kelantan &amp; KL. Amazing, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's gonna be fun. A whole lot of scolding by my granddad. Damn. He's gonna scold my uncle till he pee's. Fun I tell you, fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114838011431131527?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114838011431131527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114838011431131527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114838011431131527' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114830861586389041</id><published>2006-05-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:36:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor; Arctic Monkeys. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather suprise with the marks that I've obtained. So far, these marks are keeping me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English (Objective) - 36/40&lt;br /&gt;Math (Objective) - 34/40&lt;br /&gt;Science (Subjective) - 49/60&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa (Objective) - 25/40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said that we'll be getting the rest for English on Wednesday, and the others, hopefully, tomorrow. I'm rather suprised with my Science. For, I have never gotten such high marks. I happen to hate Science, and have always not scored for Science. For a moment today, I was the highest. Yay. But, Malcolm &amp;amp; Ya Yen had to be smarter and scored a 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to improve my Bahasa, badly. Hence, my plan to finish two Bahasa books during this two weeks holidays. Hopefully, I'll finish the Undomestic Goddess too! It's an awesome book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy and you can stop reading right after this dot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114830861586389041?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114830861586389041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114830861586389041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830861586389041' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28481118.post-114820945738018002</id><published>2006-05-21T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:57:27.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is awesome. I'm here, on the net.. with the mid-terms apart of the history of my life. That is just great. I never thought this day would come. But, thank goodness, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was spent with Carinna. We went for Grease, and it was nice. Funny, nice and 50's. I loved it. I like going to these theathres and watch these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in Ninda's house today, and it was really fun to have your relatives sleep in the same house, even for a night, even if they're your grand's sister and friends. And, I found this new love of mine; to wake up early, and I did that. I woke up about 9am and next thing I know, I'm ordering food from McDonalds. But, before that, my iPod's earphone.. well, the left side, was.. unfortunately, not working. And hours later, I sent my granddad on an adventure to get me my new headphones since I only had my 'home clothes' with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before sending him off, we had breakfast, and it was really fun. It was fun to have more than three or four people eating and telling stories, what was even more fun was when everyone else came for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara's heading off to London since the midyear holidays are coming. Around this time last year, was I not suppose to be heading off to London too? Weird, isn't it? Just.. almost a year's gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Saturday afternoon with my friends, and suprisingly, two of them. Individually. What was thought to be a Da Vinci Code movie day, turned out to be a Mission Impossible III movie with Rebecca. It's a shame that she did not dare to take a risk whilst buying the tickets with someone, who (I believe) was somehow the manager of that particular cineplex. Apparently, the time for Da Vinci and MI:II were the same; 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even more of a shame when both of us had not voiced out our thoughts about sneaking out and going into the theather with Da Vinci playing. I really hope to watch that movie soon, or I'll be dying of depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies fast, for it's not almost my computer's bedtime. 10pm's just 6 minutes away and my bags are not yet packed and prepared for tomorrow. Now, that is trouble. Bringing all the books back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28481118-114820945738018002?l=heinouslaudable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114820945738018002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28481118/posts/default/114820945738018002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heinouslaudable.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114820945738018002' title=''/><author><name>Kist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862379185752187232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
