tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86362505428401208852024-03-13T11:43:04.751+08:00Hidden Wounds ~ Internal GashesYuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-83470813446340614872010-01-27T20:25:00.004+08:002010-01-27T21:53:44.134+08:00It started like this.<br /><br /><br />Two simple life forms carried back in a cardboard box.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/S2BDU7Vto4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/he4ZTKCQqe0/s1600-h/9224_323811185640_548400640_9300397_3337315_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/S2BDU7Vto4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/he4ZTKCQqe0/s400/9224_323811185640_548400640_9300397_3337315_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431415177414026114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All they expected was love. To be taken care of. And in return you get the most valuable thing on earth - unconditional love.<br /><br /><br />I remember feeding them, sometimes even in the middle of the night. I remember giving them baths and how troublesome i thought it was. I remember trying to suppress my worry whenever they wailed and i was trying to sleep. I remember how they scratched me, leaving scars. I remember spanking them, hugging them, regretting over ever neglecting them. Yet in the end, the love in their shining eyes never changed.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And today, they're up to my knee.<br /></div><br /><br />TT got hurt today. She's limping now. She still barrels into me. She still smiles like everything's okay. I hugged her. I never wanted to let go.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How could you, stand there and argue?<br />How could you, only comment on how im getting my clothes dirty?<br />And how could <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>, say that it should be death.<br />Why is there only anger, condemnation?<br />Where is the worry.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck you.</span><br /></div><br /><br />It's not her fault, for sleeping under the car.<br />It's not his fault, for bringing them home.<br />Is it my fault, for not being there?<br />Then tell me whose fault it is, that my eyes are red-rimmed now?YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-72338020427868389402010-01-26T22:35:00.004+08:002010-01-26T23:17:21.507+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">La di daaa</span>.<br /><br /><br />Life is starting to fall in place now. It's finally starting to feel like im going forward, going <span style="font-style: italic;">somewhere</span>. I have people i like enough, i have a reason to be there and it's tranquil. I guess i miss all the insane ridiculous drama of high school but after almost 2 years of craziness, i guess it's time for a break. Don't get me wrong, i still miss you guys. Love you all more than ever.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You don't know whatcha got until it's gone eh?</span><br /></div><br /><br />Complications in life give it it's meaning. It's what makes life interesting, no? But why do i feel like punching, decapitating, burning and generally destroying to the best of my ability the object of my frustrations right now? It's so infuriating!<br /><br /><blockquote><br />I see you. I hate you.<br />Every word, every gesture it drives me mad.<br />For no reason. Except that you exist.<br />Behind the screen, it's like the image of you dissolves<br />And we're fine.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Opposites.</span><br />The current bane of my existence.<br />It's playful one minute, hatred the next, fake politeness after<br />And we're back to square one.<br />Who ever thought two polar opposites could exist in one vessel?<br />One look and it's forgotten.<br /></blockquote><br /><br />Those who understand should just keep their mouths shut. Like forever =)YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-53446229976568291152009-12-24T21:33:00.002+08:002009-12-24T21:56:02.597+08:00In Two Hours...Let's see. I've been too bored/lazy/uncaring to even blog lately. I've had inspiration hit me on and off but as my mom tells me time and time again, i am so inconsistent with everything i attempt to do (i can't find the right word actually so inconsistent shall do for now). Frankly, i agree but i don't care, it'll probably be my demise and obstacle to achieve success and all that but you can't miss what you don't have right? (Im being stupid and hard-headed but it's that's my mood and you're reading my blog.)<br /><br /><blockquote><br />According to Wikipedia, "Children with much older siblings (generally ten or more years) may also have a similar family environment to only children." and "In Western culture, only children are often subject to a stereotype that equates them with spoiled brats." Those two sentences just about sums up my life.</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br /><br />See how cynical im feeling right now? Yes im feeling irritated and angry and all that jazz so that's why im blogging. That's why i <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> blog. To let out my feelings...be it irritation, hurt, anger, happiness, relief etc etc. It's usually a combination of two or more and without the absence of hurt. The stupid mindless emotion i control every day but it still manages to eat at my insides.<br /><br /><br />The above (quoted stuff?) were supposed to be my status update at FB. But guess what? I've got some compassion left somewhere to not to ruin everybody else's Christmas Eve. That, and im a coward. I don't want my brothers seeing that.<br /><br /><br />I've had a bad day. Guess what, bad days are always my constant companion during the holidays. No normal relaxing fun-filled holidays for me. Uh uh. And today, is <u>officially</u> the <span style="font-weight: bold;">worst</span> ever possible<span style="font-style: italic;"> day-before-birthday</span> day. If that makes any sense.<br /><br /><br />I got in a fight with my mom. We get in fights day in and day out but <span style="font-weight: bold;">hell</span>, tomorrow is my <span style="font-style: italic;">birthday</span>. I KNEW it would be the worst birthday ever in my whole (almost) 17 years of life on this demented earth. But<span style="font-weight: bold;"> great</span>, here i am on a partially working laptop, in my room, at 10pm, having not eaten since 10am and no water left in my water bottle. <span style="font-style: italic;">And here i thought tomorrow's party full of old people would be the worst of my problems.</span><br /><br /><br />A whole party full of people i don't care about ( and who aren't even here<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> for</span> me), chattering bout old people stuff, with food i eat every day and rather dislike - whoopee. Enough of my ranting, might rant somemore after the dreaded party.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Guess what i need now.<br />A bowl of Maggie.<br />Wish me luck =/<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-20665640003874780582009-12-05T22:47:00.005+08:002009-12-06T00:18:12.840+08:00LOL.<div style="text-align: center;">Do you know how long i haven't blogged?<br /><br /><br />I don't either!<br />Actually i was like, deciding to abandon my blog for all eternity since i don't think my rants are amusing or entertaining, in the least.<br />BUT. Mandy (:D!) made me remember it.<br />Then i remembered how much fun i had just typing random stuff, which seemed i was talking to myself since nobody really reads my blog. lol<br />Crazy? Let's go all the way =)<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SxqHEjSd8-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/VdTmzLliSgM/s1600-h/7928_172923988668_631448668_3710596_1660573_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SxqHEjSd8-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/VdTmzLliSgM/s400/7928_172923988668_631448668_3710596_1660573_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411786414501000162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today, the 5th of December....is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Wendy Wong</span>'s birthday!! Woots. Had a superb surprise party/dinner at <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sharing Planet</span>. My stomach is trying to spit out some extras via its cardiac sphincter. I've gone absurd with too much studying lol.<br /><br /><br />Anyways SPM's almost over!! Woooooohoo. There's just Chemistry left and i haven't studied but i think everything's gonna be fine and dandy. Im just really really upset over Accounts and my Biologyy Paper 3.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh wells.<br />My hope is to achieve my target.<br />Must not go to NS.<br />If the above happens, i will give out free cookies.<br /><br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-63435448162148699702009-08-12T17:02:00.004+08:002009-08-12T17:23:33.399+08:00NOOOO. This is like, a quick post before i go for tuition ;)<br /><br /><br />WTF tomorrow is the starting of yet another test. Why is it the more of them you take, the less important they seem to become? I was totally bent on ditching school tomorrow.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />ACCOUNTS WTF!<br /><br /></div><br />It's too late to cancel tuition! I didn't even plan my schedule...and i totally have no time for Sejarah. STOOOPIGGGG. I am not sane. Dammit<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Say goodbye to fb and all that. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Who wants to bet on how long i can stay from touching the computer?</span><br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-75158825886603914452009-08-02T23:03:00.010+08:002009-08-02T23:47:49.223+08:00Life is so IRONIC<div style="text-align: center;">Life is ironic. Mine is anyways.<br /></div><br />Sometimes good(?)/<span style="font-weight: bold;">unexpected</span> things happen so suddenly. Meeting someone new, getting to know someone, not liking some of the people you've wanted to meet or even finding yourself an enemy of a past friend. Things you've wanted to work out, even planned...never come to fruition. And yet fate has the best of plans when you're not even expecting it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/02/02/inspirational,ironic,life,quotes,relationships,text-1606665dc7a11bcb627c130ba840cd3c_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 461px;" src="http://img.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/02/02/inspirational,ironic,life,quotes,relationships,text-1606665dc7a11bcb627c130ba840cd3c_h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I've had my share of surprises in life. It's a rather unexpected journey. Sometimes i just can't help but to stop and wonder, what is the possibility of that happening to someone again?<br /><br /><br />We meet new people everyday but it's not an everyday occurrence <span style="font-style: italic;">to get to know</span> someone new. We sometimes fail to remain in contact with our old friends but we never really forget them. Because meeting someone is one thing, meeting someone you actually like is another. Every encounter has it's own story.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/pon%20and%20zi/mayacabrera/pon%20and%20zi/4.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b333/mayacabrera/pon%20and%20zi/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />I find myself a lot more emotional and prone to blog sentimental thoughts at night. Preferably around 11-2. Anyone know why? :(YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-15039500977597605992009-07-12T22:27:00.007+08:002009-07-12T23:10:34.073+08:00Voice OutAs im sure everyone in Malaysia knows, we're going back a few kazillion decades by reverting our Science and Maths subjects back into Malay. Dumb, dumb and dumber...it's not really a surprise. Ever since this issue was brought up, i was quite sure they would change it back to Malay.<br /><br />Why? You just gotta look at who's the ruling party in Malaysia. See which race has the most population due to them being able to reproduce at an alarming rate faster than an opossum. <span><u>[</u></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><u>Random fact</u>: Opossums can give birth to 8-9 babies per litter. 1-3 litters per year.</span><span>]</span> Scared yet? lol. And if you haven't noticed, not many are pro in English (Unlike us, wahaha =X)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecosafewildlife.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/opossum.223160238_std.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 253px;" src="http://ecosafewildlife.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/opossum.223160238_std.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cute-ish<br /></span></div><br /><br />That's besides the point lah. Just telling you guys, must support English! Im not even trying to give you guys a choice. Just go to <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Dr. M</span>'s blog and vote 'No' for the poll, kay? He was the one who changed Science and Maths to English. I hope he can make it so forever. (Omgosh he TWEETS?!)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/">CLICK HERE TO VOTE!</a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">On a totally unrelated note, is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">MJC</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> </span>short for <span style="font-style: italic;">Michael Jackson City</span>? If so, destroy it!<br /></div><br />Must every story be about him? I don't even know him la. Granted, good music and nice moves. But besides that? Who knows if he is a good or bad person inside. Sian si can.<br /><br /><br /><br />Feeling rather hot-headed today. And stubborn. Got <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">blood red</span> brace thingies yesterday. Kinda sick. Rather irritated at someone. Very irrational. <span style="font-style: italic;">Chiong kin</span> Additional Mathematics Project. Printer is disagreeing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;">You know im half asleep when i type in incomplete sentences. Ciao~<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-87347141257935487752009-06-20T21:19:00.004+08:002009-06-20T22:05:36.063+08:00Feelings<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Today's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Back To School Day</span> for all <u>Kuching High</u> students,<br />young or old and sometimes even occasional <span style="font-style: italic;">outsiders</span> lol.<br /></div><br /><br />My friends and I were supposed to help<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Puan Ting</span> with the preparations but actually there wasn't much to do. We did most of our part yesterday. We were told to mill around and we did, in the end we actually fell unwittingly into the trap of a <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">giant shark</span>, Miss Lim. Don't laugh, it's not funny. She scary =.=<br /><br /><br />We were dragged to the ice cream stall and did whatnot while she yelled at us and gave us black glares. Like WHAT TURF LA, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">you</span> should've gotten people beforehand. It's not<span style="font-weight: bold;"> our </span>fault. And after 3 or 4 hours of <span style="font-style: italic;">slavering</span>, we got nothing in return. I feel remorse, for not enjoying myself.<br /><br /><br />There were <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">ducks</span>. And a <span style="font-style: italic;">white pony</span> and i even got <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">nail art </span>lol. And we went around laughing at the<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Cosplay</span> people who were actually rather cute. I guess today wasn't so bad, at least we had stuff to do.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><br />I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I say i don't care for the outcome, i say it's just for fun. I lie so well that i actually believe myself. One flaw of mine is i know im gonna screw up, yet i never try to make it otherwise. I know im gonna regret it, and i just sit and wait for the supposed inevitable.<br /><br /><br />I don't know whether there is such a thing. That our destiny is planned out for us, that whatever we do it's not gonna change anything. Sometimes i do, other times it's just a stupid excuse for being such a sloth.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It doesn't matter anymore. It's tomorrow.<br />Im shaking and quaking in my boots right now.<br />I just hope <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Lady Luck</span> doesn't abandon me.<br /></div><br /><br />Guess what im looking forward to. Not winning and getting to go to KL for the National Championship. Lol no way, im not that ambitious. Im looking forward to splurging on MNG, flip-flops and all other expensive shit after the competition.<br /><br /><br />Im not exactly rational now. I hope nobody knows who i am. I hope i will not get speller's block and/or emotional and cry. The teacher told me it's okay to cry. Aaargh. <span style="font-style: italic;">Not helping</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;">Wish me luck.<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-73436075348238807742009-05-23T21:13:00.005+08:002009-05-23T21:24:36.259+08:00Yesterdays, Todays<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Blatherings.<br /><br /><br />Watching doves flying in the sky,<br />I saw our past go by.<br />Remember where our footsteps once laid?<br />Remember the day we passed this way?<br />Feeling the wind against my face,<br />I reminisce our yesterdays.<br />Pieces and fragment float away,<br />Yet your memory remains till this day.<br /></div><!--<br--><br /><br />Walala...complete randomness. It's an inspired piece of writing, kay~ So definitely not bout me.YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-5748293979524904352009-05-03T00:09:00.003+08:002009-05-03T00:36:41.321+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">What the HELL is friendship?<br />What the hell does it mean now?<br />Friends?<span style="font-style: italic;"> Psh</span>. Who really <u>cares</u> anymore?<br /></div><br /><br />If you don't agree with me at all times, you're not my friend.<br />If you don't follow my command, you're not my friend.<br />If you're not like me, you're definitely not my friend.<br /><br /><br />So that's it? That shows what a great friend<span style="font-style: italic;"> you </span>are. Look up the word <span style="font-weight: bold;">friend</span>. There's no anger, there shouldn't be any hurt and there definitely should be tons of love present.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Some friends, talk behind your back.<br />Some friends, are just using you for their own benefit.<br />Some friends, don't even care.<br />They don't know you; they don't deserve to be your friends.<br />Think back: What have they done?<br />You forgive? They repeat.<br /></div><br /><br />Forgiveness has its limits. You know when you've crossed the line. If you're not my friend, wipe that fake smile off your face and move aside please; i don't have time for you. If you don't care enough, don't talk to my face; i don't want you. Forget all the times we've laughed together, forget everything i've said to you and im sure you've forgotten everything i've done for you. You know what? I've forgotten what you <span style="font-style: italic;">look</span> like too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;">Im not talking of anyone is particular, nor talking <span style="font-weight: bold;">to</span> anyone in particular.<br />This is a post inspired by Kai's. I know, it's so different.<br />Forgiveness and Anger don't have much difference.<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-61849362325901937192009-04-30T22:07:00.002+08:002009-04-30T22:15:20.298+08:00Birthdays & Presents<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Today, the 30th of April, is my Daddy's Birthday!!<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SfmyK6ib3WI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S3OZ03GVbvE/s1600-h/DSCN1241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SfmyK6ib3WI/AAAAAAAAAV4/S3OZ03GVbvE/s400/DSCN1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487534551817570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Enough said.</span><br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-6439927599476503852009-04-05T20:21:00.007+08:002009-04-05T20:45:35.702+08:00Shopping for a ShopaholicLalala.<br />Im a shopaholic.<br />But before that, let me rewind to 5a.m. this morning.<br /><br /><br />I was dragged up at precisely 5 in the morning out of my absurdly comfortable bed. For what? To go to the cemetery lah. I won't go into the gruesome details and i don't have any pictures. Who would take pictures at the cemetery?! Siao meh.<br /><br /><br />After that, lunch and a nap, we went SHOPPING. Went to <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Boulevard</span> </span>and of course, there was a full-blown sale going on. Bought a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">sexy green tee</span> and a <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">green cucumber facial wash</span> from <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Elianto</span>. The salesgirl was pretty sweet and helpful. But of course, being the lazy ass that i am, i didn't even bother to take some pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/Sdik4rwP69I/AAAAAAAAAVw/u2WeKZ-qiFs/s1600-h/CucumberFCleanser_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/Sdik4rwP69I/AAAAAAAAAVw/u2WeKZ-qiFs/s400/CucumberFCleanser_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321184253462965202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But, im nice so i googled it. LOL. Okay, the salesgirl claims it's good for blackheads and it does whitening too. Don't they all?<br /><br /><blockquote><br />Anyways she told me, YOU HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH YOUR SKIN LEH.<br />My parents said, YOU WILL SPOIL YOUR SKIN.<br />And i said to myself, YOU PROBABLY'LL ONLY USE IT TWICE A YEAR.</blockquote><br /><br /><br />Still, i bought it. My mom refused point-blank to buy it for me. So wth, i bought it myself lah. See what i meant bout being a shopaholic? I have a <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Compulsive Shopping Disorder</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But but, i didn't buy a 8GB pendrive though.<br />Today is the last day that PC Fair stays in Kuching.<br />I wanted to buy but then i realised i'd probably be broke if i bought it.<br />And conveniently i realised i don't really need it.<br />So, maybe there still hope of cure for me after all!<br /><br /><s><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Nah.</span></span><br /></s></div><s></s>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-9819687737727033692009-04-03T22:49:00.012+08:002009-04-04T22:58:45.709+08:00Pasts and Presents<div style="text-align: center;"><br />It seems like a chore to blog lately but im gonna do it anyways.<br />There tons of overdue pictures ranging from last month to last week.<br />My hundredth post :D<br /><br />Starting from the most overdue. And it's about FOOD. Yay!<br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdYzupGk5vI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Abz_fL1PmOg/s1600-h/DSCN1229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdYzupGk5vI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Abz_fL1PmOg/s400/DSCN1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320496886185256690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdY1KgiSGEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4JV-yzLLFCw/s1600-h/DSCN1233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdY1KgiSGEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4JV-yzLLFCw/s400/DSCN1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320498464433510466" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As you can see, it's a super big bun. There's like aluminum foil inside and you have a choice of either beef soup or satay sauce. This one is satay. Satay is awesome! You just tear of a piece of the bread and dip it in the sauce. It's from <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Clover</span>. Total perfection.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Next up, lotsa losta lotsa camwhore photos. lol<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddnOnAQOoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f57G32X_LwU/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddnOnAQOoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/f57G32X_LwU/s400/DSC00678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320834985447406210" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Blurrish but nice. Wendy's still holding a pen and paper lol!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddoXMWVVwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SJ4eVwuR7I4/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddoXMWVVwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SJ4eVwuR7I4/s400/DSC00680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320836232422708994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Me like this one =)<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddpJkT7eoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/kOc61ndTm6M/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddpJkT7eoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/kOc61ndTm6M/s400/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320837097848535682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Loves!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/Sddqmth59lI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aqmZ9yq9WK8/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/Sddqmth59lI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aqmZ9yq9WK8/s400/DSC00343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320838698050909778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Tada. Me. With a sorta crooked smile~<br /></span></div><br /><br />First 3 group pictures were taken by Dadi. <span style="font-style: italic;">Beh bai</span> lorr...people really got the skill to squeeze everyone in and not to mention being able to make everyone look pretty decent. Especially the less photogenic ones. Wahlala~ means me duh. Last one was taken by Kath i think. Were camwhoring while everyone else were copying something on the OHP. Such passionate students we are.<br /><br /><br />And these, are what i bought last week.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddtB7FXnaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QwYgF2dfuUU/s1600-h/DSCN1234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SddtB7FXnaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QwYgF2dfuUU/s400/DSCN1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320841364569038242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">New shoes.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/Sddt2lE3ZTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SMaM9wCDXiY/s1600-h/DSCN1239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/Sddt2lE3ZTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SMaM9wCDXiY/s400/DSCN1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320842269194413362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">❤the pink<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdduJyls6FI/AAAAAAAAAVg/A4ojp6Uy6QU/s1600-h/DSCN1240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdduJyls6FI/AAAAAAAAAVg/A4ojp6Uy6QU/s400/DSCN1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320842599239313490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Bookworm.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdduYWVLhDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/f1NORReZkjc/s1600-h/DSCN1238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SdduYWVLhDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/f1NORReZkjc/s400/DSCN1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320842849351861298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Milk!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br />Lmao, i am aware the last picture is stupidly random and has no particular meaning at all. But i really got buy milk bah! And the <span style="font-style: italic;">platinum pearl</span> shade of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Elianto</span> nail polish from the <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Spring</span> branch which i didn't bother to take a picture of.<br /><br /><br />Finally got new sport shoes. And the pink is just a shade brighter than baby pink, me loves till death!! And a new book too. It's really<span style="font-style: italic;"> really</span> awesome. It's about faeries and curses and romance? It's nice though.<br /><br /><br />So there. Finished my supply of pictures. Went for the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Spelling Bee</span> competition with Geok Ling, Kathleen, Vivian etc etc. I got 2nd wtf, ftw. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Manoevre</span> your ass Miss Law, whatever you and Oxford say, it's still <u>maneuver</u>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">And i went to the dentist.<br />And i shall wake up at 5 in the morning tomorrow<br /> ...to go to the cemetery.<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-79733204648491010242009-03-31T22:44:00.001+08:002009-03-31T22:48:32.591+08:00ZOMG<div style="text-align: center;"><br />WHAT THE--<br /><br />Did anyone read XiaXue?<br />wtf la her. She got TWO Beedle the Bards!!<br />Omg wtfffff!! I want the 100 BUCKS one!<br />It even has illustrations. wtff<br /><br />yupps. end of post.<br />lmao<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-13804645693624890952009-03-27T23:20:00.006+08:002009-03-27T23:37:11.936+08:00There's nothing like the Present<div style="text-align: center;"><br />I've decided to blog every week.<br />(If possible.)<br /></div><br /><br />Today was kinda crazy. Everyone was relaxed and having a mild <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">head in the clouds</span> feeling. Wendy brought <u>Nail Polish Remover</u> for the guys whose nails were painted the day before (and the day before that too)...serve them right for sleeping! lol. I think the only willing victim was TK...and im sure he secretly harbours a desire to wear<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">pink</span></span> nail polish.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That's why he did it.<br /></div><br /><br />Vivian didn't go to school. So Kim Chern was restless and somehow wormed his way in between Kath and Wendy. And then he was stealing Kath's biscuits and getting scolded which i thought was extremely funny, skinny people fighting over food. Skinny non-poverty-stricken people fighting over biscuits. So l-o-l<br /><br /><br />We camwhored, took random pictures of random things, recorded funny videos etc...and even played with those paper claw things. I don't even know who made them. Im sure it was the guys but suddenly only us three had them...lol we're skilled at stealing things undiscovered.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I hate my results.<br />I don't wanna even mention them.<br />The free movie ticket passes are useless.<br />I've never used one, <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span>.<br />(Pics next time...they're in kath's super pink camera lol)<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-34797675447534997112009-03-21T22:30:00.008+08:002009-03-21T23:11:32.758+08:00He's Just NOT That Into YouExactly. That book rocks. I want one. But 30 bucks? For a book i've read (actually reading, but will have read by the time im gonna buy it)? Is it really <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> good? Maybe =p<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/ScT9qvIfa0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/FSVzry1q6Gg/s1600-h/he%27sjustnotthatintoyou.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/ScT9qvIfa0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/FSVzry1q6Gg/s400/he%27sjustnotthatintoyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315652370852440898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />It's rad really. For girls la. Greg and Liz tell all you awesome girls out there to keep your head and stop making all those stupid excuses (cough, desperate lies, cough) for the wrongs that are made by the guys you like.<br /><br /><br />One thing i've learned so far (i just finished the 6th chapter) is that guys, still follow the rules of dating that were made and have been used since the stone age. Except now we have cellphones! (Sarcasm..?)<br /><br /><br />Okay la, the whole point of the book is to open your eyes and believe in what you see. If he doesn't call you, if he doesn't make your relationship clear, if he makes excuses..if <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> find that you're making excuses <span style="font-style: italic;">for him</span>: end it lah. Sure, easier said than done but just remember: if he's really into you, he'll make an effort.<br /><br /><br />But the thing i enjoy is getting surpirsed by Greg. There's lots of letters from girls out there and some of the excuses seem pretty logical. But Greg is damn mean...okay la, just the <span style="font-style: italic;">harsh-no-excuses </span>type. Nikki sucks. lol<br /><br /><br />Anyways it's a nice read. You can take it seriously; you can just laugh it off as a joke but you just can't deny it's good for light reading (i think?). I enjoy it la...cos somethings are just so obvious, but ironically that's the thing you just can't (or won't?) see.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/ScT-n2TRCOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6Xc54Ug-QBM/s1600-h/trailer-hes-just-not-that-into-you.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/ScT-n2TRCOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6Xc54Ug-QBM/s400/trailer-hes-just-not-that-into-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315653420748703970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">There's gonna be a movie too!<br /></span></div><br /><br />On a another note, I HATE MAO. Okay the best author ever is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Garth Nix</span>. I swear he rocks. I love<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> Sabriel</span>. Im halfway through (and blur over)<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Lirael</span> and i want <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Abhorsen</span>! Wtfff. I wish i could buy the 7 book series written by him as well. The <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Keys to the Kingdom</span> series. But it's like seven books which will cost bout rm160? I don't think i can fool my dad into buying 7 books costing that much in one go. Yes, the only way for me is one go...im just greedy like that.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mister Monday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grim Tuesday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drowned Wednesday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sir Thursday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lady Friday</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Superior Saturday</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Coming Soon</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Sunday</span><br /></div><br />The title hasn't been decided (or merely not yet released) for the last book. I saw a copy of <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Superior Saturday</span> just now at <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">MPH</span>. Itchy hands! But i like complete sets...one random book sticking out sucks. Who has the complete set? *winks* lol<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yeah.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Special thanks to Geok...</span><br />f<span style="font-style: italic;">or lending me He's Just</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Not</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> That Into You. =)</span><br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-1698819501655441002009-03-19T12:46:00.002+08:002009-03-19T13:07:42.136+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />lol, i spent my whole Add Maths session last night drafting a post.<br />Because i suddenly felt like blogging and not listening.<br />I even went far enough to draw something random.<br />But now, i derno...just dun feel like it anymore.<br />It's in my Add Maths exercise book! ;D<br /></div><br /><br />Im blogging now 'cos i found something blog-able. I know, im still crazy over Twilight? Probably. But now my favorite author would be Garth Nix.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3153"><img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/kca_quiz/twilight.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">You're the Twilight Series, one of the nominees for Favorite Book. You're passionate, romantic, and mysterious. You've got Edward's intensity and Bella's curiosity, and when people get to know you, they sometimes get a bit obsessed. You're very emotional, but surprisingly strong. You'd do anything for the people (or vamps) that you love... but is it enough to win you a KCA blimp?</span> </blockquote><br /><br />lol...people are like, people. But im a series? Jeez, and i didn't know books could be passionate and all that....it's pretty cool eh? Anyways i want a blimp! lol<br /><br />Rearranged my playlist. Was bored with the last order it was in. I just controlled A and threw everything in. But i wonder...how come it wasn't in alphabetical order? Anyways it makes no difference...all the songs are the ones i downloaded myself and love to death though in different magnitudes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I know.<br />Rambling.<br />Doesn't matter.<br />SO BORED<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-45188350776274572742009-03-01T22:08:00.003+08:002009-03-01T22:23:04.695+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />lol.<br />It has been a while, hasn't it?<br />Gosh i've moved on from this blog.<br />I feel no love towards it anymore.<br />It just doesn't seem like a part of me anymore.<br />Sometimes, it just feels like it's someone else's.<br /></div><br /><br />So, for the time being...i suppose i'll let it rot. Which i am doing actually. Lots of things have happened, yet i don't feel inclined to post them in this blog and share those beautiful memories. Sometimes i wonder, <span style="font-style: italic;">what is wrong with me? </span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Actually lots of things gave changed.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> have changed.<br />And in turn, this blog has changed.<br /><br /><br />Exams in less than a week.<br />I bought a new watch. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">OL type</span></span><br />My bro had an operation sometime ago.<br />I love bright colors and purple.<br />Pink is so not me anymore.<br />I love to watch anime.<br />I still think im weird =)<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-62569418947601136732009-02-14T22:19:00.004+08:002009-02-14T22:27:33.827+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">LOL.</span><br />Wendy Wong got flowers.<br />Vivian Kon got flowers and bears.<br />Kathleen Hong became a postwoman.<br />I ate chocs from my Mao Daddy (o.O)<br /><br /><br />I went <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Boulevard</span>. I bought...<br />* belt<br />* <span style="font-style: italic;">Dragonology</span> book (for sehkias)<br /><br /><br />I went the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Spring</span>.<br />Ate ice-cream.<br />But the best part is...i flipped someone off.<br />Like seriously L-O-L.<br />At the basement carpark.<br />Imagine the pissed face she gave me.<br />Kinda made my day.<br />I know, im freakin' sick.<br />But oh wells, V-day's ending soon.<br />Hope everyone had a great day =)<br /><br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-24046245320646330212009-02-14T12:01:00.005+08:002009-02-14T12:01:00.221+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Happy Valentine's Day.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SZWLokJGImI/AAAAAAAAATw/a1sbus3HA2w/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SZWLokJGImI/AAAAAAAAATw/a1sbus3HA2w/s400/hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302297665311482466" border="0" /></a><br />Flowers and hearts everywhere. All those lovey-dovey couples and people who love other people. Spending their money on overpriced goods. Well, at least they're happy?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But not good for me lo...have to wake up early on a <span style="font-style: italic;">Saturday</span>.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">How torturous is <span style="font-weight: bold;">that</span>? I swear it's illegal.<br /></div></div><br /><br />I have people who i love too la. But im not gonna take a leaf outta <span style="font-weight: bold;">Miss Law</span>'s bloody book and give presents to all of them. Im so not crazy...and it's definitely not Christmas. Maybe next year guys.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~<br /></div><br /><br />This is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Sohai King</span>'s contribution for this <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">V-day</span> post. He wants you all to see the light. Be enlightened by him. Doesn't that sound holy?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SZWN9WpDANI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iu5CB0SDkMk/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SZWN9WpDANI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iu5CB0SDkMk/s400/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300221487907026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">....!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OMG I SAW THE LIGHT!!<br />I am blinded by it already.</div><br /><br />See what i mean? Yes, that's SK (Sohai King or Suku Kia)! You know who it looks like? I pray you don't, or you'll probably be banging your head now and never wanna talk to him again. The resemblance is freakin' scary!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Not a good way to start your <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">V-day</span>.<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-59329065936467228812009-02-09T13:09:00.006+08:002009-02-09T14:10:00.242+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />I shall blog.<br /></div><br />Dunno how many decades ago...<span style="font-style: italic;">- rewind - </span>it was actually last Friday. Wendy brought the small tubes of blow-able plastic stuff that we blew into big bubbles.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SY-9DKFg_UI/AAAAAAAAATY/MmnbqAdaAIk/s1600-h/257m++m,0.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SY-9DKFg_UI/AAAAAAAAATY/MmnbqAdaAIk/s400/257m++m,0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300663148383108418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>Blown by me and Wendy. Then stuck together by Geok. lol</span><br /></span></div><br /><br />These are my early <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">V-day Pressies</span> =)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SY-9mCVWIxI/AAAAAAAAATg/sUdxH29pjUw/s1600-h/vdaypres.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SY-9mCVWIxI/AAAAAAAAATg/sUdxH29pjUw/s400/vdaypres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300663747597443858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span>Looks yummy right? Makes you wanna drool leh~~!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SY_IA3yA1MI/AAAAAAAAATo/BCPTsBwlHho/s1600-h/DSC06096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SY_IA3yA1MI/AAAAAAAAATo/BCPTsBwlHho/s400/DSC06096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300675203737638082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Gleeful expressions</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br />All from Geok. Hah she loves me =X But then, they were almost <u>extinct</u> by the time i went home. Everyone from 5S2 suddenly had this very kind notion of helping me finish eating the chocs. Now everyone's<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> full of love</span>!! lolYuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-37834824535545041622009-01-22T23:29:00.005+08:002009-01-23T00:48:54.343+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Lol as i've just commented,<br />im too busy with real life to care too much about my virtual existence on the net.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Today, was borriiing.<br />I hate Norol.<br />I hate PEKAs.<br />And i sometimes hate Mr. Eng.<br />Sometimes niaaaa.<br /></div><br /><br />We didn't do much la...i just remembered we rushed a lot of past homework that we have to pass up tomorrow as it's the last day before CNY. Can't wait! After tomorrow, i can scream <span style="font-weight: bold;">SEE YA, SUCKERS!</span> to lotsa people lmao. Not that i would...im too nice to do that :D<br /><br /><br />We took pics for our Moral Project that was burnt in the fire. I still have to retake the ones at home...rawr! They're all in Vivian's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">pinky</span> camera. After that, we hid to camwhore. I have no idea why we did that. I think Vivian just screamed, let's camwhore in that dirty little corner there! Then we all rushed there o.O<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SXihiEyetOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/48UeY-6qzhA/s1600-h/DSC05623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SXihiEyetOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/48UeY-6qzhA/s400/DSC05623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294158968747111650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SXihVZObS7I/AAAAAAAAATI/Zb0WFzIkP4I/s1600-h/DSC05622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SXihVZObS7I/AAAAAAAAATI/Zb0WFzIkP4I/s400/DSC05622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294158750894738354" border="0" /></a><br />All stolen from Vivian's blog. A weird new teacher guy came to see what weird stuff we were doing. And ironically, the last rushed picture was the nicest. So l-o-l. I hate my pink braces. They look like my gums when i smile...!! >.-"<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Just finished editing the stupid freaking Malaysian-ish<br />English Oral written by Veggie Chua.<br />Rawr you lah. It's all about Micheal Phelps!<br />Freakishly tired. Nitey nite~<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;">Can't wait for CNY...!!<br />Get well soon, Kath =)<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-41348753809701395052009-01-11T14:22:00.003+08:002009-01-11T14:47:23.306+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Happy belated birthday to CHUA GEOK LING!!<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SWmVp-KBRhI/AAAAAAAAARM/STytojVFiUM/s1600-h/geok2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3ueaSU26Ps/SWmVp-KBRhI/AAAAAAAAARM/STytojVFiUM/s400/geok2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289923785615558162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I know, im one day late but i suppose you'll forgive me since im terribly sick? lols<br /></div><br /><br />Okay im still not better, maybe worse. Been dripping and feeling alternately cold and hot for the past two days. I don't feel up to doing anything at all except laying on the couch. Yes, im becoming a couch potato...zzz. I skipped PBK yesterday, but i still have tons of homework untouched.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But that's not the worst of my problems. I just hope i'll be better before this Friday.<br /></div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-3531602389937974172009-01-09T22:39:00.002+08:002009-01-09T23:27:02.670+08:00I haven't been online and i haven't been posting even though there's a lot to post about. This is all thanks to my<span style="font-style: italic;"> awesome</span> internet connection that only listens to my bro's orders, not mine. I was without internet for a week or so (seemed like months to me).<br /><br /><br />The new year sucks man. I've changed. It's really unexpected...i actually do my homework now<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>!! It's a new disease infecting most Form 5s! Lol i actually find there's not enough time to finish your homework, what with school and tuitions everyday. I haven't even been doing anything recreational this week...it's quite sad really.<br /><br /><br />My brother's home from KL! Kinda happy cos he seems happier. He bought shirts for everyone...a <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">red</span> singlet for me! Im so happy 'cos for some reason, red is now officially <u>my favorite color</u>. My family all says it looks nice...but im too shy to wear it outside actually. I was thinking maybe with a jacket...but what's the point of wearing a singlet when you're wearing a jacket on the outside? So oh well...i might not wear it much =)<br /><br /><br />I am dripping none stop right now. Yes, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">dripping</span>. I was just back from <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Physics</span> and i am terribly sick. It must be the cold weather. I have a runny nose and a migraine right now. I have been glaring at Mr. Lee for the past two hours due to his badly-concealed pervvy jokes. I do <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> like to hear those when im terribly cold and sick. I couldn't really concentrate so i guess it was a waste of time. Gosh, im hoping i can skip PBK tomorrow!!YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636250542840120885.post-91326463585195138652008-12-31T11:59:00.001+08:002009-01-01T00:07:43.108+08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Today is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">December the 31st</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.</span><br />The last of year 2008.<br />It's been a good year, hasn't it?<br /><br /></div><br />In less than a minute it will be the beginning of a new year - 2009. The beginning of a new school year filled with laughs, shouts, fun and maybe a few well-concealed tears. That's all i ask of the new year i guess, that the happiness exceed the sad moments. That all i remember when it's year end again, is the happy moments filled with laughter...or just silent contentment.<br /><br /><br />Next year; <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">5S2</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">SPM</span>. The dreaded<span style="font-weight: bold;"> SPM</span>. I'm actually terrified, not because of <span style="font-weight: bold;">SPM</span>, but what happens after. Exactly. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">What</span> actually happens after? I still have no clue...what i fear, is the <span style="font-style: italic;">unknown</span>.<br /><br /><br />I've always thought leaving school and working would be so much better. No need for studying, no need for passing up homework and listening to the boring speeches of the teachers...which student doesn't dream of escaping that torture? It's the freedom we crave. But now in the pre-stepping into society stage, im actually afraid. We actually have to make our own choices now. Choices that would lead us up our own paths for the rest of our lives. From kindy to high school...we didn't need to make any life altering choices. All we know is we go to school because we have to. It's what everyone does. It's what our parents want, there's no way around it. Even after Form 3, all we had to choose was our streams. There was only three choices and ultimately, our parents "helped" in that decision too.<br /><br /><br />But there are hundreds of courses. Millions of outstanding colleges and universities. And even more jobs to choose from. That's what i don't want to face. So many choices, so many voices...how do you choose the right one? How will you know that 10 years later, you will be living a good life and telling yourself you made the right choice all along? <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hmm, i best let the pieces fall where they may.<br />I sound like a worried old woman talking about such things xD<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Happy New Year</span> everyone! Wish you all the best =)</div>YuKii ❤http://www.blogger.com/profile/13895636604545970141noreply@blogger.com4