<?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-8393223792659846151</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:09:49.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...for I shall run back and there He will be with open arms...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1498485454391608663</id><published>2010-04-06T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:25:38.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy LeeJohnnnnnn</title><content type='html'>BTW, Happy Sweet Sixteen my Piglet (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY SWK a.k.a TOMMY LEEJOHN a.k.a (lol) Piglet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;wa ta lok u chong lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;wa kuai kia bo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;lu chong wa chio leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;chio si ho leh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;ho, tapi na si lu kua peh lu chio am kun (neck right? LOL) chin tia ahhhh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot its pua peh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;wa kua/pua peh am kun beh tia bo ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;izzit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;O.O LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;u mean sick = pua peh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;kueh tao ulat bo pien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe pua peng is half la LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;hamang ulat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot chi pua is half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;wait that one is also half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;pua peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;HOKKIEN AHHHH so confusinggg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;is 1 half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;sifu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;hokkien is a way of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;lu eh hokkien chin kiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;eh sai eh sai nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;lol u noe sai got few meaning oso LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;eh sai = okay2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;sai = shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;sai = shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;sai = drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;wtfeck LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;see sentence la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;wa sai chia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;i shit car meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahah wait i need to blog this LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;blog bout wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;i shit car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eR | T0mMy "JokerLord" Leejohn says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;you'll see~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1498485454391608663?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1498485454391608663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1498485454391608663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1498485454391608663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1498485454391608663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2010/04/tommy-leejohnnnnnn.html' title='Tommy LeeJohnnnnnn'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5136818534418036459</id><published>2010-04-04T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:39:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pervert Guru~</title><content type='html'>LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim tell me what happened today HAHHAHHA this is so RETARDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Names changed to protect privacy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Fish: -tells Hot Chicken that he watch American Pie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time when Hot Chicken found out Cold Fish watch American Pie, it scold him LOL. And it KNOWS what American Pie is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chicken: Where the disc?? I want to watch also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL shit. LOL to find out who the real people are *ahem*zacktommy*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5136818534418036459?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5136818534418036459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5136818534418036459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5136818534418036459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5136818534418036459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2010/04/pervert-guru.html' title='The Pervert Guru~'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5421395474178054779</id><published>2010-03-24T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T04:19:10.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy!</title><content type='html'>Date: 23 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;Time: Math period, 2:30-4:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;People Involved: Prajwal a.k.a Daddy Pris, Dio, Shannon and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Math class, teacher gave us a revision paper with 9 Math Questions to do. Daddy, Dio, Shannon and I were sitting just next to each other and we were chatting. Because we talked alot, that gave us little time to finish our work :) (or our interest to do Math was not there, 'cause too much fun talking than doing stupid equations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher actually sellotaped 4 answer sheets on the whiteboard, with the solution and workings to all 9 questions and she asked us to refer to it after we've finished and mark our own work. So Daddy had this fabulous idea. When teacher was busy teaching some students, he quickly took the first page of the answer sheet down and brought it back to the table for us to copy LOL. Then some of the others started looking for it. When they couldn't find it they told teacher and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher: "Eh where's the answer sheet?? Prajwal, put back the answer sheet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *how-did-she-find-out expression* :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he pretended that he lost the tape to stick the paper back to the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Umm...umm..where's the tape? I can't find the tape!! Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paper falls off table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Daddy quickly catches it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he stuck it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, thankfully we finished copying the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, he went back up and when he thought teacher wasn't looking, he took the SECOND page to copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice went up to the board and started looking for the second answer sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh, shit! She's looking for the answer sheet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eunice walks towards our direction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *hides answers underneath question paper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we were wrong. She didn't know we took it. She just stopped near our place, look around and go back in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: *walks towards teacher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH SHIT! She's going to ask teacher where's the answer sheet! Eh, quick! quick! Call her! Tell her it's with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *mouth open; watches Eunice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: *walking towards teacher suddenly stopped and turned around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: no la...she didn't ask teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: *walk back to teacher and told teacher answer missing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *run quickly in front and slam the paper on the board...unfortunately it fell off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Prajwal! Why you keep taking the answer sheet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5421395474178054779?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5421395474178054779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5421395474178054779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5421395474178054779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5421395474178054779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-daddy.html' title='My Daddy!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-8400616546547783419</id><published>2010-02-28T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T06:07:09.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typos.</title><content type='html'>Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; I dont even know if u r alive T.T&lt;br /&gt; missing in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; ooh...&lt;br /&gt; ever since i moved we never talked much&lt;br /&gt; and ever since u left lodge too///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; tht's because  u hv found cooler friends there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt; wad makes u think that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; and u decide tht we arent cool enough to talk to u&lt;br /&gt; and hence u decide to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; WHERE GOT!!!&lt;br /&gt; i'm not that kind of person okay &lt;br /&gt; i don't see you alot after i move leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; yeahhh&lt;br /&gt; do u even know where i am right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; really!&lt;br /&gt; ur overseas studying&lt;br /&gt; uk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; nooo&lt;br /&gt; i am in lodge international now!&lt;br /&gt; i see u everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; -.- dun lie la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; and u dont even see me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; where got!!! DONT LIE!! DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; i'm so hurt&lt;br /&gt; i think i am like inviisible to u  in school'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; don't play playla...really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; i'm always wearing white shit&lt;br /&gt; and black pants&lt;br /&gt; r u sure u cant remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; shit?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; WHTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Panda (: [brendy] says:&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;*copies and pastes* [Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; i'm always wearing white shit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiifoong says:&lt;br /&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: WHAT TYPOS CAN DO TO YOUR SENTENCES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-8400616546547783419?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8400616546547783419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=8400616546547783419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8400616546547783419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8400616546547783419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2010/02/typos.html' title='Typos.'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1189010884371216927</id><published>2010-02-15T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:49:16.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Scary...</title><content type='html'>I keep hearing chairs move from downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;And it scares me...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know my mom's sleeping in her room (2nd floor) already&lt;br /&gt;And my brothers are out; well actually, I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's out def, but Bryan well, he should either be out or upstairs in his room (3rd floor)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am VERY VERY SURE,&lt;br /&gt;It can't be either of my brothers,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they don't, well NEVER hang around the kitchen, the only times they sit on the dining chairs are when we sit down to have home-cooked dinner *which is very rare*&lt;br /&gt;Instead we three like lying on the floor more.&lt;br /&gt;It's not weird trust me. It's actually...nice. The floor very cool and clean okay?? I sweep always :)&lt;br /&gt;So don't need to worry about the dirt, the dust all that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragging of chairs stop. I think my house is haunted seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's sleeping with at least one light on in his room now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my mom, who wakes up before 5 a.m (and goes to work before 6, usually leaves the house at 5:45-5:50 a.m), would see the light on and switch it off for him,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that he slept with it on&lt;br /&gt;Then he would turn it on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him about it.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he saw a ghost outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;In his room, there's a window if you sleep facing to the right, you are facing it directly.&lt;br /&gt;He said he saw something floating/hovering right outside his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stop joking la!&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'm not, serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of times this 'weird' events happen, like there was one last year when my dad was still in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;He has a job at a supermarket in PNG. Now he's rarely here...&lt;br /&gt;See, Brandon studies in Perth and my dad works in PNG and they would come back to stay in Kuching at different times.&lt;br /&gt;So when Brandon's back, my dad's gone, when my dad's back, Brandon's not here.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when my dad came back, he slept in my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I went out of my room and I heard the sound of the TV downstairs still switched on.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering 'Why is the TV still on?' 'cause I thought my dad was in his room.&lt;br /&gt;The door to the bedroom was open and cold air flooded out from the room as the air-conditioner was turned on but the lights were all off.&lt;br /&gt;I then peeked through the door to see if my dad was there.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him on the bed with the bolster wrapped in his arms, lying on the left side of the bed, facing away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked away and looked inside again just to make sure he was really in there.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was convinced downstairs there was no one.&lt;br /&gt;I went down thinking of turning off the TV and when I went down, I was really really shocked.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was there sitting on the couch watching TNA or was it WWE Wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt afraid. I was confused. So I went up again and this time I was afraid to look in.&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside the room, at the side which didn't face the interior of the room, trying to think of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I find out what's really going on? I could turn on the lights...&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just shut my door and get to the safety of my own room?&lt;br /&gt;I chose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;It seem to take hours before I finally relented and quickly, without going in, looking in, only putting part of my hand in to flick on the light switch.&lt;br /&gt;When the lights came on, I peeked in ever so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;There was no one there. I got even more afraid. I was SO SO sure I saw someone!!&lt;br /&gt;I even looked in TWICE just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;The night after my brother saw the apparition, I was sleeping in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the middle of the night, all of a sudden, I woke up and I felt a hand beside me.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and I was 'terkejut' when I saw my brother sleeping beside me, at the left side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I didn't ask him anything and went back to sleep for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;THEN had to wake up for school -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I asked him what the heck was he doing in my room.&lt;br /&gt;He told me he was sleeping in his room at first.&lt;br /&gt;Then while he was sleeping, he suddenly felt something pressing down upon him.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't breathe. He also said that he could feel something/someone at the other side of his bed. *he sleeps at the right side*&lt;br /&gt;Note that, that thing he felt was on the left side of his bed, and the figure I saw was also on the left side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;AIIII!!!! I'm scaring myself. Shit. I need to pee. D:&lt;br /&gt;KIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. This is not the time to be funny. My nose feels painful + itchy&lt;br /&gt;Like very hard to breathe, must be because my room so dusty.&lt;br /&gt;My room only has one window you know?? =.= I mean have about 6 windows but only one that can open, so very hard to air the room ah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, random fact. Just now my room smell like KFC chicken, don't know why. I didn't eat KFC leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother tried to move but he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to scream but nothing came out.&lt;br /&gt;I just heard the sound of water turned on shortly, then turn off, and the water that came out hit some object, causing the 'plo-onk' sound&lt;br /&gt;My dogs start howling...okay I need to pee really badly...I'm scared...:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he finally was able to get up and he went to my room to sleep lo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making this up btw. It's true. I just need to pee now and I'm tired it's 12:48 a.m hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday peepos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1189010884371216927?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1189010884371216927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1189010884371216927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1189010884371216927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1189010884371216927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-scary.html' title='It&apos;s Scary...'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6984555371582373923</id><published>2010-02-13T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:20:32.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever since I've updated :O&lt;br /&gt;So...I make an announcement. I am BACK :)&lt;br /&gt;I just figured out I kinda missed blogging, you know,&lt;br /&gt;With all the fun stuff happening and you might forget so what better place to post than a blog?&lt;br /&gt;Keep tracks of the memories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Tuesday...which is erm...9 Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a week's gym membership at Level Up Fitness!&lt;br /&gt;Actually they had this promotion at Spring where you could sign up for 2 weeks for only RM 58!&lt;br /&gt;Including 2 sessions of one-on-one training with personal trainer summore!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to sign up for it on Tuesday, but they said the promotion ended on Sunday. So sad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At FIRST, I signed up for the 1-day one, which was RM 25&lt;br /&gt;BUT 1 week = RM 75. Math session now.&lt;br /&gt;1 day = RM 25&lt;br /&gt;7 days = RM 25 x 7 = RM 175&lt;br /&gt;1 week = 7 days = RM 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isn't 1 week more worth it? So instead I sign up for one week lo!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the gym equipment there is good quality la. The treadmills, ellipticals, cycle bikes, stairmasters...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish I didn't buy my exercise stuff from Gintell man. :(&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, I went for the BodyPump group exercise class, which is a class where you lift weights for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody...by the time I finished I swear I could feel my legs and hands shaking, seriously it was so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go for the BodyCombat class the next day but I couldn't 'cause my muscles were seriously killing me. I couldn't even walk up the stairs properly -___-.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ms. Chong who help me with the weights ;) I still don't get how to fix it tightly :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into fitness now la! Really! Ever since I've recovered from my diet-gone-wrong problem, and even though I gained nearly all my weight back, I'm planning to lose it the healthy way. Exercise + eat healthy lo.&lt;br /&gt;Though, it's CNY now, so I guess I'll have to treat myself for a while ;) but I'll try to eat junk in the mornings and skip it at night 'cos it's hard to lose the cals at night&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad now LOL i just ate a whole lot of chocolate, chocolate cheese and butter cheese cakes :( AND kuih mo-mos and pineapple rolls LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Some of each :( so I'm just trying not to sleep yet, maybe do a bit of weights just you know to use up the energy ==...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Prajwal a.k.a Daddy Priswal(PJ) is so much better now &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;PJ: ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;PJ: *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ==...DADDYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;PJ: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ella's crying :(&lt;br /&gt;PJ: Fu(k You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Daddy doesn't say F U to any of us now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ericca finally accepted PJ as our daddy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-class is made fun from our point of view ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Hope *name changed to protect privacy*&lt;br /&gt;She's funny and cute :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the first few classes with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event: B-class lesson&lt;br /&gt;People involved: Miss H, Florence, Jong Han, Jong Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss H: Nam, Move! *Pom**Pom**Pom* knocks on the table&lt;br /&gt;Florence: D:&lt;br /&gt;Ericca: What the...Nam?! HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;Me: ==...:} HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss H: So we bla bla bla bla bla....right Joo?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous (forgot who): Who's Joo?&lt;br /&gt;Miss H: Neh, him leh *points long metre rule at Jong Han*&lt;br /&gt;Jong Han: o.o&lt;br /&gt;Ericca: Hiya, this teacher ah! Always simply call people name. First call Florence, Nam now call Jong Han, Joo! *acts out event where Miss H asked Florence to move* *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs along with her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 3 (same as Event 1 just diff person):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss H: Eh Park! Move!&lt;br /&gt;Jong Hui: *moves place*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss H: Eh! Don't hit the table!&lt;br /&gt;*later*&lt;br /&gt;Miss H: Eh! Keep quiet!! *HITS TABLE with metre rule*&lt;br /&gt;Ericca: Hiya, why this teacher ask us don't hit the table she herself hit??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! During one of the Physics lesson where teacher gave us sometime for free period, (imagine, 2 hours of physics we need free time okay?!) Ella, Ericca, Ibrahim, PJ and I were sitting together in front talking about random crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ibrahim confessed to use he has a crush on a girl and all that, and how he seems to fall in love with her even more as he sees her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided that he shall propose to her! :D and, he actually did agree at first you know! (This took place on Thursday, 11/2) We discussed if he should do it on Thursday or Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eventually he didn't do it, because he didn't want to see her reaction, which he assumes will be her slapping him across the face after expressing his love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ibrahim started off saying that maybe he should do some of those lame lines that people use (e.g: You must be a lightbulb, 'cause you turn me on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ: How would you like my sausage in your donut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_____= Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: More updates when more stuff happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6984555371582373923?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6984555371582373923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6984555371582373923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6984555371582373923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6984555371582373923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6286597799229819174</id><published>2009-08-15T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:32:48.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I had to be asked to update again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit. Not updating constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys (:&lt;br /&gt;So...let's see what happened for this week.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we called off our Merdeka dance performance, but no worries :D,&lt;br /&gt;We're performing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Bobi, Fem and Syaf decided to sing for Merdeka :))&lt;br /&gt;And what a PERFECT time for me to lose my voice -.-&lt;br /&gt;=____________="&lt;br /&gt;At first we all thought of singing emm...Stickwitu by PCD.&lt;br /&gt;But we called it off 'cause Fem and Bobi had difficulties singing the high parts and you know we're one TEAM (((: so if one can't do it, all can't ya?? XD&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried Only Hope by Mandy Moore.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't get the 'to be only yours I PRAY' part right. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Tersekat-sekat aje suara kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally on Friday we had this meeting in the Music Room and we decided to stick with&lt;br /&gt;End of the Road by Boyz II Men.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that song is nicer and easier to harmonize.&lt;br /&gt;Lower too =)&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we have enough time and we don't have to cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been haunted by this thing that I've always faced in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Failure.&lt;br /&gt;Every SINGLE idea I come up with NEVER works out;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it does, it doesn't go far&lt;br /&gt;And really, that SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;It's that feeling we get when we know we've tried so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Thought we would get through,&lt;br /&gt;Then got brought and torn down by FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEESH. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[I am obsessed with Obsessed]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6286597799229819174?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6286597799229819174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6286597799229819174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6286597799229819174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6286597799229819174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/08/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7961527922320801491</id><published>2009-07-31T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:33:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded Conversation between Malaysian and Korean :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Apa khabar Brenda? Mengapa ah awak tidak pergi ke sekolah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Bukan saya di sekolah sudah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Mengapa begitu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Macam mana saya tau! Kamu tanya sendiri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Kamu gila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Oh! Aah...aah..saya gila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Aku bersetuju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Kalau begitu mengapa doktor tidak cabut gigi awak??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Apa kamu sedang cakap tentang? Saya tak faham kamu ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Mengapa begitu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Is that the only word you can say?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: No! I can say more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Higa: Don't lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: CB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Ah...nama saya Eddy? Eh no...saya nama Eddy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: NO! it's nama saya Eddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: No. Saya nama Eddy. No..it's saya ialah nama Eddy. Itulah suruh awak jangan makan gula-gula makan juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Mengapa saya tidak boleh makan? Saya terlalu gemukkah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Ah...sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: APA SUDAH?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Sudah sudah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Kamu bodoh. YA? atau TIDAK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Sudah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: =______=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Ah...apa khabar?\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Haih...KHABAR BAIK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Baik khabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: =.=" Kamu sudah makan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: No..makan sudah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: HAIHHAIHHAIH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Why are we doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: I want to post it on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: *stares at computer screen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *stares at Eddy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: *keeps staring at computer screen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*SILENCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ericca: *laughs* So funny his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Eddy, you so cute! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Mengapa tidak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: *doesn't reply..instead...*hugging Higa lovingly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Higa: Ai! SHEEBAI KIA!! Go away!...*a while later* Human motorbike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: *pretends to be human motorbike...talks in Korean*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Hyun Soo! Why your face liddat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hyun Soo: My face so nice right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scene 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eddy: Donut is better than us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Higa: Why you write Eddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eddy: *sings* 1,2,3,4,5 *slams on keyboard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms. Elaine: Eh, don't spoil the keyboard ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scene 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Florence: Brenda...err I already add you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Me? Where? Facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Florence: Uhh...ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eddy: Nvm, no need no need no need. This one useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Hyun Soo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hyun Soo: Mengapa begitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Your face...your face mengapa begitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Hyun Soo doesn't reply*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7961527922320801491?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7961527922320801491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7961527922320801491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7961527922320801491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7961527922320801491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/retarded-conversation-between-malaysian.html' title='Retarded Conversation between Malaysian and Korean :D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7887923737845571949</id><published>2009-07-29T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:36:58.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kim reads my blog :O</title><content type='html'>OMELY.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Kim actually reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;No comments whatsoever, how was I suppose to know?!&lt;br /&gt;KIM!!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Got a little frustrated over the events that were to take place in August,&lt;br /&gt;The Interact Night, The Merdeka Performance and tuitioning my neighbor's little pre-schooler grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;For P.E we didn't actually stay in school.&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually good, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in school = Circuit training+ Volleyball = :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Family Club = Badminton/Volleyball or Badminton + Volleyball = :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, our Music and P.E teacher :D told us that starting from next week, those performing during 21/8 could use P.E lessons for PRACTICE. Double awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Syaf, Bra, John, Jacqs, Darren, Christie and if can Ella gotta go to my house for practice. Yea, actually Darren recommended having ALL our practices, Tues, Thurs and Sun in Sarawak Club but it is really, really inconvenient for some of us as we either had no transport, parents busy or the fact that Sarawak Club is quite a distance away from most of our houses *except for Jacqs who live REALLY near Sarawak Club*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha we played 3 vs. 3 for badminton today :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ericca and Shannon vs. Jia Jun, Darren and Syaf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Members tend to change very often especially Jia Jun and Darren, sometimes replaced with Jacqs and Eddy =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jun and his famous "jumping-in-the-air-and-attempting-to-hit-the-shuttle" move :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always, always NEVER fails to put a smile on my face (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 you beetch!!!!! :DD dun emo anymore haha :PP asshole. *does not refer to JJ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like his facial expressions when he swings his racket towards the shuttle, to find out that what he created was an 'airball' :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim is just hilarious too LOL. He is really not bad in badminton (and he never actually took badminton for a serious game) but everytime when he and Jacqs get on the same team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore begins the war against who should hit the returned shuttlecock. Sometimes, when it's on Jacqs' side, Ibrahim hits it and this often causes them to lose to us girls ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea Ibrahim :P, you're definitely going to owe us 100 Pluses again :D. To ensure that our chance is higher, lol, we have Ericca ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plays so well T.T. Represent her school in Indon for badminton you know?! Aaaaahhh teach me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before P.E lesson however, we had our final History lesson with our beloved History teacher. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's leaving at the end of this month for SJK Stampin. ==. She passed us this book called "Memory 9A/9B" and we all wrote our testimonies and final goodbyes in that book. I made my post special by writing it in BM LOL, 'cause everyone wrote theirs in English and so to I thought she might at least remember the 5 months with me if I wrote in a different way from the others :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the students of Year 9 and I will miss you alot teacher!!! Even if I was under your guidance for only 5 months +, but who cares anyways, it's not the timespan you know me that matters but how much you have sacrificed for us students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Serena ah! LOL so cute la. It's like Christie made this card for our History teacher from manila paper and she drew our History teacher in cartoon form on the manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena: Oh you draw one izzit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie: Ya...how you know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena: Oh 'cause your drawing *points to the cartoon of History teacher* looks like Apanman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Tau Sar Pau :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we all were asked to sign the card, Serena's message was the most simplest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks - Serena Chew"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_____="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhuh, yea Serena. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7887923737845571949?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7887923737845571949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7887923737845571949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7887923737845571949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7887923737845571949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/kim-reads-my-blog-o.html' title='kim reads my blog :O'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6141364561872972365</id><published>2009-07-27T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:26:43.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally back to blogging.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back to blogging. :D&lt;br /&gt;But I can assure all of you that,&lt;br /&gt;SOON, VERY SOON to be exact,&lt;br /&gt;I would be abandoning my poor blog over here,&lt;br /&gt;And constant screams from Mel would flood my Cbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel: bren!!! update!!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh...i miss you guys :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now the month of july.&lt;br /&gt;nearly the end.&lt;br /&gt;how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;I remember back to the time when I was still with you all in the class of 3B&lt;br /&gt;until the beginning of March that was what I clearly remember.&lt;br /&gt;crying in BM class over the letter which confirmed my acceptance into the INTERNATIONAL school =.=.&lt;br /&gt;making THE choice in a single day's time and only having one day to pack ALL my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;saying a last goodbye to the familiar environment, people AND not to forget, 'smells' ;)&lt;br /&gt;posting up a letter for each of you to prove to you again that although i might not be in 3B anymore,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will still be there *and is still there*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sad for me to see the 3B photo.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't in!!!&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was in :((&lt;br /&gt;i missed the usual fuss over our hairs and how we would pose&lt;br /&gt;i miss the crazy things we did before the photograph snapped the shots&lt;br /&gt;i miss EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now realize,&lt;br /&gt;just NOW,&lt;br /&gt;that most of my recent posts&lt;br /&gt;have been flashbacks and reminiscences of what had been there&lt;br /&gt;a few months back&lt;br /&gt;it is unevitable the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;as long as we're apart PHYSICALLY,&lt;br /&gt;our friendship would distance as well.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if our hearts are still as close,&lt;br /&gt;because it's just not the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;we cry, we laugh, we share tears of laughter, tears of pain&lt;br /&gt;we move on, we make new friends&lt;br /&gt;but to keep the ones that were by you throughout most of your life&lt;br /&gt;is what one just has to do (:&lt;br /&gt;and I promise all of you back in National&lt;br /&gt;that I never have forgotten all those things we did together.&lt;br /&gt;how i miss them :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cruel hands of the clock never fails to tick rhythimically,&lt;br /&gt;giving all of us so little time to actually realize...&lt;br /&gt;how much the friends around us really matter to us&lt;br /&gt;and how much impact that they've made in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;how we failed to appreciate them while they were by our sides&lt;br /&gt;how we regret not spending enough time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but memories shall be memories.&lt;br /&gt;there will be no use crying over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to toughen up, be strong, move on...&lt;br /&gt;but one thing's for sure...&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all of you...&lt;br /&gt;how you never failed to put a smile on my face even during my darkest moments or days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6141364561872972365?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6141364561872972365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6141364561872972365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6141364561872972365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6141364561872972365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-back-to-blogging.html' title='finally back to blogging.'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6620893030263900397</id><published>2009-07-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:15:45.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back (:</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a long break, I am back at last :D&lt;br /&gt;Exam results are back and I am not very happy :(&lt;br /&gt;I found out my average, 83+ so suck ya?&lt;br /&gt;And also my position: #4 out of 25 students.&lt;br /&gt;=_____=&lt;br /&gt;I have to work harder!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things piling up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I thought of when I moved to Inter was, "Oh, okay, surely easy la since no more PMR shit or anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I move there, first few months quite okay la. Since I new ma, so I have a reason not to do well in the first term exam *angelic face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing: Speech contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st of July. Me and Serena doing for English First Language in Year 9. I have only 2 weeks left and I haven't even prepared a single piece of crap. =___=" Not only that, Serena got her topic already! :(( and I don't even have mine T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGGESTIONS PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: No sex please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: Oh...religion and politics also not allowed. Ngai ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing: Merdeka 21st August Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, how the heck can they make Merdeka Day 21st?! That is so unmerdekadayish. -.- When was Malaysia's independence given on the 21st? Just listen to the song Tanggal 31:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanggal 31,&lt;br /&gt;Bulan lapan, lima puluh tujuh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! Bulan lapan, lima puluh tujuh = 31st August, 1957!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Syaf, Kim, Me, Jacqs, Angelo and Ibrahim have to perform some dance for the "Ain't No Other Man" song that we did for the music project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Darn you guys who pulled out. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren also suggested doing a MJ tribute on that day so I might actually be taking part in it also. BTW!! Listen to Gone Too Soon - Michael Jackson. So beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of something that happened last week LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jonathan is in charge of the Merdeka assembly so he asked us if we were planning to perform anything or not *he offered merit points for those who performed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we then decided on doing a MJ tribute so we listed down all the songs we knews by Michael Jackson. There was this song called "Black or White" and LOL, what happened was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jun: Eh, I know! We can sing this song. We just put Prajwal at one end of the stage then we all stand at the other end, we can just sing it like this "It doesn't matter if we're black *points to Prajwal* or yellow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea we then talked about changing the song to "Black or YELLOW" because we Chinese are usually referred to as "yellow people", and I guess you can understand the rest of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is seriously racist you asshole so mean. Though, Prajwal doesn't mine, he was actually smiling when we talked abou it. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of the Geo Sweatshop Poster we did! That Jia Jun with his racism again, you know the place where we give credit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e.g:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jia Jun's group consisted of him, Prajwal, Dio and Shannon. So what he did was he drew these stick figures next to each person's name. For the head of the figures, he just drew a blank circle. His, Dio and Shannon's stick figure heads were coloured yellow but he coloured Prajwal's black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_______________________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd thing: Interact Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU MARK AND JESMOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I picked Jesmond up and we both went to Mark's house for practice. Guess what? They DID pick the song "Hero" by Mariah Carey and for those who actually heard that song, you know how hard it is to sing it. To make matters worse, Li Na and Johnny Chin were there too and you know how hard it is to sing in front of people you don't know =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few times practice when I finally was able to hit the high notes *barely, but thank God*, Mark decided to record it on cam because we HAD to record it and send it in for auditions/judging or some kind of crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how different my voice sound like without a mike and through a mike that is connected to an amp. O.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it. I don't think I can. My voice keep cracking and you guys know that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sings* In time...you'll find the waaaaaaaayyyyyy*crackkkkkk*...heyyy, and then a hero comes along with the strength to carry on, and you cast your fears aside, and you know you can sur*crack*vive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS DIDN'T EVEN LET ME CHOOSE MY OWN SONG! *merajuks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6620893030263900397?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6620893030263900397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6620893030263900397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'M SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SICK so I MUST be bulimic .&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR GLASSES so I MUST be a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz.&lt;br /&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT POPULAR so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POPULAR so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm FRIENDLY so I MUST be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO SCHOOL CLUBS so I MUST be a suck up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MEXICAN, I I MUST steal everything I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ACT DIFFERENT so I MUST be a show-off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T DO FASHION so I MUST be poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO FACEBOOK so I MUST have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TALENTED so I MUST be a conceited show-off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LIKE A "LOSER" so I MUST be one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WEAR MAKEUP so I MUST be a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T WEAR MAKEUP so I MUST "think i'm all that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an HONEST PERSON, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ACTRESS so I MUST be a liar.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...&lt;br /&gt;I'm A WRITER so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LIKE SCHOOL so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like DANCING, So I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I wear SKIRTS, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TALK TO BOYS so I MUST be a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WRITE SAD POETRY so I MUST be emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big DICK.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TO READ so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and that's how Russians roll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so i must be violent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BI so I MUST think every girl I see is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TO LOOK GOOD so I MUST be insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MIXED so I must be fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LIKE TO SING so I MUST be some "pop star".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in a BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST believ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e JESUS WUZ A BROTHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I’m WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.&lt;br /&gt;I Love SHOPPING so I must be rich.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an OG so I must be Mexican.I&lt;br /&gt;DO STUDENT GOVERMENT so I MUST be a class-act suck-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TRY so I MUST be an over-acheiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I act freaking CRAZY so i must be craving attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i LAUGH ALL THE TIME so i must be a party girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm British, so I MUST be either a football (soccer) obsessed drugee/alcoholic or a rich and snobby with high society english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GO TO A NEEK SCHOOL, so I MUST have no social life.I'm a neek, so I MUST not swear or talk about sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;br /&gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.&lt;br /&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE and IMMATURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;br /&gt;I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am QUIET and POLITE, so I MUST be a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;I use GOOD GRAMMAR, so I MUST be a snob.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer FANTASY and SCI-FI, so I MUST be out of touch with reality.&lt;br /&gt;I don't act DEPRESSED, so I MUST be weird.&lt;br /&gt;I am SKINNY, so I MUST be sensitive about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with some cases of ABORTION so i MUST be heartless.&lt;br /&gt;I have taken sisha, so I MUST be attention seeking.&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/8393223792659846151-645318134666539008?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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:)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2601038805335280929</id><published>2009-06-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:12:45.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Make Her Our Inspiration (:</title><content type='html'>Random Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call her selfish,&lt;br /&gt;But little do these people know deep inside, she's blaming everything that had happened on herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call her a problem kid,&lt;br /&gt;But little do these people know the problems she REALLY have in her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think those bruises on her body were results of disobedience and bad behavior,&lt;br /&gt;But little do these people know she gets abused by her father every night at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call her 'anorexically skinny',&lt;br /&gt;But little do these people know she goes to bed with restricted to little food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wonder does she smoke 'cause she reeks of fag everytime,&lt;br /&gt;But little do these people know her mom's on drugs and smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People look and her and say self-pitying worm,&lt;br /&gt;But little do these people know how strong she is in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, she fights the terror, fear and pain of everyday life,&lt;br /&gt;She is like a flower growing in the midst of mosses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the cold and merciless wind,&lt;br /&gt;That threatens to uproot her fragile frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she still stays strong,&lt;br /&gt;And bears the wind every single time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blows right through her,&lt;br /&gt;She never gives up,&lt;br /&gt;&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;Because she believes,&lt;br /&gt;Every story has a happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she believes that He will make everything alright,&lt;br /&gt;In the time that He thinks is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from then on, she endured the threats in her own life,&lt;br /&gt;The pain from the abuse,&lt;br /&gt;The sight of her semi-conscious mom,&lt;br /&gt;The ear-shattering arguments and fights between her parents,&lt;br /&gt;The pangs of hunger, the rumblings that emerged from her stomach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she remains thankful,&lt;br /&gt;She knows she is still blessed,&lt;br /&gt;And is still LUCKY,&lt;br /&gt;To be in a condition where she is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that when she wakes up,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the coldness and cruelness that surround her,&lt;br /&gt;She still has another day to live to her very best,&lt;br /&gt;When she thinks of the other people,&lt;br /&gt;Who never got the chance to see another tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl will be my inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;And she could be yours too.&lt;br /&gt;I will be thankful from now on.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll cherish every moment I have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Because one day we'll look back upon it as a fragment of our memories,&lt;br /&gt;Lest realizing how these pieces of fragments (:&lt;br /&gt;Changed us in many ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be strong,&lt;br /&gt;Not too confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be trustful,&lt;br /&gt;Not naive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be caring and compassionate,&lt;br /&gt;Not cruel or violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be courageous,&lt;br /&gt;Not to easily give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have FAITH and BELIEVE,&lt;br /&gt;Not to doubt endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To LOVE and forgive,&lt;br /&gt;Not to bear grudges and resent others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2601038805335280929?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2601038805335280929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2601038805335280929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2601038805335280929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2601038805335280929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-make-her-our-inspiration.html' title='Let&apos;s Make Her Our Inspiration (:'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4040125626586809923</id><published>2009-06-05T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:35:26.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Me Updated :((</title><content type='html'>I MISS 3B SUPER DUPER MUCH!!!!!! :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me updated on what's happening guys :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ALWAYS be here to listen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS will be interested (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just type it in the cbox at the left hand corner over der....&lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more months to PMR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim for 7As =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's re-live UPSR Result Day in 2006!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, the joy, the tears, the happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who did not get straight As for UPSR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You better get your fcking asses to work and get 7As for PMR =/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can get 7As okay???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that THIS year BM Paper II will be harder than Paper I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I heard that every year they like 'switch'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, BM Paper I was harder than Paper II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THIS year, it's more likely that Paper II will be harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, keep up!!! You can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``I LITERALLY, SERIOUSLY miss BM =(. I miss the karangans we have to do LOL. Yea, we don't do much here...and I love BM, it's a beautiful language``&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM Tips that I learn from tuition and school that I'm gonna give to you guys!!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PENTING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian A =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh: ......sebab-sebab gejala sosial semakin menular dalam kalangan remaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *points up* kata-kata kunci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- baca seluruh petikan dan menggariskan SEBAB-SEBAB sahaja (no offence guys, but Pastaman is teaching us wrrooongg. Remember last time when we did Bahagian A? He told us to underline points that are not even the 'isi' but the 'huraian' T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-untuk memastikan ringkasan kelihatan lebih kemas/teratur dan sekiranya ada masa =p, menyusun semula isi-isi yang telah dikumpulkan *andainya dapat menyusun, susun dlm bentuk kronologi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jngn lupa mengubah kata-kata isi. Contoh: satu daripada faktor yang menyumbang kepada sebab-sebab remaja melakukan gejala sosial ialah MASALAH RUMAH TANGGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalah-maslahat&lt;br /&gt;rumah tangga- yang berlaku di rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kurang drpd 80 patah perkataan =)) jika dpt. maksimum: 82 patah perkataan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian B *the section I hate most*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-memahami apa yang diperlukan oleh soalan *crap, my BM sucks sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh: ....punca-punca kemalangan jalan raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-menenangkan fikiran dan minda dahulu. jngn panik!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fikir sebab-sebab kemalangan di jalan raya berlaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sekurang-kurangnya 3 isi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-membuat peta minda seandainya mempunyai masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab-sebab kemalangan di j.raya - pemandu yang tidak mematuhi peraturan jalan raya&lt;br /&gt;                                                            - masalah dengan kenderaan pemandu&lt;br /&gt;                                                            - sikap pemandu yang x prihatin terhadap keselamatan&lt;br /&gt;                                                               sendiri dan orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huraikan dengan ringkas untuk setiap isi :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian C *my favourite*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pastikan kalian ingatilah format-format esei (e.g: Surat Rasmi dan Tidak Rasmi, Berita, Laporan, Ucapan, Perbahasan...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hiya the same la =p. think of the isi but take more time to think of how you going to elaborate/huraikan on each isi to make your karangan interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g: Isis and elaborations for the topic of "Mengapa Permainan Tradisional Semakin Dilupakan oleh Generasi Kini"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---~Pawana ini, teknologi semakin bertambah canggih dan moden. Negara kita sedang mengalami anjakan paradigma yang ketara. Permainan-permainan tradisional seperti congkak, gasing dan wau telah diggantikan dengan permainan yang telah tercipta dengan teknologi terkini. Antara permainan-permainan moden yang telah menggantikan permainan tradisional termasuklah PlayStation, GameBoy, PSP, permainan komputer, permainan video dan sebagainya. Dengan adanya permainan-permainan ini, generasi muda telah lupa akan kepentingan permainan tradisional. Permainan tradisional dapat dianggap sebagai sesuatu 'adat' yang telah diwarisi secara turun-temurun. Permainan tradisional tidak harus dilupai oleh generasi muda karena permainan tradisional merupakan sesuatu yang mencerminkan adat dan budaya negara kita. Walaupun permainan-permainan dasawarsa lebih moden dan mungkin lebih bersesuaian dengan citarasa generasi muda terkini, golongan muda harus sedar bahawa mereka harus memikul tanggungjawab masing-masing untuk memastikan bahawa adat permainan tradisional tidak akan pudar dan harus dikekalkan untuk generasi-generasi yang akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-baca novel kamu LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LDDSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Timulak Kapal Perang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ekspedisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- baca nota yang diberi oleh Cikgu Agien pada tahun yang lalu. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I recommend Cikgu Joey's tuition. Fun and berkesan***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good luck okay guys???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how much I care for you!! XDDD *looks up to all the points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if it doesn't help you much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna see y'all get straight A's!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to see your results!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3B! Make sure you guys get the best overall result in PMR okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our Logo for 2B in 2008: -2B or not 2B-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you choose, to be or not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To study hard or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To excel or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to say our class was best in sports AND studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make it happen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fricking miss you guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the random and fun times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting near the rubbish bin. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chung Yee's psychotic laugher XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jethro's farts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Winston and Kenneth bullying Robin and Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cikgu Lim's "okei"s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cikgu Yap's "cryptic look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pastaman's reaction when Joshua didn't stick his paper in his book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss assemblies over there *we weren't even told next year's musical would be HSM =/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the SPACE, all the SPACE we had to roam around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kolly's OperaLaugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my M.A.F.I.A crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girls of 3B who made La's last days in Lodge so memorable ((*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ely and how we would sit together and talk often ending our conversations talking about Him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Joshua's retardedness and how CCY, Tzin Hwa and Jia Jia would put cellotape on his legs and rip his leg hairs off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss EVERYTHING about 3B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class, the enthusiasm, the smell, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3B FOREVER &lt;3333&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/8393223792659846151-4040125626586809923?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4040125626586809923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4040125626586809923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4040125626586809923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4040125626586809923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/keep-me-updated.html' title='Keep Me Updated :(('/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6433776398114594296</id><published>2009-06-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:25:06.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES PLEASE I DEMAND EVERYONE'S ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE READ WHAT I'M ABOUT TO WRITE UNDER HERE SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiajpfIFqbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Aw8UGCKUqYM/s1600-h/femmieeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiajpfIFqbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Aw8UGCKUqYM/s320/femmieeeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343137941047060914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femmieeee ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I might not know who Femmie is,&lt;br /&gt;She might not be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;But she is Brenda's friend, so,&lt;br /&gt;I want to pray for,&lt;br /&gt;Her mom, Mrs. Teo (:&lt;br /&gt;Who will be undergoing,&lt;br /&gt;An operation today&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to ask You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;To look down upon her,&lt;br /&gt;And be by her side throughout,&lt;br /&gt;The entire procedure,&lt;br /&gt;Be her refuge, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Take her under your wings, that she may be,&lt;br /&gt;Held safe from all possibilities of,&lt;br /&gt;Wrong-goings, and we strongly believe,&lt;br /&gt;She will be safe, she will pull through with,&lt;br /&gt;No difficulties whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;Because You O Lord, is and has always,&lt;br /&gt;Been with her throughout the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to pray for Femmie or,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as Samantha/Sam,&lt;br /&gt;As well as her siblings,&lt;br /&gt;That Lord you would give them the strength,&lt;br /&gt;Faith, and hope they need during this time,&lt;br /&gt;It is hard when one of your loved ones goes&lt;br /&gt;Through an operation that runs a 50/50 risk,&lt;br /&gt;Fear and insecurity gripped their hearts Lord,&lt;br /&gt;They need Your unfaltering love and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Feel their hearts with Your love and warmth,&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, FAITH and TRUST,&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be alright,&lt;br /&gt;Because You would be there, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;You would make everything alright,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out perfectly O.K,&lt;br /&gt;Because You're always here to stay...&lt;br /&gt;Amen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femmie this is for youuu =)))...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how terrifying and scary this incident is and keep the FAITH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom will be ALRIGHT because the Lord will be with her throughout the whole operation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6433776398114594296?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6433776398114594296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6433776398114594296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6433776398114594296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6433776398114594296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-please-i-demand-everyones-attention.html' title=''/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiajpfIFqbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Aw8UGCKUqYM/s72-c/femmieeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4485488731831956745</id><published>2009-06-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:42:06.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Progressed Okay?! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDcKfX-GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/X26xLil_GdU/s1600-h/hellokittyfender1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDcKfX-GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/X26xLil_GdU/s320/hellokittyfender1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343102527797196898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OOOOO...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDktLjtWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X6u8WZLzp0/s1600-h/hellokittyfender2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDktLjtWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X6u8WZLzp0/s320/hellokittyfender2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343102674548274530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHH.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDyTMjtlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kGHDJPfnWcY/s1600-h/hellokittyfender3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDyTMjtlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kGHDJPfnWcY/s320/hellokittyfender3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343102908091315794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:DDDDDDDD.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And it's MINE. =) I BOUGHT THE GUITAR THAT I HAD CRAVED FOR FOR OVER 1 YEAR!!!!! THE HELLO KITTY BLACK FENDER ELECTRIC GUITAR!!! Only for RM 1395. And I bought the Marshall MG 10 mini amp *latest one* which was actually RM 435, and also those adorably COOL Hello Kitty pick. All for only RM 1600+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dam, isn't that uncle generous?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I made so many friends in Inter in a matter of 2+ months!!!!!!!!!!! BUT, not all I was close to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SERENA, SYAF, KIM, FEMMIE :D - the people you just HAVE to be friends with when you get there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They're the best seriously in the school seriously (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No one can rock it as much as they can, they're da GHETTO-EST, GANGSTER-EST , HIPP-EST, HOTT-EST, SHEXI-EST people ever to step into Lodge International. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;3 style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="color:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He's the best guy friend that I could ever have. &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love ya, hun *winks*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He will always be there no matter what,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We can tell each other stuff that we girls and guys can't usually tell each other,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Cause we trust each other yea? ;)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Best friends forever ******  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EDDYYY YOU'RE MY BEETCH =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes you are, you sexy YOU! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So horny man this guy =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But he's still a great friend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PATRICK MY PATRICIA XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Man, once you get to know this guy, you'll never forget him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And never get enough of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He's this guy who says things that become like the "quotes" of Year 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Such as the most popular *and sorry to say, cute* one : "TEEHEE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And his unending love for POK! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Until POK ice-cream jg ada eleh...=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;JEONG KWANNNNNNNNN, MY TEDDY BEAR &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This guy is so adorable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just want to hug him REAAAAAAALLLLLLYY tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SO CUTE LAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just like teddy bear liddat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And he's got that sweet-and-innocent manner...=}}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dance REALLY WELL, got the highest for Music Project *congrats!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MELVIN SIAW!!!! ``Guru Lampuku``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OMELYOMELYOMELYOMELY *to pa tu: see i still use the omely term*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Melvin is SUPERHOTHOTHOTHOT. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This guy is like the ultimate PRO in dancing man. It's like he's good at dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;His BROTHER, did i mention, MICHAEL SIAW!!!!!!!, is FREAKING good at piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael plays the Lu Xiao Yu song by EAR and he doesn't learn the PIANO O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DAM HE'S GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love to annoy Melv. Always poke him =p. But dun dare to go over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Scared later he beh song me o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;JIA JUN, the FUNNY MAN :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn, this guy's funny :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From his hilarious version of stomach vibrato to his 'retro and hip' dance moves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND not to forget!! his unforgettable rendition of Nickelback's "Gotta Be Somebody"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ostracised often :P trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fun to arm wrestle with and he gets seizures o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Yes, it sounds scary and when we actually see it it might be scary but now it's funny ;p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HYUN SOO, HIGA'S TEDDY BEAR and AMELINE'S FIANCE!!!!! XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL it all started when Ameline decided to pretend to like Hyun Soo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KIK!!!! Super hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When Ameline sat next to him, he moved away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Math class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ms. Song: Hyun Soo, if you don't want to do work, can you get out of my class, please?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Who vote that Hyun Soo should leave the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*99% of class raises hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Who vote Hyun Soo should stay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Ameline raises hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh ya, not to forget this LOLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Hyun Soo when is your birthday??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyun Soo: 19 November 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Izzit?! You know Ameline's birthday is also November?! Like I think November 20th or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyun Soo: Oh izzit?? Mine is 19 November 1994 *air-draws 1-9-9-4 with his ibu jari*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Ameline! When is your birthday??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ameline: 19th November. Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ALAN, MY CHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;COLATE ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pro pimple poker!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He poked Jia Jun's pimple!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HE POKED JIA JUN'S PIMPLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, I'm not being sakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, it's something big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you know how humongous that pimple was?! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It wasn't a normal sized pimple. It was BIGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And this guy actually used his super-stable hands to press out the pus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oooh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*APPLAUSE INTERVAL WHICH LASTS FOR ABOUT 10 SECONDS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And did I mention he is also Mr. Popular?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, nearly everyone at National know who Alan Then is okay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Super fast runner from International who's really hot *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alan ohhhhh....Ladies' Man *AHEM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And not to mention his best feature: Always BEING RANDOM at RANDOM TIMES =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;``That's my progress in Inter, I guess. Oh I forgot one more person!!!! Though I'm not very close to him...``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIN SOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Korean handsome leng-zai guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For P.E lesson last week, we were asked to run in the hall for 12 MINUTES *long right* and see how many rounds we can run overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So Jin Soo was running with Max and another Korean guy, *I think it's Zohan a.k.a Jong Han but not sure*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then all of us girls were like rooting for Jin Soo LOL and we were like "those other guys are so jealous 'cause we're all like rooting for Jin Soo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dam that guy is so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He can do triple skip okay?! That's something not a lot of 16-year-olds can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Triple skip = Rope goes underneath feet 3 TIMES in 1 JUMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:-P/S: This year's Musical Evening was a disappointment. I only liked the 'Cater To You' performance, RAINISM!!!!!!! and Around The World in 12 Minutes. The others were either okay or a huge disappointment. Sorry people ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4485488731831956745?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4485488731831956745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4485488731831956745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4485488731831956745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4485488731831956745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/06/ooooo.html' title='I Progressed Okay?! XD'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SiaDcKfX-GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/X26xLil_GdU/s72-c/hellokittyfender1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6222330467621077212</id><published>2009-05-23T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:51:10.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You spin my head right round, right round (:</title><content type='html'>Haha. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys know my usual 'habit' already *not updating for a LONG time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HERE's the update (well, if you still want to know =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Music Project practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group consists of 10 people actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Syaf, Kim, Serena, Janna, Min Hyuk, Raymond, Jia Jun and Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT unfortunately, Raymond didn't make it to ANY of the practises and didn't even show up on the day of our performance. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we went to Serena's house for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and Jacqs keep farting. It's seriously annoying. It's like you're dancing and their there "poot-ing" around. =______________="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: *Ain't no other, ain't ain't no other other*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: Wait, I need to fart. *rushes outside the room *poot* *comes back in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the day of our performance, my temper just BOOM-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, dunno why. Ever since this year, my temper became so...SHORT. I must learn to be more calm...=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid Year 6 kids broke Syaf's bottle and wouldn't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I banged on their door and said 'Fu(k U' ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are SERIOUSLY annoying. I would beat their asses up if I could. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways!!! We did fine although there was one part I screwed up at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to all join together in one verticle line for the last chorus, but I dunno how I suddenly spin to the front -.-. Then when I made my way back, everyone did the 'separate into two lines' part already and I was like LMAO-ing =.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL, we got 441/2 out of 50!! And that's like the best score in Year 9. :DDD. Things MIGHT change...Ameline's group haven't performed yet. I just hope we're still the highest la! &gt;&lt;" 'cause we really really worked REALLY hard for this. The guys had to do stuff they didn't want to okay?! And for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE, I actually contributed to the choreography XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We had to shake our asses, 'flirt with the guys' and act like b!tches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling some people assume that we copied them. Like the fact that we decided to do the 'boy-girl couple' thing. Well, WE DIDN'T COPY YOU, OKAY?! Even IF WE DID, what's the use anyway?? It's not like we copied your MOVES, right?! and, it's not like you're the ones that INVENTED partner dancing or something. Doesn't mean you do that, we can't do it as well. It's like, for example, your favourite colour is pink. So do you go around assuming that other people whose favourite colour is also pink COPIED YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIH. I am so tired of blogging, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post in the cbox yea? =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6222330467621077212?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6222330467621077212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6222330467621077212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6222330467621077212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6222330467621077212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-spin-my-head-right-round-right.html' title='You spin my head right round, right round (:'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4824748827013728400</id><published>2009-05-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:45:13.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random RetaRded conveRsation lol.</title><content type='html'>Random Convo =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;DATS MY ASS!!   ----------------?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;*--------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s y a f? says:&lt;br /&gt;join me to stop Retard Testing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;let's treat angelo nicely from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SSKAM JacQ JacQ-    her! says:&lt;br /&gt;ur ass? whr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s y a f? says:&lt;br /&gt;on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [oh crap,i forgot tmrw gt practice] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4824748827013728400?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4824748827013728400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4824748827013728400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4824748827013728400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4824748827013728400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-retarded-conversation-lol.html' title='Random RetaRded conveRsation lol.'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1642433410855846537</id><published>2009-05-12T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:20:26.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROPIMPLEPOKER!!!</title><content type='html'>Chocolate is a pro pimple poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He poked Jia Jun's HUMONGOUS GROTESQUE pimple just now in Math lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the yellow thingy come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pissed early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren didn't come for History period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So teacher deducted our group's marks, 'cause we were suppose to be the first to present&lt;br /&gt;and the information and the ENTIRE project is with Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White ants INVADED the ceiling of our English Classroom (Room 215) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Serra...the white ants keep dropping on her table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Peter took one of the ants and popped it into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jason did the "Hallelujah" anthem in English class today, twice at diff times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just said "Hallelujah" while he did the singing version :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting wit Gabriel from now on, during BM lesson. Middle seats, 2nd front row =.=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick keep tee hee-ing. =______=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL and he ended up wit AMY. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SANGUINE AND A PHLEGMATIC. not a good combination. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK PATRICK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanguine - Talker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phlegmatic - Peacemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science lesson we did the potassium experiment again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dear National friends ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this really swell experiment! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like we filled a glass container with water&lt;br /&gt;then we take like sodium first out of a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then placed it on a tile and cut a TINY bit out of it and dropped it in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: The sodium fiiiiizzzzzzeeeeeeddddd in the water and dissolved completely then got hydrogen gas come out o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sodium, we put potassium. We put a TINY TINY bit first into the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction: The potassium produced a red flame and exploded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we sakai students XP...got OVER-EXCITED and we keep putting potassium and the last piece, which Aw cut was SMALL but NOT TINY. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he put it in and a big red flame just WHOOSHED out :O and it exploded and the water splashed everywhere =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we didn't get to play the "Jia Jun's Money" game :(. Everyone was really hardworking today. It's like we were still doing work at 3:15 and there was only was only 15 minutes left til' dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't know what "Jia Jun's Money" is, it's a game where we pin down poor Jia Jun, take "big" cash out of his wallet (the first episode we took RM 10) and hide it with someone without letting him see and he has to ask everyone. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie: Can we play the game? PLEAASSEE?? PLEAAAASSEEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Hyuk: Don't wan! I don't want to take the GHAY'S money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih...sometimes I feel so sorry for Jia Jun but it's just impossible not to make fun of him la XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today Jia Jun asked me in Math lesson again, "Where do you have to touch a girl to turn her on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1642433410855846537?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1642433410855846537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1642433410855846537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1642433410855846537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1642433410855846537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/propimplepoker.html' title='PROPIMPLEPOKER!!!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7610573906109066596</id><published>2009-05-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:45:49.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 50- Sharing of Faith :D</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the EXTREMELY LATE post on Psalm 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, the psalm that begins the sharing of our faith in blogs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who don't bother scrolling down to read the psalm here it is again...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVE GOD WITH A SINCERE HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 The God of gods, the Lord has spoken,&lt;br /&gt;he summons the earth from the rising of the sun to its setting.&lt;br /&gt;2 God has shone from Zion, perfect in beauty.&lt;br /&gt;3 God is no longer silent, he comes;&lt;br /&gt;before him is a devouring fire,&lt;br /&gt;around him a raging storm.&lt;br /&gt;4 He calls to the heavens above,&lt;br /&gt;and to the earth below,&lt;br /&gt;that he may judge his people.&lt;br /&gt;5 "Gather before my faithful ones,&lt;br /&gt;who made a covenant with me by sacrifice."&lt;br /&gt;6 The heavens will proclaim his sentence,&lt;br /&gt;for God himself is the judge.&lt;br /&gt;7 "Hear, O my people, for I am speaking.&lt;br /&gt;I will accuse you, O Israel,&lt;br /&gt;I am God, Your God!&lt;br /&gt;8 Not for your sacrifices do I reprove you,&lt;br /&gt;for your burnt offerings are ever before me.&lt;br /&gt;9 I need no bull from your stalls,&lt;br /&gt;nor he-goat from your pens.&lt;br /&gt;10 For I own all the beasts of the forest&lt;br /&gt;and the animals of my thousand hills.&lt;br /&gt;11 All the birds of the air I know;&lt;br /&gt;all that move in the fields are mine.&lt;br /&gt;12 I need not tell you if I were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;for mine is the world and all that it contains.&lt;br /&gt;13 Do I eat the flesh of bulls&lt;br /&gt;or drink the blood of goats?&lt;br /&gt;14 Yet offer to God a sacrifice of thanks,&lt;br /&gt;and fulfill your vows to the Most High,&lt;br /&gt;15 Call on me in time of calamity;&lt;br /&gt;I will deliver you, and you will glorify me."&lt;br /&gt;16 But God says this to the wicked;&lt;br /&gt;"What right have you to mouth my laws,&lt;br /&gt;or to talk about my covenant?&lt;br /&gt;17 You hate my commands&lt;br /&gt;and cast my words behind you.&lt;br /&gt;18 You join a thief when you meet one;&lt;br /&gt;you keep company with adulterers,&lt;br /&gt;19 You have a mouth of evil&lt;br /&gt;and a deceitful tongue.&lt;br /&gt;20 You speak ill of your brother,&lt;br /&gt;and slander your own mother's son.&lt;br /&gt;21 Because I was silent while you did these things,&lt;br /&gt;you thought I was like you.&lt;br /&gt;But now I rebuke you&lt;br /&gt;and make this charge against you.&lt;br /&gt;22 Give this a thought, you who forget God,&lt;br /&gt;lest I tear you to pieces with no one to help you.&lt;br /&gt;23 Those who give with thanks offerings honor me,&lt;br /&gt;but the one who walks blamelessly,&lt;br /&gt;I will show him the salvation of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this psalm is based on the revealation of the glory and might of God. As he was quiet for a long time, he chooses to take action then and presents himself in a majestic way. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the righteous and upright (referred to as the Israelites in the Psalm), he will deliver them from their labour and in turn, they will praise Him for what He has done for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not want sacrifices or burnt offering, but He wants His people to walk in the straight path, every single each and every one of us and along the path He will always be there to guide us so that we won't stray from the path =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to this however, God speaks up to the wicked and the deceitful ones. He questions them, asking them by what right do they have to speak of the commandments when they do not put it into practice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, he then promises that His people, the ones that remained upright, righteous and faithful, will receive salvation, one of the blessings He would bestow upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7610573906109066596?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7610573906109066596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7610573906109066596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7610573906109066596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7610573906109066596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-for-extremely-late-post-on-psalm.html' title='Psalm 50- Sharing of Faith :D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7604955207705771460</id><published>2009-05-11T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:33:22.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic Monday ;p</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU JANNA FOR BORROWING ME DA SKIPPING ROPE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the skipping rope with no handles =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school. We paying RM 1,800 per term and they don't provide us with good facilities. =__="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wil have to train extra hard today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping rope re-sit test on Wednesday =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my first test. I only jumped 47 in i think 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really sucks. 47 in 60 seconds. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim told me I was skipping wrong &gt;&lt;, 'cause I bent my knees, so with the help of Kim and Da Eun, I learned more on the proper way of skipping :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNG MIN and that new-Korean-guy-from-9B-who-can-beatbox is SO PRO AT SKIPPING!!! OMELY LA. i still remember jus now lunch time, I was about to put the retarded green skipping rope into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Korean guy asked me whether he could try, and he did the DOUBLE SKIP. EFFORTLESSLY. WITHOUT WARM-UP OR ANYTHING. CRAP! $@%#%!Q^@#*&amp;amp;. lol. I'm not actually swearing by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, Jung Min tried and SHE DID IT TOO! :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Koreans are super good at skipping rope. ALL of them. -__-. So fricking unfair KIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: *does the double skip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higa: *laughs* think you Superman izzit?! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean guy: *stops, laughs a little, then do the double skip again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higa: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i dun get how he does "SLOW-MOTION JUMPING" =.=. It's like when he double skips, he's jumps up and comes down REAAALLLYY SLOWLY...o.o. Like can control gravity liddat =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Double skip is jump one time and rope goes beneath ur feet twice, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW at this moment, 8:30 pm, I am talking to Eon on MSN KIK! so random ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me got ERT test tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaedah membuat biskut dan kek. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI! WHY NOBODY TELL ME YOU ALL GOT ERT TEST???&lt;br /&gt;STUDY HARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;tml i gt ert test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;on wad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;kaedah membuat biskut dan kek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;gud luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;must learn how to "liak kiu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;yea thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;tis time teacher didn't even throw kiu 2 s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;no tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOD learn more &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;or mayb she did give..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eon says:&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't liak d kiu again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panda sia (: [chocolate calls me panda o.o] says:&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7604955207705771460?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7604955207705771460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7604955207705771460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7604955207705771460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7604955207705771460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-manic-monday-p.html' title='Just another Manic Monday ;p'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4503071296164601154</id><published>2009-05-10T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:46:58.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=] Update from Inter........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HI EVERYONE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL redundant overexcitedness...=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea...guess I've not been updating a lot these days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="dtxt2"&gt;8 May 09, 19:03&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="pn_std"&gt;ely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: bren!! update pleaseee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/1/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="dtxt2"&gt;28 Apr 09, 21:06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="pn_std"&gt;melissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: lol SURE kolly.. brendah siah you have not updated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="dtxt"&gt;25 Apr 09, 22:35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="pn_std"&gt;ely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: hey bren! updateee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" src="http://www.cbox.ws/smilies/1/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="dtxt2"&gt;18 Apr 09, 09:09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="pn_std"&gt;melissaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: doing his so "cute" actions xDD woooohhhh BRENDAH UPDATEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay so here's the update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the first thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I SUPER DUPER POOPER LOOPER HOOPER MISS YOU GUYS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm missing out on all the fun. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hhmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;International life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We got our report cards back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am TERRIBLY DISAPPOINTED at my results. especially my average: 76+ nia. wtheck man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We have a music project to complete by may 22 (one day before pa tu's bday (; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and we're doing "Ain't No Other Man" by Christina Aguilera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our group is probably one of the groups that consists of the most members seriously:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls- Me, Syaf, Kim, Serena, Janna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boys- Jacques, Darren, Min Hyuk, Jia Jun [maybe Raymond IF he does come]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm...feels like got one guy missing...but I don't think got leh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adds up to 10 people in 1 group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doing Ain't No Other Man. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AAAAHHH!!! I'm stuck wit da high notes :S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the problem is the 'high notes' are not even 'high' and I have problems reaching it. It's not even in the original key! It's  LOWER. AARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, back to Inter Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My dear Toilet Sia, OperaLaugh, Pam :p, and Sia Pa Tu are eagerly anticipating my next post about InterLife I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I FRICKING MISS YOU GUYS!!! =(. No matter how many friends I gain or lose, none can ever replace y'all. For you have been with me always, through the bad times, through the good, through the ups, downs, hards, softs...=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched Love is Cinta last night. I used up 10+ wads of tissues, for wiping my tears and blowing my nose. I promise to myself, this hols, if we're around, we go Serena house and watch Love is Cinta together. If you don't cry, you're heartless. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Things are getting better at Inter. I used to think when I first came, that I was going to be one of those "i-won't-fit-in" types. Now, I've grown closer to some of the people there :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Higa, Gabriel, Syaf, Serena, Kim, Jia Jun, Ibrahim, Aw, Raymond, Alan (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some of the people who brighten up my life there. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So tired now. I have no mood to blog nowadays...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I feel sorry for Jia Jun and his ghayness. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL Jacqs and Darren got a vid of him saying sumthin like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"My thing erected five miles long!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-__________________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah! And there was this time in Math class, when Jia Jun was counselling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jia Jun: You know you should not do that. Just do what I do: go to RedTube.com and watch some good porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=_____="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THE RETARDED JIA JUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4503071296164601154?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4503071296164601154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4503071296164601154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4503071296164601154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4503071296164601154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-from-inter.html' title='=] Update from Inter........'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3547406439462199896</id><published>2009-04-12T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:26:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Clear The Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a very annoying, debative, agressive, might-be-incomprehensive-to-some-people post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And THIS is the situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WARNING: This are just examples. I am not referring to anyone. Please don't pera. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment 1: Emos are people who do not deserve to even have a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment 2: Emos are stupid people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment 3: I don't know what they find so FUN about cutting themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment 4: Emos are sh*t people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comment 5: Emos don't deserve a place in our society. Go home ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you this first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emo IS NOT A PERSON, YOU KCUFHEAD -__________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From WIKIPEDIA DUMBBUTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (pronounced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Pronunciation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)" class="IPA"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"&gt;/ˈiːmoʊ/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) is a style of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music" title="Rock music"&gt;rock music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; typically characterized by melodic musicianship and expressive, often confessional lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In addition to music, "emo" is often used more generally to signify a particular relationship between fans and artists, and to describe related aspects of fashion, culture, and behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----END OF DEFINITION-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DID THEY SAY ANYTHING ABOUT EMOS being PEOPLE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO SHADDUP AND DUN ASSUME IF YOU ARE NOT SURE ABOUT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to people who has a same viewpoint as the "Comment 3: I don't know what they find so FUN about cutting themselves", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHO THE HECK EVER SAID CUTTING WAS FUN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is basically maybe a way for these people to release the anger and hurt and all the pain that they've suffered in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because nothing else works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turning the radio on so loud so nobody hears you scream. Failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hit/Damage/Throw/Toss Stuff. Failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least they don't COMMIT SUICIDE okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And emos cut not to suicide, don't assume i say again, don't assume and most importantly don't JUDGE, you buttpoos. *you know who you are u ssaholes.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are all IMperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So who are YOU to judge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't answer can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAN YOU?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then oh please, shut your filthy mouth. =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The people here who cut/depressed are usually people who have problems in their live compared to you anti-"emos" SPOILED BRATS who live "oh-so-perfect-and-happy" life wit things like perhaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your MOMMY scolding u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your DADDY not buying that that new phone for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the "OH-GAWD-IT'S-THE-END-OF-MY-WORLD-I-WANT-TO-DIE problem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why don't you try putting yourself into a situation where maybe these people have to live wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Fathers who come home drunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Mothers who take drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Divorced Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Parents who abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Cheating parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Unhappy families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Death of a family member that was really close to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Members of families that molest/rape them and they can't do anything about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Parents that DON'T get them what they want or in better terms, NEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bet YOU who criticize these people never actually GOT YOURSELF THESE SITUATIONS DID YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DID YOU??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WELL THEN TRY PUTTING YOURSELF INTO THESE SITUATIONS TO SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I BET IF YOU BEING ALL SPOILED BRATTISH-LIKE AND ALL THAT WOULD PROBABLY HAVE COMMITED SUICIDE MONTHS AGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CENTURIES...MILLENIUMS AGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-____________________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3547406439462199896?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3547406439462199896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3547406439462199896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3547406439462199896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3547406439462199896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-clear-situation.html' title='Let Me Clear The Situation'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6171116185776708402</id><published>2009-04-10T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:47:50.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron =p</title><content type='html'>This is a special post...&lt;br /&gt;To a special person...&lt;br /&gt;Whom I guess was called to the Lord on Wednesday the 8th of April 2009...&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Teo Ching Yong *lol i got your Chinese name from 2008's school mag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I didn' know him that well...&lt;br /&gt;I actually got to know him back in 2006 =p.&lt;br /&gt;When if I was not wrong, our school had it's "perasmian" or more common terms,&lt;br /&gt;Open Day.&lt;br /&gt;You were one of the guys that were asked to help carry the tables away to clear space for the event.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you had to carry one of those teacher's table by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;So I remember asking you if you need help and helping you carry it to the old block ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from just that incident, I found you to be a really nice guy =D.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even complain when you were needed to carry the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 9 April 2009, when I heard the news...&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord...I felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may not have known you as well as people like Ashley XD&lt;br /&gt;But to know that the guy that was really nice to me 3 years ago is gone from this world,&lt;br /&gt;Really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to convince myself.&lt;br /&gt;That death is not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;In a new place...&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what I think,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel sad...&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I listen to dat dam Ipod =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song 'Yesterday' or 'One Sweet Day' comes out,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll start thinking...&lt;br /&gt;What the heck did this guy do to deserve death so early,&lt;br /&gt;Yea...maybe God had better plans for you...&lt;br /&gt;But STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dearly missed by all your friends and family out here.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to watch over us, ya? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Aaron...=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always hold you in our hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:14 - We believe that Jesus died and rose; it will be the same for those who have died in Jesus. God will bring them together with Jesus and for his sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6171116185776708402?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6171116185776708402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6171116185776708402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6171116185776708402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6171116185776708402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaron-p.html' title='Aaron =p'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1057224222483268888</id><published>2009-04-05T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:06:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAH!!!</title><content type='html'>it's 4:45 a.m in the morning and this time I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and I'm proud to announce that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly stayed up wit me the whole night tonight =DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, both of us didn't sleep and thank God she stayed awake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, cramming for subjects like history is so NORMAL la. I mean, actually 40+ pages is considered very little liaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In National, these poor victims (including Kolly) hv to study like over 20 chapters of SEJARAH for their FIRST TERM exam. ==. i noe how it feels. it's TORTUROUS! O.O. I am not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked wit Mr. Willy last nite. Ask whether can go his tuition o not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i will see u in TUITION&lt;br /&gt;me: *devil emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;mr.w: another monster coming&lt;br /&gt;me: wad da heck&lt;br /&gt;me: EEEE&lt;br /&gt;me: teacher!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: T.T&lt;br /&gt;mr.w: hopefully you are the tame one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYA TEACHER. LAME LA =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha jkjk ^^ dun b offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left; width: 362px; height: 917px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:17:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;josh fooling around  wif sainta claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:05 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;WAD DA  HECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:07 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;y u not  jealous meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:10 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:13 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:24 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;he go  flirt wit santa ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:27 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;i don give a  fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:29 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:31 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:36 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;cuz i fuck  him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:36 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;=)_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:37 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;wad type  of gay partner is dis ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:39 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;=  =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:40 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:42 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:43 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:45 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;LOLL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:45 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;he's NO LONGER  GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:50 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;why not?  =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:51 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;HE BECOME THEEE AH  BENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:52 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;he not virgin  liaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:56 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;cos u fck  him ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:19:01 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:19:04 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;he fuck other  ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the 'bring-back-memories' conversation alai, ccy and me hv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do NOT approve of the swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kio ee lang mai swear a neh chey pai kok be hiau tia. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left; width: 364px; height: 3021px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:17:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;josh fooling around  wif sainta claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:05 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;WAD DA  HECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:07 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;y u not  jealous meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:10 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:13 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;sainta claus always  say ho ho ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:17 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;jealous  for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:21 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;he cheat  on u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:24 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;he go  flirt wit santa ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:27 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;i don give a  fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:29 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:31 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(, alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:36 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;cuz i fuck  him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:36 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;=)_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:37 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;wad type  of gay partner is dis ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:39 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(, alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;=  =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:40 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;LOL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:42 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:43 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:45 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;LOLL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:45 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(, alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;he's NO LONGER  GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:50 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;why not?  =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:51 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(, alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;HE BECOME THEEE AH  BENG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:52 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;he not virgin  liaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:56 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(, alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:18:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;cos u fck  him ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:19:01 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;4/5/2009&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;9:19:04 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;alai&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]- ChungYee[/b], i miss and need my ko in melbourne :(&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Segoe Script;" &gt;he fuck other  ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of swearing&lt;br /&gt;mai swear mai swear ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay liaw la...it's 5:01 a.m now. better start studying my zzzz....literature. and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1057224222483268888?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1057224222483268888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1057224222483268888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1057224222483268888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1057224222483268888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaah.html' title='AAAH!!!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3767705999255532198</id><published>2009-04-04T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:48:10.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So SWEET!</title><content type='html'>da says everytime i talk wit u i smile says:&lt;br /&gt;U MISS ME O NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da says everytime i talk wit u i smile says:&lt;br /&gt;XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChungYee says:&lt;br /&gt;yes LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3767705999255532198?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3767705999255532198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3767705999255532198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3767705999255532198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3767705999255532198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-sweet.html' title='So SWEET!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5028281925975300900</id><published>2009-04-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:02:56.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dunno Why But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTJKG8iBvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MILV34-Ggbw/s1600-h/jloh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTJKG8iBvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MILV34-Ggbw/s320/jloh1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320098235331774194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but these past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that friends around me do, reminds me of J.Loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I miss him really really much! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...the time at the airport when the whole group of us gathered together at 8 a.m to see him off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before he passed thru those gates, we cried the 'parc' out of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Dawn and Yi Yong, the crazy three that were laughing + crying at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when he passed through the checking thingy where you have to put your bags through and it beeped and the guards had to check you &gt;&lt;. that was something to cheer us up.   But again we cried. Because we know, you're gonna be so far awwaaayyy...   We in Kuching.  You in NZ.  I tell you this:  I will take as many small bowl of chilli as you want at your favourite Kolo Mee stall opposite Green Road, just to see you again =)   I will not scream at you to shut up whenever you talk in BM tuition..."J.Loh SHUT UP!". No more, considered you come back again...  So sudden...it's like we thought you would leave AFTER PMR...den you broke the news to us: You were gonna leave in the beginning of the year and the time you told me about it, which was in Cikgu Joey's BM tuition, you had only ONE MONTH left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all dearly dearly DEARLY miss you! =(  Your timetable is still cello-taped on the wall in 3A =p. But you know what?  I'm not gonna say goodbye. No, I won't. Because...it ain't goodbye ya noe? It's see you again...  'Cause..=))..we'll be seeing you after PMR when you will come back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nic put in his msg he beat his fren in Wii Tennis =p.   Then I remember that day I went to your house for debate discussion...and I was the only one, so basically we weren't serious. There was that same annoying cat that you hated so much 'cause it always chose your backyard to sleep and poop in?  I remember when you said you wanted to kill it and I didn't believe you at all so I gave you the chopper.   And we went to the backyard, and when you lifted the chopper it ran through a hole in your wall to your neighbour's house =D. But anyways, it wasn't as if you would kill it, you're too kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you showed me that awesome skipping rope stunt you could do. Like the one where you have two skips in one jump. That was seriously SERIOUSLY good. Your rope went so fast, sparks came out of it O.O.  THEN  THEN THEN THEN!  You went and play your Wii! LOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you played the Tennis one where you had to hit the wall. LOL.  You got insulted 'cause I kept laughing at you XD, 'cause whenever you hit the wall, the most you could ever hit back was 4 times?  Sigh...good times...ooh!!!   And that time!!!!   When we all went to McD for the debate gathering.  Me, You, Ned, Pius, Seba, Ben =p  Then instead of doing the debate we walked to Riverside to watch High School Musical 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God our parents didn't find out =x.  Poor Pius...his mom found out about it...but God saved you la!  Pius said his mom good mood again after he willingly followed her to church. LOL. tsktsk...bad boy bad boy pius! XDD  Oooh!!! And the time when Jordan baked cupcakes!!! SO YUMMYY!!!  He would bake the chocolate one and his mom the cheese one.  Then me and you would fight over who gets the chocolate cupcake but STILL the cheese one was really good la. But I never got the chance to eat the chocolate one, but ANYWAYS...oh..and the times when I would usually lie on the floor to do my work in tuition and you would take a pillow and lie beside me and make me laugh/annoy me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition has never been the same without you. Well...I stopped for a while 'cause I moved to International but I will start again 'cause I realized my BM drop like what. =.="   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really REALLY wanna THANK YOU for coming to St.Joe's that time to support me and Joce. The reason we performed was really actually for you XD before you left and we had an original song that went like this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by,&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard just not to cry,&lt;br /&gt;That day will soon be coming,&lt;br /&gt;The day we say our last goodbyes *it's not goodbye yet though =D*  &lt;br /&gt;Don't leave, don't go I begged you,&lt;br /&gt;You told me there was nothing you could do, *this...*&lt;br /&gt;Everything was planned and made for,  *and THIS line is definitely true*&lt;br /&gt;Now all you have to do is walk out of the door.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hehe...but we never really gotten to finishing it in time and performance was on Valentine's so yea...we ended up wit "Truly, Madly, Deeply"  We're...well...I'M so sorry the performance sucked =(. It was my fault. Anything that went wrong was my fault 'cause I planned this whole thing and yea...so I apologize =]   YOU NOE?? You were the ONLY one who went to support us. Dawn, Chik Sheng, Yi Yong and Mel couldn't come so it's not their fault actually 'cause they had appointments/transport problems, but YOU came. AND you were told LAST MINUTE and you actually came to see us! =D and that I really wanna thank you for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you also for being one of the members in the debate. I know you really didn't want to debate 'cause last time someone really kua soi u *dat person can go die, not like he perfect or wad right*, but you did it for Ned, and that was really nice =}   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and NOT to forget, YOUTH CAMP!  XDDD 2008, National Service Place in Bau, Kuching. =] You were in Kota Samarahan Group. You, Justin, Timmy, Josephine, Elisa =p.  So soi...I wasn't in. I in Lundu wit Shau...at least got Shau la. Joce suppose to go but she go KL if not at least got someone I know in my room =.=  When usually at 5+/6+ a.m, you, Timmy, Jus, Jesmond they all go jogging, then I would wake up to watch the sunrise =D. So pretty! You guys should have been there =)...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE SUPPOSE TO ROLL DOWN THE HILL!!! T.T but it never really worked 'cause it rained on the last day T.T   So I will see you in 6 or 7 more months =].    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTPkFA9NJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QoRlzqd595g/s1600-h/jloh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTPkFA9NJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QoRlzqd595g/s320/jloh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320105278559827090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTQkAav8TI/AAAAAAAAAW0/58JdXmkJc4w/s1600-h/jloh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTQkAav8TI/AAAAAAAAAW0/58JdXmkJc4w/s320/jloh3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320106376837460274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. =]. SEE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5028281925975300900?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5028281925975300900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5028281925975300900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5028281925975300900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5028281925975300900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dunno-why-but.html' title='I Dunno Why But...'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SdTJKG8iBvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MILV34-Ggbw/s72-c/jloh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4673042047049436399</id><published>2009-04-02T04:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:50:25.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's ==</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was April Fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate April Fools =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I always get fooled 'cause I am a so believe-what-people-say type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tricked already the minute I reached school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walking into school*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren; Brenda? You know that guy's our new headmaster? *points behind me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where? *turns around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: April Fools! *lols*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: Library, Citizenship Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq: Brenda, your zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh...thank you...*reaches to pull zip up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq: XD April Fool's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAIYA u. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Peter is fricking COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He April-fooled Jason I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave an Oreo cookie to Jason so Jason ate it and told Gabriel it was "peppermint"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course la, we all know the only flavour Oreo has is original (white paste), chocolate and mocha/coffee right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Gabriel tried some. Don tried some too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Peter finally told them he replaced the white filling with Colgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to try ^^. There wasn't enough...oh wells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fricking nervous for my exams!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received my exam timetable today. Teacher dunno I dun have until well...I asked him for the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Today was so fun! At Science lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higa and I think, Raymond both drew Hyun Soo and Min Hyuk took Raymond's and went around asking people to guess who the drawing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing had Hyun Soo's name tag but Min Hyuk covered it =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, really look like him eh. =p. He was pissed. I dun like him sometimes. I think he's retarded sometimes. That's when I feel like punching him =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today arm wrestle with Eddy and Higa. Too strong both of them. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Jia Jun to do his so-called-vibrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like "oooooo-oooo-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like "Jia Jun! Not this one! The one where you move your stomach in and out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he did the "stomach move in and out version" and it was so retarded LOL, it looked like he was having sex 'cause he was moving forward and backward and I was like LMAO-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I dare him to go to Eddy's group do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jun: *walks to Eddy's group, table at the back, sit down and start doing his sex vibrato LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time, all of them just look at him and some of them didn't even look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then second time they all laugh then that stupid Max was like, "Brenda, sit on top of him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________________-". I am not a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIK. That is how sex-like his vibrato is. KIK! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for "Patricia/Pat Pat" today again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday "she" was so happy 'cause "she" had rice to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today "she" eat bread again. HAIH. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to prepare for our exams tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 o'clock, (Math period), all of us (9A-ians) were asked to go to Room 209 (Classroom for First Language English) because we are going to use that classroom for our exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Ms. Song. She was the one who suggested 9A used an air-conditioned room. 9B unfortunately had to join the other upper years in the hall. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I especially feel sorry for Patricia again, 'cause "she" got the table nearest to the stage. KIK! Wo zhen de hen ke lian ni ah...wo mei you pian ni de...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better, I got the seat at the back and the teacher's table is in FRONT. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles. I will have to start on my Science revision liaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't started."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the TRUTH. Some people asked me if I already started studying for exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I haven't started on Science yet. They asked me not to lie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used up my time on HISTORY, NOT science. 'Cause I'm super weak at History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember at National, the last Sejarah test before I left, I got 67/100 (or was it 62). It was objective and I didn't study. Me, Bren, Vui Yiin and Karen have to stand up for the whole 40 minutes just because of our marks. (all of use 50 or 60+ out of 100%). Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea....I end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Mel will have her camwhoring buddies (Me and Jacqs) after the exams!!!!! X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4673042047049436399?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4673042047049436399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4673042047049436399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4673042047049436399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4673042047049436399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s =='/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3693218248813067400</id><published>2009-03-29T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:51:09.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Malay Post LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku mengeluh. Kenangan-kenangan yang amat manis, peristiwa-peristiwa yang telah berlaku beberapa bulan yang lalu tetap akan berada dalam mindaku serta sanubariku. Aku mula berfikir, "Anjakan paradigma yang ketara telah berlaku. Sesuatu keputusan yang telah saya buat. Tidak dapat aku berpatah balik lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mula mengimbas kembali peristiwa-peristiwa yang satu persatu yang akan menjadi hanya sebuah kenangan yang indahsungguh. Pelbagai perasaan... pelbagai emosi yang telah aku rasa ketika setiap kejadian tersebut berlaku; gembira, sedih, masyhgul, pedih, bangga, malu, sakit juga menyumbang kepada kewujudan sesebuah kenangan yang syahdu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terasa kesedihan meresap ke dalam jiwaku. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Timbul juga rasa rindu akan kejadian-kejadian yang telah berlaku. Rindu akan cabaran-cabaran yang telah kami harungi bersama. Setiap air mata yang membasahi pipi kami, setiap masa yang dipenuhi ketawaan kami terasa rindu akannya juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya...memang betul bahawa saya tidak menyesal berpindah ke sekolah yang baharu. Namun, banyak sangat kenangan yang terpaksa aku tinggalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang sangat rindu akan kamu semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman-temanku,&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah lupa akan aku,&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah peristiwa-peristiwa yang telah kami lalu&lt;br /&gt;Bersama,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan gandingan bahu yang erat...&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak akan terputus tak kira apa-apa yang akan berlaku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun aku tidak berada dalam kelas yang sama,&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah yang berbeza,&lt;br /&gt;Tetap akan saya berbangga,&lt;br /&gt;Akan kejayaan yang diperoleh dengan kerjasama kalian,&lt;br /&gt;Akan semua cabaran yang telah kami berjaya harungi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang, terdapat juga masa yang telah kami bertengkar,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya, kemarahan tetap akan reda dan diganti kemaafan&lt;br /&gt;Serta kegembiraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan-kawanku, berusahalah dengan gigih perkasa,&lt;br /&gt;Menuju ke arah kecemerlangan!&lt;br /&gt;Bekerjasama bagaikan aur dengan tebing,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencapai keputusan yang baik dalam peperiksaan PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila keputusan diumumkan,&lt;br /&gt;Akan saya pergi lihatnya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan berasa gembira dan bangga.&lt;br /&gt;Karena, setiap temanku akan berjaya  mendapat 7A untuk PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3693218248813067400?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3693218248813067400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3693218248813067400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3693218248813067400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3693218248813067400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-malay-post-lol.html' title='This is a Malay Post LOL'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2911291387929242335</id><published>2009-03-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:50:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Made Me Happy ^^</title><content type='html'>Talking to Nick made me really happy tonight =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I never knew him in person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I've never seen him face to face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we're MILES away from each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll have to wait 'til New Year '10 to see one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we're 3 hours apart. [He's 3 hours ahead of the time here =p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a really great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish he didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he's trying to stop swearing liaw after I ask him to. Good boy xDDD. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to him, I was like "Hiya...so late already...11.30 loh...wan go sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at the clock at my desktop: 8.30 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-". Oh ya I forgot he's 3 hours ahead. Seem like it was already 11.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to take my shower. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like halfway bathing, I felt something drop off me. Yea, off ME. And I saw the thing that dropped off me. It looked like tissue so I just ignored it and sprayed water at it so it would flow out into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kicked the 'tissue' and it didn't feel like tissue...then I only realized it was brown in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stoop down to take a closer look and you know what...it wasn't tissue you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small LIZARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering the same disease as La. Slow reaction disease. 2 times this type of thing happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I kick da corpse of the bird at my backyard. I thought it was a piece of wood. And I was kicking it here and der...and I even stepped up and down on it -.-". It was really hard o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, this stupid lizard my gosh, it was still alive!! And it was flailing about in the water. Thank God the water sweep it into the drain =). And I was so blur I thought it was tissue and kicked it here and there -________-". Erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got over the fact that I kicked a friggin lizard I started to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crab is all hard outside but really soft inside...just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on this happy-go-lucky attitude outside but inside it's different. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people insult me and persecute me and look down on me and treat me like crap, I still smile like and I act like I don't care but inside each part of me is slowly falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always thought that it would heal by itself. All it took was time. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it did heal. But not completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaikan peribahasa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sepandai-pandai tupai melompat, akhirnya akan jatuh ke tanah juga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong I try to be, I will fall at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I try not to cry, I will break down at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I try to stray away from that metal, I will do it at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I tell myself it's alright, at least once it will NOT be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many people are there for me, I will still feel alone. At least once. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun call me an emo.&lt;br /&gt;Dun call me a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;Dun call me suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;Dun call me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Dun call me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Dun call me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, dun JUDGE me.&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot find one single flaw in you, then go ahead an judge me.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're not perfect and you know you aren't, then don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't need your advice.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I don't want your sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your pity.&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Who will just shut up and listen.&lt;br /&gt;Knows when to talk and when not to.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Nick. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Nick! =D&lt;br /&gt;For tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the 'listener'&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to all my complains and all my crap,&lt;br /&gt;When others would probably shut me out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Thank you for trying not to swear also. You are a guai guai leng zai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless:&lt;br /&gt;My Form 3 Friends for their PMR...to obtain 7As 100%&lt;br /&gt;My M.A.F.I.A.S (B.E.M.E.L.K)&lt;br /&gt;My Da, Er, San Jie, Milo Jie and James and Jacq Ko,&lt;br /&gt;Jesmond...we brought God into Josh's life and we will bring God into more people's lives...&lt;br /&gt;Josh Sim...You, me and Jesmond will continue to live in the salvation of God and spread his Word&lt;br /&gt;Nick...for Interschool, his soon-to-come Interdivision, Music and Studies&lt;br /&gt;Alan...for Interdivision and studies&lt;br /&gt;Donovon...for Interdivision, Interschool Tennis and Studies&lt;br /&gt;Kai Shin&lt;br /&gt;Ameline and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Serra&lt;br /&gt;Mica&lt;br /&gt;Christie&lt;br /&gt;Patrick...hope you don't eat bread everyday...=x&lt;br /&gt;JASON =) amazing u have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the all the others I have not mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen to you all...and may God Bless You all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2911291387929242335?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2911291387929242335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2911291387929242335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2911291387929242335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2911291387929242335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/03/nick-made-me-happy.html' title='Nick Made Me Happy ^^'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-9121367366568344487</id><published>2009-03-23T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:51:20.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye It's The Second Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/ScdjwScdI2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/R_z_cgd2080/s1600-h/DSC02549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(2nd week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' it. ;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-9121367366568344487?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9121367366568344487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=9121367366568344487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/9121367366568344487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/9121367366568344487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-lodge-national-p-hello.html' title='Goodbye It&apos;s The Second Week'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/ScdjwScdI2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/R_z_cgd2080/s72-c/DSC02549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5677199111684197264</id><published>2009-03-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:53:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Wit Da InterGals =)</title><content type='html'>So what I've promised, the new gals I've met and became friends with in International School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Not in alphabetical order]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA MICAELA TALBAN! or in shorter form MICA! - Year 9A-ian. A member of ANAKASAM too. She has another name which Aw gave to her: Mohammad Talban. =D. Always get bullied by Alan, Ameline, Serra and Aw X). But she doesn't mind. She admits that's the way they have fun. LOL. But I feel sorry for her o.o...erm...she was the one who told me the place to put my bag on the first day ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERRA CHOI YEA EUN!...i tink O.O - SERRA. Year 9A-ian. erm...I don't really know much about her. I think she's a kind of quiet type of person la. She doesn't talk a lot...erm...Oh ya! A member of ANAKASAM also. From what I see, she is very hardworking and smart too. She is number one in class, I heard. =D. So smart!!! &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH! - Year 9B-ian. the used-to-be only gal in CiliPadi before I joined the group. =). Very nice and very sweet. =]. She has a great voice!!! OMGOODNESS. When I heard her sing, my mouth was like hanging open most of the time...yea...she doesn't like boys who flirt with girls. She's a straightforward person, when she doesn't like someone's attitude/think it's wrong, she'll just stand up and tell that person to his/her face. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEHER KNIGHT! - Year 8A-ian. Erm...it was kind of random....because she was looking for Syafiqah and Syafiqah and Serena were like, "Ey listen to her (me) sing!" And I was like just dun care dun care then I continue singing then I felt really weird so I stopped and laugh and she laughed too. So I hope we can be better friends after the hols! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICELYNNE YEO! - Year 8A-ian. First of all, it is quite insulting that they spelt her name as "Jocelynne" in the 2008's Lodge School Magazine. -.-". Erm I think she is really really nice seriously. I can see what he sees in her ;). Pretty inside and outside ^^. She saw me eating alone on Solat Jumaat and she asked me to join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nevermind la....*laughs* it's okay...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice: Please!! Sit with us la!! You look so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go sit wit her and Mark and Jacq =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all....erm....the NEW ones...the ones that never studied in National or wad...so yea.&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/8393223792659846151-5677199111684197264?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5677199111684197264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5677199111684197264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5677199111684197264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5677199111684197264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-wit-da-intergals.html' title='Back Wit Da InterGals =)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7082784677749340751</id><published>2009-03-13T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T03:19:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at International [Update]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been 1 week and 5 days since I've left National.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I see my friends nearly everyday since I left, I still miss them TERRIBLY. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's why I see them everyday ^^. Makes sense rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my life at International. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only things I miss at National are my friends, teachers and the facilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, life has never been so sweet. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met many new people that are really nice at Inter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's start wit da boys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANGELO! - Year 9B-ian. Has the Canadian 'Ang Mo' accent. Dark-skinned. Walks with me nearly everyday to National =]. Carries my bag EVERYTIME and wouldn't allow me to even touch it. =.=" (but sweet though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angelo: Bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: No. *moments later* Nah, you carry this la! *passes him my bottle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angelo: *takes the bottle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Passes the bridge with the river below it =p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angelo: Pass me the bag or I'll drop the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, yea -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AARON LIM JIA JUN! - Year 9A-ian. Shouted "Happy Holidays Kids!" to Angelo and I just now, while we were walking past Unishop. Sounds like he's having sex when he arm-wrestled with Jacq (and lost.) -.-. Oh yeah, he lost to me too =.=". I mean, I lost to every boy except him. KIK! And you know what? I asked him to flex today at DT Class. Oh yeah, DT is Design &amp;amp; Technology. It's something like KH, boys and gals combined. Doing patchwork now. I have no idea how to do it. Seriously. Oh ya! And when he flexed, DAMMMNN! His muscles pretty big oh! Hard summore. He says he works out by lifting weights. Jacq says he has muscles but he doesn't know how to use them properly. =p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALAN THEN! - Year 9A-ian. A member of ANAKASAM.Got to know a little bit of him when he followed Ameline to sit wit me during Art Class on Monday. I found him to be quite SURPRISING. I mean, my opinion of Alan when I was still at National was he was hao lian, because you know I didn't know him and he just like I dunno la. But when I talked to him, he is actually a nice guy. He's not hao lian too. He doesn't show off his running abilities. =p. He's a pretty quiet guy and I expected him to be those kind of guy you know, the ones with the loud voices and all that, but nope. Not at all. He's nice la. =]. So people who think Alan is hao lian, re-think it! He's NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AW TZE YUN! - Year 9A-ian. A member of ANAKASAM also. Scared the heck out of me with his lifelessness yesterday (12/3/09). -.-". We had 2 hours FREE PERIOD for Science! (I got 52/80 for my test. T.T. So lousy hor? =( ), and he slept on the floor the whole time. =.=. And at the 2:20 break, he was like hunched at the corner of the door leading out to the basketball court. O.O. I'm just happy he's fine today ^^. He is a very nice guy. He reminds me SO MUCH OF JLOH. The way he talks. XD. Haih.....Jonathan Loh Chuan Zheng WE MISS YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EDDY YOON! - Year 9A-ian. Okay, I don't know if it's Yoon or Voon but yea. This pro guy at badminton. -.-". Teamed up wit Ms. Sharon (Music Teacher), to play against Jason and Amy. Their team won by the way. WAH...Ms. Sharon so good oh. -.-". It's just weird...to see a teacher being pro at sports. No offence to the teachers out there but...you know, -.-" I thought teachers were to caught up with their work to be able to practice their abilities in sports. O.O. Eddy is super smart! He got highest for Science I think. By the way, all tests are SUBJECTIVE. History, Science...yea. He got 76/80. OMGOODNESS GRACIOUS ME. This guy is super sweet too. During my first few days of Math lesson, he got scolded because of me =(. I'm sorry Eddy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the reasons was when I brought the wrong book up. Since all my books are photocopied, I brought Science instead, so when teacher scolded me, Eddy was like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eddy: Her books are photocopy ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And teacher went on about something like going to an airport to catch a flight and suppose to show your photocopy passport and bringing something else instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND she scolded him for not borrowing ME his book and sharing it wit Min Hyuk since I brought the wrong book. WTHECK?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'M SO SORRY EDDY! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GABRIEL QUEK! - Haha. =]. Gabriel. One of the most matured =p of Year 9. He's from 9B and we are in the same English Class. (First Language). He is pro Dota-er. Erm...he goes to TMC. =p. I was asked by Mr. Peter to join his group for English. (We were assigned to group for group projects). So, the group consisted of Syafiqah, Gabriel, Fernan, Aw Tze Yun, Ibrahim (Bra ^^) and me. =]. He's the Captain of the Rugby Club. =D. He has a immense level of creativity. We were asked to do a twist to the ending of a fairy tale. So we chose Little Red Riding Hood. It ended like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Little Red Riding Hood then swung the wolf around and around the room. "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Wolf! I've been wanting to get rid of that old hag for so long now!" And she gave the wolf a big hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KIK. Then it went something like Little Red Riding Hood asking the wolf about the cupcake and the wolf said he ate it and Little Red Riding Hood was like "Shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=p. The cupcake was POISONED as LRRH wanted to kill her old hag grandmama. ^^ BUT sadly the wolf ate it, so you know what happened RIGHT AT THE END, don't you? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HIGA MAKOTO! - The Japanese guy in Year 9A! XD. His first name is actually Makoto, but Christie (Christie Goh from National) told me that in Japan, they put the surname first. If I'm not wrong Makoto is the Japanese version of the name Mark. I saw the 'Mark' keychain on his pencilbox...so yea. This guy is really good at dancing yea. Ummm....he's really nice to me (so far...lol) but I've seen him when he gets slightly pissed. Yea...I'm a peacemaker sort of person (people who know me should know this) and...if he were to get angry, I would always try to find a way to cool him down ^^. He loves to draw. And he draws well too. He and Christie drew this Apam-man (or izzit Apangman? lol..sorry don't know the spelling) thing that is so cute! I call him Tau Sar Pau ^^ since Apam-man/Apangman is a red bean cartoon =D.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OH! According to what Wilson told me it's APANMAN! XD. Erm some quite-old-JPG anime character. Erm...Anpan is Red Bean Bun. XDDD. I like to eat ANPAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hyun Soo - Studies in Year 9A too ^^. Okay the reason why I didn't put his name in big or put a "!" behind his name is because I don't really well...know him well yet. This guy is SUPER RETARDED. LOL. You should see him, Darren and Jacq at Math time. Jacq/Darren would start it first by slapping his face and then they would start slapping each other like gals. ^^. He likes to wrap things around his head too -.- (e.g: my hairband, bandanas...) and he has that "-.-" look. HAHA. Always get bullied. To watch his retardity is so erm...priceless XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IBRAHIM! - Also known as the Bra. =D. In Year 9B. Same English Class. Of Pakitanese-Afghanistanese-bla bla and bla bla-nese heritage. -.-". Too many la. Cannot remember. He can do the Matrix really well. O.O. Jia Jun failed terribly. -.-. Same group in English. CILI PADI. ^^. Erm...likes violent movies. HIGH FIVE! XD. I dun really know him yet, but he's a nice guy too! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JACQUES OMG-I-FORGOT-YOUR-SURNAME-LOL - Year 9A-ian. Really funny! XD. He and Darren would always bully Hyun Soo. It all starts wit a slap on the cheek. Then they slap each other with their hands. -.-. I just found out he's religious today. =O. OMGOSH. So unexpected from a hyper guy like him. Who never preaches the Word or sumthin. Until when we attended ISCF at Solat Jumaat. THEN he started saying like "Read Galatians...it's a good book" -.-. For those of you who dunno what Galatians is, it's a book from the Bible. If I'm not wrong it's after Romans (or is it Corinthians...) ROMANS I think la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JASON LEE! - Year 9B-ian. OMGOSH. This guy is SUPER CUTE! He says his nickname is 'Peanut' cos' he's like tiny and short. He is 13 this year. So that proves he's a genius cos' he's thirteen and he's in Year 9. -.-". Erm...Serra, Jane and Angelo are also 13 and in Year 9. He's really caring actually. His paikia-ish manner reminds me of Joel "Dumpling" Tan during Form 1! *when he was still short*. He like to bully the Korean gals =p. He's Korean btw. He like to trick me. -.-". He go say he Chinese at first. Then I say something that made me sound like I really thought he was Malaysian-Chinese, and he looked at me with this shocked expression and said "I'm Korean la!" Lol. He's just like Joel la, come to think of it. Both treat me nice. Both dun bully me but bully other people. Both are just...haih. Dunno la. See! I miss my Dumpling Tan T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LEE MIN HYUK! - Year 9A-ian. He reminds me of a father. Just this gentle and friendly personality. He's super good at Math =D. He doesn't bully girls. =). He taught me how to say 'hello' in Korean. ANYONG! XD. Oh yeah, I asked him what hello was in Korean and Eddy &amp;amp; Hyun Soo were like saying cb in Korean instead -.-". Min Hyuk was like nono! that's cb! Don't listen to them! LOL. And he say he suck in badminton. Then Wednesday we go Family Club. My gosh, if he suck I'm crap ar. -________-". This guy is too nice la. HAIH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MARK SU! - Year 8A-ian. When Ice invited me to sit wit her during lunch, he was also eating at the same table so I started talking to him. He has a REALLY CONTAGIOUS laughter. Something like Chung Yee's but Chung Yee wan more retarded ^^. He was laughing because I told him that actually, if you cut the scrotum, the testis will drop out. And he was like...he laughed 'til he choked but I was mostly staring at him wit da "O.O" look, 'cause I'm a friggin' open-minded person and I dun really see the PENIS funny. ^^. Well in primary school I did. Everytime our Math tuition teacher said "pennies" me and Tracy would start laughing and laughing. Mark goes to ISCF for Solat Jumaat so I followed the whole group of them: Mark, Ice, Jacq, to ISCF ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will update on the new gal frens I made and dem...the teachers too! Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S: Pretty tired already. =p. Erm...I feel like I left a few people's name out...but I'll think it over again...erm....I have to do my book review now. I am going to lose my Malaysian 'Haiyas' and 'Haiyos' and 'ah' and 'oh'. The people there don't slang that much. =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: OH YA! There's this Korean guy in Year 8 I didn't really catch his name but OMGOSH. He reminds me of................AARON CHIENG! OMGOSH!OMGOSH!OMGOSH! I MISS YOU LA AARON! MY BOYFRIEND ARH! LOL!!!!!!!!! =.="". That Korean guy usually brings his guitar to jam. He's pretty good at it. His attitude about like Aaron. Look abit like him oso. My gosh!!! WHY DOES SO MANY INTER STUDENTS REMIND ME OF NATIONAL STUDENTS?! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7082784677749340751?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7082784677749340751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7082784677749340751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7082784677749340751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7082784677749340751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-at-international-update.html' title='Life at International [Update]'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-368530148702600162</id><published>2009-02-24T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:54:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of The Day???!!! T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SaQGZvJanMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EoYyF5kdkDg/s1600-h/shit..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SaQGZvJanMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EoYyF5kdkDg/s320/shit..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306373300171742402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WAD THE HECK???!!!&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE OF THE DAY??!&lt;br /&gt;-________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-368530148702600162?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/368530148702600162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=368530148702600162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/368530148702600162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/368530148702600162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/picture-of-day-tt.html' title='Picture of The Day???!!! 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I dunno wad da heck was Winston trying to do, but I saw him stuffing Joi's books which were in the cardboard box, into Joi's bag. -.-". Joi went out of the class at that time. Then later on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston go rummage thru' Joi's pencil box. And you know what he found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW OH NOT????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "SMOKE-ALREADY" CIGARETTE STICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o! JOI HOW COULD YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps saying that he doesn't smoke. KIK! Then he threw it into the rubbish bin but he missed, so I picked up the cigarette stick and showed it to Cikgu Bustaman. =p. HAIYOI! That teacher ah! We actually wanted Joi get demerited ^^ but then all teacher said was "Buang dalam tong sampah." -_____-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cikgu Lim Cher Kun knock on the door. She said she wanted to pass a letter to me. And I knew what was in it already. I opened the letter. Yesterday, I passed the form to Mrs.Lim, application for Lodge International School. Today, the results came in. The KL Ministry Department, something liddat, accepted me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to start a new school life in International, starting from the 2nd of March. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh. I read that part and it was so embarrassing! -.-" I cried in class. STUPID CIKGU! I thought a person like him would at least say words of comfort, but all he did was continue wit da STUPID SAYANG AYAH CERPEN! HMMPH! =/. KIK! But he asked me to finish reading it, since I was going to move and I already stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBIN and JET are SO SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: Brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks at Jet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: *muacks**flying kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *returns the so-called "kiss"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet: *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIK! SUPER SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shitbin a.k.a Gaybin a.k.a BobbinTeo a.k.a Bobbinator a.k.a RubbishBin said to gv him my letter and he wil tear it up. Awww...=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wil DEFINITELY MISS 3B and 3A the MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, before I read the cerpen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay! Everytime I say Cikgu Bustam, I wan you guys say "Man" after that, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read read read. Then I kip laughing *as usual* but this time I laugh until I knock my head on the door. *sit near door there ma* -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kip turning around in circles. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher look at me like I was siaw lang liddat but I dun care. Elyssa Sia Pa Tu got annoyed cush I kip stopping to laugh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did finish, and thanks to majority of the guys saying "MAN!" after Cikgu Bustam (one of the characters in the cerpen) I managed to pull through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. CIKGU DIANA! DUN PERA LA! XP. DUN TINK TOO MUCH! I MOVE NOT BECAUSE YOU FORCE/PRESSURE ME OR ANYTHING! I GOT "PROBLEMS" ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3409353170717887483?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3409353170717887483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3409353170717887483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3409353170717887483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3409353170717887483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1087558618694269299</id><published>2009-02-23T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:46:44.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Retards -.-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, 23/2/09, is a average day, in an average 15-year old's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haiya, I dunno la. I'm getting sick of the way my life is right now. I have NEVER in my life felt THIS tired before. Waking up to find that I am drained of my energy and my emotions. Falling asleep in nearly every class, -.-", especially Math and Geo =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAIH. Okei. =p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dunno why but, maybe 'cause I've been saying it alot in Ms. Okei's style so now I say "Okei" like her oso. Siaw. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't remember how many times I said Okei in violin just now ar? -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okei....erm....Oh ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OMELY! HAHAHA! SO FUNNI! TODAY! MATH LESSON XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As usual, teacher come in class, before he teach, I sit on the floor in front of Geraldine and Haidee. Then I eat my pau =p. Then I ask teacher question wit my mouth full of food. -.-". So rude ho? =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think teacher is getting annoyed wit me. I mean, everybody is doing Indices...like the last few exercises and I'm like stuck wit changing the indices to positive form. -.-". So sad la. Anyways, OMELY! Jet so funni today!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The guys (u noe who la ho ;p) make a bet wit Jet say they pay him RM 1 first if he strip in class so he actually strip at the back. Thank God, Karen, who was next to him, was busy doing her Maths and the gals in front busy doing work and I wasn't paying attention so yea. He DID strip. I mean not naked la. His shirt la. Show his body =p. My gosh. Winston, Kenneth, Adrian, Chung Yee they all laugh like heck ah! KIK! Heard Winston laugh, turned around, wonder what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then later they ask Jet strip again. This time RM 5. In front of class. He accept u noe. Then I sitting at teacher's chair der ma. Then he was like "5.." take off one button. "hahaha...4..haha" take off another =.=" then, 3, 2, 1...-_________-" then he LAAUUUGHH. Then he flash flash. -,-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I cover my eyes X.X . Zhi Li, Mel, Geraldine, Haidee too concentrated on their Maths dunno wad happen. Winston, Kenneth, Chung Yee, Adrian dey all laugh again lyk siaw lang. Then Jet high in front of the class. Need techer bring him back to his seat. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KIK! Then got something else happen. OMGOSH. DIS ONE IS SERIOUSLY FUNNI. I tink of it and I realize how much I miss him in our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cikgu Sheila Chung's beloved Pumpkin...dipersilakan...KENRIC LIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, Cikgu Lim ask Kenric take the teaching kit from her car then Kenric go lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He go inside her car. You know the car gear? The one got Park, Drive, Reverse, L, N all dat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kenric smartass go change the Parking Mode to Reverse Mode. -______-". I can just imagine now. Cikgu Lim go in her car. She dunno on Reverse. Then she on engine. Then she pull up her handbrake. Then her car reverse by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Imagine she so shock! Then few hours from now *typing this at 12:02 am*, I can probably imagine her telling our class, "You know! Yesterday, I was very scared, you know. Okei, my car reversed by itself." -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KIK! And this brings me back to the past again...=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To the time when I was at Yi Yong house. We go into her car. Then her mom went out of the car for a while. So we were like talking, chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then suddenly her car reverse by itself. Wei! Not funny, ho?! So scary ah! Should see our faces -.-". I thought we were going to crash into her football field ah O.O. Then I think she shout for her mom, then her mom come just in time, save the day. By then, the car did move quite a distance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAIH! I miss those times la....I wish I could just stop time and turn it back...turn it all the way back to 2006. All the things I've missed I would've done. All the words I didn't mean to say, taken back. But oh wells, wad's done is done. Nothing can be changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Except ourselves. I have a long life *hopefully* ahead. And it's time to make some changes. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1087558618694269299?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1087558618694269299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1087558618694269299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1087558618694269299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1087558618694269299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/retards.html' title='The Retards -.-&quot;'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2464355864402253691</id><published>2009-02-21T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:54:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Common Friendster Fault</title><content type='html'>Welcome, earthlings to my blog. So random =.=" Nothing better to do so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Aliens please dun come my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While chatting wit Omeleb last night, I forgot how but he suddenly mentioned "banana omelette wit carrots", so I was thinking "hmm....why dun i try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I DID! Today. Seriously. I mashed the banana, cracked the egg. scrambled, added a little bit of cereal milk, scramble again, chop 1/5 of a carrot into tiny pieces, fry the egg, added in the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ate it. Results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRICKING DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wad I did was I had to eat the last remains in one goal, and I gagged, and blood started coming out of my left nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent 10 minutes bending over the sink to clear the non-stop flowing of the blood. Omely, I wanted to actually take a picture of me and the mess that was made when the blood flowed all over from my nose to my mouth to the sink to the walls -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't cush stupid camera no batt. -.-" anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is titled "The Common Friendster Fault"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Friendster is one of the most widely used and known social website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something like Facebook and MySpace but I think MySpace is the most used one la. But who cares....anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point, the ONE common Friendster Fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is, the CHAO AH LIEN AND AH BENG. CHAO CHAO CHAO KIAM HU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot tahan ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! [for the 3rd time in this post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing that Facebook don't have that Friendster have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH BENGS AND AH LIENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PEOPLE CAN GO *i dun wan say die la, not dat bad* EAT POO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D. Ah better. Still bad la, but not as bad as ask someone go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cannot tahan ar. I mean at least I dun hav any ah lien/beng friends dat send me ah lien/beng-ish testi-s/comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Seriously la, I mean wads the point of writing like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lien: HeYzZzZzZ, caN aDd mE yAxX??? ^^ ~~YoUr PiC vEri niCe oHzZzZ~~~~LenG ZaI lE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-" chao chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean why don't u do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I can't believe I actually wrote like THAT in PRIMARY SIX. (Excluding the "~~~" -.-)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you write, you say out loud. Sound so fricking retarded -.-". So FAKE ar. Dun act FAKE okay. Be ORIGINAL (like me NOW and my friends&gt;=) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. True wad! FAKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I also HATE the chao ah liens/bengs that photoshop EVERY SINGLE one of their photos jus to make them look extra cute/pretty/handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunneed Photoshop ho. Sia soi urself nia. Even if you photoshop until nice nice, people see you in real life not that nice that talk behind your back ah. =.=" Not me la. I dun lyk to talk behind people back. See, I'm actually insulting you now here! Free for you to read! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Think so cool swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY AH BENG KIA. Think you so cool kip swearing on fs izzit?! Every single line sure must got swear word wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*only place i will swear is this Ah Beng example*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: chao cibai ah u! u tink u so handsum. kanasai ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that la, kip swearing de type of CHAO ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO EAT SHIT LA. *since you swear, i swear also lo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Stupid, stupid, stupid Internet competitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join stupid internet competitions. Edit your pics nice nice and den gt background wan. And then got winner but no prize. No, nothing! Wasting time nia! -___-" Only got the title "Winner" there, not like you get anything from it ya? Chao kiam hu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. I stop here. Can't think of AH LIEN/BENG anymore. Got HIAW la, but nt LIEN/BENG. Still this ALIENS should not be in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO KIMAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw my nose bleed blood on you den you noe. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2464355864402253691?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2464355864402253691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2464355864402253691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2464355864402253691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2464355864402253691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/common-friendster-fault.html' title='The Common Friendster Fault'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-8321498701515334288</id><published>2009-02-19T03:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:36:35.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Day</title><content type='html'>[Lord help me!!!!!!! I've been swearing a lot lately! I am an angry child. I seriously am. And I've never been this angry before! I dun noe what to do! Which way should I go. =(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I like Monday =]...but anyways...Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the "Okei"s are FLOODING my mind. No matter what I do, whenever it's that particular lesson, I'll turn into "Let's-imitate-the-OKEI" mode -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:bla bla...okei...bla bla bla....okei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hardly notices. I've been imitating since last week =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno it's kinda fun to imitate her. xD. Her voice is cute through the mike. Sound like innocent little gal. Lol....SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she said that a man from the Muzium Sarawak will be coming to our school to giv a talk. At 10:20a.m. Some Encik Zakaria or something. But this man came at 10 actually. And you know what happened? When he arrive, he was suppose to look for the office where Mr.Ling would be in. But NO! He went one round around the carpark and LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we Form 3-ians. about nearly 70+ or 80+ of us FITTED in ONE lecture theatre (Thank God got air-cond) for like what more than half an hour. The thing was, when the teachers went to see what kept that busted delayed for so long, they left us innocent guai kids in the lecture theatre, where we talked, laughed, have fun and camwhored. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, our teacher, I will call her "Ms.Okei" actually called that busted and he said he didn't want to come back again. And you know what? We students actually donated, all of us, to buy that busted a fruit hamper. And when he didn't come, we couldn't even eat it. Hhmph. And it was surprising, the fact that it was actually Sylvester that bought the hamper. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY REUNION! HAHA. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy 2 Mafia (M2M) from 2007 is REUNITED AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Mummy Brenda Sia&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and Elyssa my little beloved Mafia daughters =]&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn my new adopted daughter =p&lt;br /&gt;And my cousin, Toilet Sia. LOL. (Mel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how she got her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Who are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Okay okay....=.=" happened outside the Science Lab FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...oh ya back to the lecture theatre. I was STRESSED by my 2 daughters. WHAT THE HECK DO YOU 2 EXPECT ME TO DO? HERE I AM, A SINGLE MOTHER OF 3 kids, (one that was "adopted" today at lunch time) COPING WIT THE FACT THAT MISS EUNICE SIA KEEPS ACCUSING ME OF BEING A LOUSY MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when she got "harassed" by Claudia (lol), she was like "Why didn't you protect me?!" and I was like "You must learn to be independent. You must learn to fight!" -.- and she was like mambling on about me being such an ununderstanding mother. SIGH. KIDS THESE DAYS....=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyssa and Eunice are a handful. Elyssa the big sista =D. She would always poke Eunice and she will come running to me. "Mummy, Elyssa bully me. She poke me!" So I have to settle things out again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy might not be here for long...so you 3 anak take care of yourself ya? I will miss you guys! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LUV YOU!!!!!! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-8321498701515334288?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8321498701515334288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=8321498701515334288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8321498701515334288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8321498701515334288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-day.html' title='A Random Day'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-8352718813218827550</id><published>2009-02-15T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:55:14.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School-sism. =/</title><content type='html'>Before I start on my post, I just wanna say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN LOVE WIT YOUR VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH! YOU ARE ONE HECK OF A GOOD SINGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SING WIT ME!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....I am so pissed now...and sad about something...haha but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This SCHOOL-SISM THING HAS TO STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HECK DO YOU STUDENTS FROM OTHER SCHOOLS HATE US LODGIANS SO MUCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do you think like we are all this bunch of spoilt bratty snobs that go around, spoilt everyday by their parents and have everything done by their orang gajis??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some Lodgians are like that la..but most of us are NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So STOP WIT YOUR ASSUMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being PERA. I'm not saying only ONE school hates Lodgians. MAJORITY of the schools hates LODGIANS. I mean, hello???! LOOK AT THE REALITY. Lodge isn't the only school that has SPOILT SNOBS. Look at your own school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying Lodge is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying the students of Lodge are SO perfect, SO nice.&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT deny that our school have spoilt snobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? So is your school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is YOUR school perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Is the students in YOUR school SO perfect and SO nice?&lt;br /&gt;Is YOUR school free from spoilt brats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! That's why don't judge when you don't actually know all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:3-Why do you look at the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. Don't point out people's faults, when you yet don't notice your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SICK.SICK.SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE I go, EVERYWHERE, when people find out I'm a Lodgian, their reaction are pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted yet trying to hide their disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are better. At least they tell you why they hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are EVEN better. They don't hate us because they know that they should not assume or create a negative image of us just by what they hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RESPECT these people. I ADMIRE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FACT *stresses the word "fact"*: MAJORITY of government school students HATE Lodgians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this UNBELIEVABLY NEGATIVE image about Lodgians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tell me, what makes YOU guys different than US.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the fact that we are SINFUL, while you are SINLESS?&lt;br /&gt;We are SO SNOBBISH, and you are SO HUMBLE?&lt;br /&gt;We are SO PROUD OF OUR ENGLISH, and you are SO HUMBLE OF YOUR WHATEVER LANGUAGE YOU ARE GOOD IN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if our English is good? At least, if we can't talk Chinese, we admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't talk good English, do you admit it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Instead, you ASSUME your English is good and you go embarrass your fcking self chatting or msning or pming in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCKTARD. Just keep to the language you're good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why our English is good is because I'll admit it. Most of us are OCBC. Orang Cina Bukan Cina. We are Chinese and we can't speak Chinese =p. And it'll probably be weird to talk in Malay cush we're Chinese. So what other language can we turn to? ENGLISH LA! Use your head la. =.=" Then what we talk with? Sign language?! Tmd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and it's not like you kids out there dun swear. I can guarantee you guys swear more than we do.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND just because we girls and boys get a long wit each other, and are pretty close to each other doesn't make us SNOBS is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that we are MORE OPEN-MINDED and MORE ACCEPTING than you are. We overlook each other's faults, we accept them, try to mould each other into better people. That's what we do. We never badmouth you government students. (unless we heard badmouthing of Lodgians) We actually thought you students were NICE. We thought YOU were the rich kids, cush YOUR parents didn't have to waste RM1000+ every month just to pay your school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it THAT way, then you'll see who's the rich one. RM 1000+ of things that we could spend on what we want taken away to pay for SCHOOL FEES. And you guys? After cutting out your fees, probably RM 900+ left for YOURSELF. So COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS AND SHUT THE FCK UP ABOUT US BEING THE RICH KIDS ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never judge until you see us. Not all of us are snobbish. Some might be, but not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what people say, a rotten apple spoils the whole basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let A FEW ROTTEN apples in a WHOLE basket, spoil the entire lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Forgive Me and Bless You...=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-8352718813218827550?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8352718813218827550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=8352718813218827550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8352718813218827550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8352718813218827550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-sism.html' title='School-sism. =/'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3005601818475356392</id><published>2009-02-14T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:56:55.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentine's Valentine</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S EVERYONE! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today ar...me, Joce and Elisa went to St.Joe to take part in the Talentine Valentine. Yup, a talent competition. Time: 1-30 - 6pm. My Gosh, so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach there a bit past 1:30. Come to think of it, I kinda like St.Joe. The auditorium (the place we performed) is air-conditioned. I mean, our school hall doesn't even have air conditioning and I guarantee you, their sound system is HUNDRED TIMES MUCH BETTER than our school wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...cush we are the 'peserta' we had to get our hands stamped so everytime went up (the auditorium upstairs) and down, we had to show our stamped hands so they know we are actually the performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For audience, they had to present their Talentine Valentine (TV) tickets to be able to go watch. Actually, I didn't expect THAT many people to come. Before 2:30 p.m, the tickets were OFFICIALLY SOLD OUT. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Something scary happened when we went to the people with the list of performers. We saw a woman with like a metal pole in a hand as she was like "Can I go upstairs? My daughter is performing and she is upstairs, and I don't want her to perform" Then she marched upstairs with the metal pole in her hand. -_____-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Joce kepoh kepoh go watch the drama loh. By the time we step in the auditorium, we saw that siaw lang cha bo standing on the stage speaking throught the mike, but after that we had to go out to practice in the classrooms nearby, so we didn't exactly see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;There were like 4 classrooms used each for: Solo, Group Singing, Dance and Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joce and Elisa were under Group Singing so we go in that classroom loh. We found a group of guys and girls there. They were really nice! =D. One of the girls said "Jia you" to Joce ^^ and the guy was kinda cute too =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, me and Joce called JLoh to come. The actual reason why we are performing is because we wanted it to be a surprise for JLoh cush he leaving in 8 more days. ='(. We found out Mark told JLoh we performing and we were like so kintio and we managed to convince JLoh we were actually not performing but only watching lol. SAKAI. XD. When he came, he wanted to buy a ticket and that was when we realized the tickets were sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when something great happened. Welina, Cheryl, Stella and Ashley Pan (probably the only Lodgians who went besides another guy from Form 2) came downstairs. They told us they didn't want to watch anymore. They wanted to go Star Cineplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Do you have Star's number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah? Who is Star? O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Star Cineplex's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ashley sold JLoh her ticket so he could go watch. XD. Oh ya, then..in front of JLoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Oh you don't need ticket ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joce: *praying please don't reveal that we're performing!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Since you are the PESERTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLoh: And you trick me once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually JLoh still found out. HAIYA. Suppose to be surprise but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed Joce's camera to JLoh ask him take video but he ended up taking pics only, and the pics were really dark (not his fault, since the auditorium lights were dimmed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JLoh went to the auditorium, and me, Joce and Eli went back to the classroom for Group Singing. Eli came late today. 3+pm. She was pissed at me for pissing at her =p. But, she still cool down in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! ALSO GOT like this 2 bumi guys who were also in group singing, (they won 2nd), one of the guys (his name is Edwin), he was really, REALLY good at guitar and REALLY good at singing. *I'm not being sarcastic, I'm just stressing my point, I'm not exageratting either*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joce asked him if he could play "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz (before Eli arrived)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like "Okay." Then WITHOUT any chords or whatever, he just started playing + without mistakes and I thought he was only going to play but he sang as well and he sang REALLY WELL! Then later, when JLoh went back to the auditorium hall and Joce and Eli were walking back to the classroom, I sang "Lucky" with Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH! SO EMBARRASSING! I FORGOT THE LYRICS! THANK GOD HE DIDN'T LAUGH. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, this guy, his friend, who was also singing with him and plays the guitar well too, came into the classroom, and they started jamming. And guess what? They started HARMONIZING. H-A-R-M-O-N-I-Z-I-N-G. They actually sounded like people that already had a record label. SERIOUSLY! I was like watching them with my mouth open the whole way, and the cute guy (the other group who was under group singing) was like watching them with his mouth open too. Ternganga. =p. Oh ya, those two guys I think they're group name is Request, if I'm not wrong la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Request was number 22 i think, then some band "Wonderful Tonight" was number 23, and we were number 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! (for the millionth time) AARON LIM YOU ARE SO SWEET! XD. Tze Ren came to me and whispered to me. =p. He told me that Aaron asked him to jaga me and Joce! Aww.....me and Joce gonna crush your skinny body on Monday!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a a 5-second swearing post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAO M(B SIKUI SUKU HUANA KIA! *not all, only those f(ktards back there*. Kip jeering and boo-ing at people. Summore LAUGH and MOCK them. You so good, you guys go up there and sing la. Only support ur huana frens. RACIST SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not referred to ALL. Only those who were there today, the ones that CHA SI LANG at the back there, think they so cool. My @ss ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=" Sorry. I know I shouldn't be swearing. But I can't help it those CHAO KIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the performance thingy, oh ya, the winner of the category Group Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy named Leslie and a girl, Alexandria. They sang Everyday from HSM2, SO SWEET! They hold hands and hugged after the performance, but they're not together. And even sweeter, after the performance, Leslie gave Alexandria a rose, =], to tell her how grateful he was for her performing wit him. That is what I call a gentleman. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya there were also Solo Singing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st place is a guy who sang Fall For You&lt;br /&gt;2nd place, if i not wrong, Ryan Kenny Jee, who sang My Heart Will Go On&lt;br /&gt;3rd place, a guy from Kuching High, who sang LoveBug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Singing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st place, Leslie &amp;amp; Alexandria, Everyday HSM2&lt;br /&gt;2nd place, Request, *I dunno their song =p*&lt;br /&gt;3rd place, *I forgot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance and Band I practically forgot who won, but I know 1st Place for Dance went to a group called The Masked Shufflers, OMGOSH, they were INCREDIBLE! SO CREATIVE! 2 of them wore the white masks (like the ones Slipknot use) and 2 of them had white cloth over their mouths. Their shuffling and dance co-ordination was *inserts word that is greater than the word greatest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this actual band called Stoick 4 Life, they sang 3 songs and they were really good. JLoh was like, "You're not gonna believe what you're going to see" and okay usually in a rock band, we usually assume to see a rocker chick singing right? But incredibly, we saw a girl in a dress, not over-makedup with skinny jeans or anything. Just something we didn't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who played the electric guitar was PERFECT. He could play so fast until his we practically couldn't see the hand that plucked the string. The drummer of Stoick 4 Life performed at Spring at 9p.m wit EvanStarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUS REMEMBERED when Joce reminded me of it. EvanStarr ever come to our school before! In 2006, if I'm not wrong. I remember everybody, lining up just to get da shirts! XD. They are a really, really good band, so if anyone happens to be there, tell me how it went ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..end of post liaw...very tired...it's 12:56 p.m. =]. Nitez everyone. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3005601818475356392?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3005601818475356392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3005601818475356392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3005601818475356392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3005601818475356392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/talentines-valentine_14.html' title='Talentine&apos;s Valentine'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2363706820887166767</id><published>2009-02-13T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:55:47.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Forced" Post</title><content type='html'>Due to SOME people THREATENING me to blog about this incident (you pity me o not?) =p, *ahem*ely*ahem* I would have to do it TONIGHT. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wad happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Today,13 February 2009 *omely! i kip writing 2008 ):*&lt;br /&gt;Place: 3B...=]&lt;br /&gt;Time: erm..first 2 periods after 10:10 break [English lesson =D, wit da fun teacher]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Vivian asked us to come up wit lyrics/poem/letter for last period of English today. Cush tomoro is Valentine's mah =]. So when teacher IMMEDIATELY say we can work in groups, me, Josh and Ely automatically picked each other XD. Poor Jet! =( He wanted to join also but then Ely forbidded him to do so so he ended up wit his usual gang (Robin,Mr.Egg,Karen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! BTW, I'M ADDICTED TO JET'S "THE LADY AND THE TIGER" THEME SONG. LOL! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Karen went to join us oso and Jsim so in the end we ended up wit, 5 people crowded on my table. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, we all started out wit this typical walking at the beach romantic scene thingy for our lyrics. But we ended up wit something like this for the chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blablabla*&lt;br /&gt;Not even Spongebob could make me smile like that,&lt;br /&gt;Neither Squidward, Mr.Krabs nor Pat (Patrick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe. So "bo su choi su cho" ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...back to wad happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On da foolscape paper we drafted on, there was this u noe those tiny-bodied long legged mosquitoes? Well, SOMEBODY *ahem*Jsim*ahem*, knowing the VIOLENT person he is deep inside, &gt;=(, took Ely's pencil box and PIAK the mosquitoe on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we took away the pencil box, what we saw was a poor, dead mosquito wit its yellow blood smeared all over the area near it's pulped body. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we did was, (well what Ely did was), she tore the part where the mosquito was crushed, folded it and wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"R.I.P Spidey&lt;br /&gt;Friday The 13th"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Then we left it's new paper "coffin" on the window sill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later, during Maths period after 2:20 break, Josh decided to open it and see the mosquito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Opens the "coffin"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were so shocked! The body of the mosquito was gone! Seriously! The blood still there lah -.-. We were like "OMG! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MOSQUITO?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: OMGOSH! WHERE'S THE MOSQUITO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I think it's still somewhere there (the window sill)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda: NO! THE MOSQUITO RESURRECT! THE MOSQUITO RESURRECT! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- i told you i was random (and lame) XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Caleb said, LAME IS THE NEW COOL. or something like that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME has ALWAYS BEEN COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the evanescence of the mosquito, I dunno why but me, Josh and Ely cannot stop laughing. And we were like "Okay. Whoever laughed out loud lose. The loser chia us McFlurry." So we cannot laugh until bell ring at 3:50 p.m. =p. Then OMGOODNESS i kip laughing but NOT LOL-ING. Then before bell ring i made Josh LOL. But he doesn't want to admit it, so ya...-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID! YOU STILL OWE ME AND MEL ONE MCFLURRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I OWE YOU ONE BING COFFEE =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU OWE ME STARBUCKS! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, performance! OMGOODNESS...well actually i don't reli feel nervous atm, I just want to enjoy it. I've been on the stage 2 times already =D and mygawsh! the St.Joeans are soooo sweet! They're so nice =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...=] You girls so have to meet them XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from PlanetShakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I know most of the song, I think I will like it more la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only know one song: Majesty =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISING, I FEEL MY HEART SING...HIS PRAISES, OUR LORD AND KING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p. But I wish they got sing Hosanna la =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSANNA! HOSANNA...HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) And more SLOW songs. I dunno why. I just feel His presence is more powerful in slow songs. Jump up and down so MUCH! LOL! Me, SMC, SexayLaydeh, Joce, JoshSim, JLOH!!! MY GOSH! JLOH SO CRAZY!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kip jumping up and down so high summore =p. 2 more months, hun. I'm gonna miss you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with your gf ya? XP. 2 more months...haih....wait no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AISI! FEW MORE WEEKS AR!!!! T.T...I wonder if I will ever get to see you again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2363706820887166767?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2363706820887166767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2363706820887166767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2363706820887166767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2363706820887166767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/02/forced-post.html' title='A &quot;Forced&quot; Post'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7734546783588292343</id><published>2009-01-31T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:08:32.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIH!</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T  BELIEVE IT'S SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I haven't even done my homework! and haven't studied my Science either. I made up my mind to follow my mom to the coffeeshop tomorrow at 5.45 a.m =). Dunno yet la. See if I can wake up. What I did in the CNY hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Eat&lt;br /&gt;-No Water but Can Drinks (A&amp;amp;W Rootbeer, Coke, Green Tea, Shandy)&lt;br /&gt;-Challenged my cousin to see who could drink the most cans of room-temparature Shandy at once but we couldn't pass 2 =(&lt;br /&gt;-EAT.SLEEP.EAT.SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;-Ting.Ting.Tong.Tong on the piano&lt;br /&gt;-Play violin.stop.then play again&lt;br /&gt;-SMS but only got replies from Melly =p&lt;br /&gt;-Watched Wun Chiang step on dog shit in my house =)&lt;br /&gt;-Watched the pretty fireworks&lt;br /&gt;-Felt like I lost weight AND felt like I gained weight at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;-No more "fireworks" after CNY. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was da best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+a.m-Melly smsed me. Ask her why the heck is she sms-ing me SO late at night, when she should already be asleep in her bed miles away from Kuching. Told me she was watching TV with her dad, some action movie. And I brought up the subject of "SHAKE IT" LOL! and she told me she was actually laughing out loud, and says she's afraid her dad would think she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I asked her wad actually came to her mind when I said Shake It? =p. And she said imagining me doing that "shake-my-ass" dance outside class everyday. -________-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, WTHECK?! That wasn't the answer I was expecting. ;) You know what I mean ElyRainboww. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me what was I expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on went the story again (MP3) LOL! and she laughed again -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2+a.m-Melly smsed say she wanted to sleep liaw. Just after I closed my Inbox, I happened to look up to my ceiling and I saw the most horrendous thing that could have been in your room in the middle of the night. A BIG, BROWN LIZARD! To tell you the truth, I DON'T have a phobia of lizards. I could occupy a toilet with a lizard in it. But having a lizard in your bedroom isn't very nice is it? DON'T DENY IT PEOPLE! You can't help feeling paranoid, can you?! When you think of what one lizard can do when you're sleeping...and when it's in your room....=.=". It could crawl all over you and you can wake up with a lizard over your face. Or it could just shit on you -.-". So what I did was grab 3 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My marshmallow pillow&lt;br /&gt;-My heart-shaped pillow&lt;br /&gt;-A hanger lol. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i started throwing it near the lizard to scare it away and out of my window. *I didn't wanna throw the stuff directly at it cush 1) I didn't want my stuff to even TOUCH that creature's skin 2) I didn't want it to drop all the way down onto my lovely bed XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while when that SMART idiot saw that none of the stuff was hurting it, it found a spot to settle on the ceiling. -.-" and to make it worse at one point, both my pillows settled on top of my curtain and i hate to climb onto a table praying that it wouldn't collapse -.-" cush the leg was retarded already. Thank God I got those pillows back. Stupid lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways...besides that it's been a boring week...I can't believe I'm saying this but I CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY FRENS. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I MISS MY FREN IN SIBU MORE =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL MISS MY FRENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 Jies. Da,Er,San and Milo Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ko, James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SMC Melamin-Free Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jojoba =(. You left Lodge for Kuching High. Keep visiting yea? WHY IS IT DAT EVERYTIME YOU COME I AM NOT AROUND? THIS SUCKS YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rainbow. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squidward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OperaLaugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of my friends in 3B =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing u in *checks time on laptop-12:07 a.m* 1 more day =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in 8 months time we'll be seeing each other in the library for the SECOND TIME, all 4 classes together for PMR. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I WANNA BYE BYE NOW. BYE! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO FEBRUARY!!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7734546783588292343?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7734546783588292343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7734546783588292343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7734546783588292343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7734546783588292343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/01/haih.html' title='HAIH!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5735842248159514158</id><published>2009-01-13T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:29:38.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL! Form 3</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking....this year...2009..I'm in Form 3B =). The most retarded class ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...Robin has a new name =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Robin to Robert to Rubbish Bin to erm...Robin Eon to GAYBIN! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome GAYBIN! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Jethro are jus so "made-for-each-other" X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself actually looking back instead of moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself talking about the past...the memories that never will be forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Just last night, Yi Yong reminded me of something cos her house was flooded so she said she remember wad happen last time in primary 4~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 4.1 Science Lesson (Re-edited Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Cikgu Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: If I'm not wrong, I think it's first lesson of the day =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: *sitting down, crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Goh: What happen to you? Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: My bathtub....fly away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Goh: *laughs* How can your bathtub fly away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: Neh, the flood bring it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. The 2004 flood. Exactly like the flood now. Haiya, wad is this world coming to...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3? Four Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember way back in 2006, when Cikgu Ho a.k.a Cikgu Rahman was our class and BM techer. Everyday from something like da Total Pro Book, 10 pages of homework. COPY IN BOOK. Finish in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo happy when UPSR ended. I mean by that time my ear cacat oredi cos I always kena twist from Cikgu Ho. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before we know it, it's the year where we are sitting for our 2nd public examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.M.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penilaian Menengah Rendah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't see da point of PMRs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like torture specially for every student, cos' sooner or later everyone will have to go through PMR rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I think I stop here first. Something happened...I can't think now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5735842248159514158?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5735842248159514158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5735842248159514158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5735842248159514158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5735842248159514158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol-form-3.html' title='LOL! Form 3'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3140151386362792866</id><published>2009-01-07T01:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:56:26.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got TAGGED! XD</title><content type='html'>Whoever who gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ely my Rainbow! XD&lt;br /&gt;- looks pretty wit both curly and straight hair!&lt;br /&gt;- super hardworking X)&lt;br /&gt;- really really organized O.O. she told me all the work I had when I came to school today -.-&lt;br /&gt;- gets pissed when people pronounce her name like this : "eh-li-sa"&lt;br /&gt;- she's the one I can turn to whenever I wanna talk about God ;D&lt;br /&gt;- great in studies and in sports&lt;br /&gt;- faithful follower of God&lt;br /&gt;- likes the number 7 :p&lt;br /&gt;- we have something special in common: cloud 9!!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;- used to like Cecelia Ahern books but changed to Nicholas Sparks, I guess =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who got tagged has to write 10 things about himself/herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me!!!! Bren Sia&lt;br /&gt;- really interested when it comes to topics such as the Bible, hell, heaven, ghosts, satanism, anything to do with the paranormal and God =p&lt;br /&gt;- lovesss to sing but sucks at it =/&lt;br /&gt;- has broowwwnnn eyes and broowwwnn hair =D&lt;br /&gt;- never ever dyed/highlighted/straighten/permed my hair (only straighten and perm TEMPORARY :P)&lt;br /&gt;- learns the piano (Grade 8) and violin (Grade 4), and wants to learn the electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;- prefers diarrhea to vomiting LOL!&lt;br /&gt;- i'm really really SIMPLE. i am who i am and i don't try to follow other people.&lt;br /&gt;- share one more thing in common with ely, josh and caleb i guess. :P. OMELY! XD&lt;br /&gt;- got Ely addicted to Where Rainbows End last time :P&lt;br /&gt;- likes the colour blue, purple and black =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;Dawn- my sexay laydeh!&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn- well, I don't think you read my blog, but if someone does see this, tell her! She is TAGGED! XD&lt;br /&gt;Yi Yong- my San Jie!! Phantom of the Opera!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jessy- my Da Jie!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I LUV U! XD&lt;br /&gt;Caroline- i don't think you read my blog either but anyways my er jie, you are TAGGED TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Jesmond- my cute little chipmunk who plays the sax! XD&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Kung and Sim- the retard and the randomer! LOL! TAGGEEEDD!!&lt;br /&gt;Caleb- i know you visit my blog sometimes so yea =p&lt;br /&gt;Unis ;)- you read my blog alot don't cha?&lt;br /&gt;Cha Cha/Philemon/Chik Sheng- do this tag! X)&lt;br /&gt;Mel- Peanut Butter and Milk XP, tagged!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Duno-you are tagged! i know you no blog, but do in fs la! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3140151386362792866?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3140151386362792866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3140151386362792866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3140151386362792866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3140151386362792866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-tagged-xd.html' title='I Got TAGGED! XD'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2653507873041174377</id><published>2008-12-31T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:17:50.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Gone By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow...2008...gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye...before we know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look back to the first day of school...like in my case, the first day of Form 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories that fly by...sad times, happy times, angry times, stupid times...all gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left are the memories...which will one day be just a tiny dot etched in the corners of our minds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was something God gave to us...and we should be thankful we were chosen by Him to carry out what He would do on Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love.&lt;br /&gt;To care.&lt;br /&gt;To spread His Word.&lt;br /&gt;To heal.&lt;br /&gt;To pray and worship Him.&lt;br /&gt;To trust.&lt;br /&gt;And many many other positive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful, cos' when you know you livin and breathin every single moment now, while someone's life has ended in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that you were even born, unlike those little babies that die of abortion or miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that God specially chose each and every one of us to glorify His name and to share His love among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the purpose of Him giving us life is to fulfill His Word in our "first life", before moving on to our "second life" which is eternal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought of this concept. I figured that our life on Earth is like a trial to determine if we earn a place in heaven or not, judging by how much good we have done. It is a fair thing to do, we are given a mind of our own, privilege of making decisions on our own and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's up to each and everyone of us..let's not take the wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if we do, we'll suffer much more in our "second life"..just that we'll be suffering in Hell rather than being in blissful paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we have done anything bad like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Satanism- okay, I listen to satanic songs but I don't practice satanism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Premarital Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Well, anything that is sinful and unclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let us all not hesitate to repent...it doesn't mean we have to go for Confession in Church or what...just be really really sorry for our sins and ask God for forgiveness...I'm sure He'll forgive us...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live 2009 and the coming years to the fullest, everyone! Life could be short or long, depending on how we live it. By drugs, sex and alcohol or by faith, trust, love and hope. Our lives is in God's hand, He could take it away anytime, anywhere. Never blame God for someone's death or a dying person...as He has his reasons for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy 2009 everyone! Live in the light of God...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2653507873041174377?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2653507873041174377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2653507873041174377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2653507873041174377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2653507873041174377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-year-gone-by.html' title='Another Year Gone By...'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7387757101864678421</id><published>2008-12-30T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:56:42.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 101 =)</title><content type='html'>My 101st post...in let's see...March, April May...now it's December (12-3+1)..erm...erm....(9+1)=10! My 101st post in 10 months...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song for quite some time now..ever since the year 2006..this song is so inspiring and I feel that I should share it all with you..if you would actually be considerate enough to not turn off the music player in my blog now, (i changed the playlist AGAIN), the first song would be the song I'm talking about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't Take That Away From Me" by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't say, anything they want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down, but I will not allow,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone to succeed, hanging clouds over me and,&lt;br /&gt;They can't try not to make me feel that I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter at all, but I refuse to falter in what I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Or lose faith in my dreams, cause' there's,&lt;br /&gt;There's a light in me that shines brightly,&lt;br /&gt;They can try, but they can't take that away from me...&lt;br /&gt;Nonononononononono...yea....Oh..&lt;br /&gt;They, they can't do, anything they want to you,&lt;br /&gt;If you let them in, but they won't never win,&lt;br /&gt;If you cling to your pride, and just push them aside see,&lt;br /&gt;I, I have learned there's an inner peace I own,&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul, that they cannot possess,&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be afraid, and the darkness will fade, cause' there's,&lt;br /&gt;There's a light in me that shines brightly, yes,&lt;br /&gt;They can try, but they can't take that away from me,&lt;br /&gt;No...they can't take this,&lt;br /&gt;Precious love I'll always have inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Certainly the Lord will guide me,&lt;br /&gt;Where I need to go...Oh...they, can't say,&lt;br /&gt;Anything they want to, say,&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down, but I won't face the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I will rise steadily, sailing out of their reach oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;They do try, hard to make me feel, that I, don't matter at all,&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to falter in what I believe, or lose faith in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Cause' there's, a light in me, that shines...brightly yea...&lt;br /&gt;They can try, but they can't take that away from...me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you did actually read through the whole thing, you can see..no, you can FEEL there's this source of inspiration coming from this lyrics. When I heard this song for the first time, I IMMEDIATELY fell in love with it. No kidding. It inspired me so much and it gave a whole new meaning to my life. Through this song, I learned to remain strong when people persecute me, remain faithful amidst all the evil that is happening in this world right now, trust that when something happens that isn't according to our will, it will be according to God's as He knows what is best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah wrote this song lyric by herself. If you listen to the way she sings it, you can actually feel how much pain she has been through in her life. Growing up in a broken family, being teased of her race when she was in school, persecution. This song has something special about it, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be pasting some lyrics of praise and worship songs here like let's see..."I Could Sing of Your Love Forever". But no, from hundreds of worship songs that I could choose from, I chose this from Mariah Carey, the best female singer in the world. And I had this instinct in me asking me to write a post about this, so here I am, writing the lyrics out and sharing it with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people out there, like me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt so alone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt so crushed that your whole world seems so lifeless?&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt so helpless that when you reach out your hand, nobody takes it?&lt;br /&gt;Have you treated people good and they returned your favours with nasty deeds? (persecution)&lt;br /&gt;Have you been brought down so badly you cried yourself to sleep every night?&lt;br /&gt;Have you helped others in their time of need, but no one helps you when you need it?&lt;br /&gt;Have you loved someone and not have them love you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered "yes" to all these questions, then give this song a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and picture a life where sorrow doesn't exist...a world where peace and love unending...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has touched my life and it can touch yours too..that's why I named my Playlist Column, "Mine + Yours = Ours"..because what God has given me, will also be given to you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't Take That Away From Me" works wonders...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for those who are persecuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 35 (34) (picked from the CCB Bible:Catholic Pastoral Edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, attack those who attack me: fight against those who fight against me.&lt;br /&gt;Come to my aid with armour and shield;&lt;br /&gt;stand with your spear and war ax, halt my pursuers.&lt;br /&gt;Say to my soul, "I am your deliverer."&lt;br /&gt;Let them be shaken and dishonoured, those who seek my life.&lt;br /&gt;Let them be routed and destroyed, those who plot my ruin.&lt;br /&gt;Let them be like chaff before the wind, when the Lord's angel drives them away.&lt;br /&gt;Let their escape path be dark and precipitous, where the Lord's angel always at their heels.&lt;br /&gt;They sent their net against net against me for no cause, they dug a pit for me without reason.&lt;br /&gt;Let ruin come upon them unexpectedly, let them be entangled in their own snare; let them fall into the trap of their own making.&lt;br /&gt;Then will my soul rejoice in the Lord and exult in his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;My whole being will excalim, "O Lord, who is like you? You deliver the oppressed from those too strong for them, you rescue the poor and the needy from their oppressors."&lt;br /&gt;False witnesses take the stand, accusing me of crimes of which I am innocent.&lt;br /&gt;For my kindness they return evil, bringing my life to despair.&lt;br /&gt;When they were sick, I wore sackcloth and fasted, I prayed hard with head bowed,&lt;br /&gt;as if I were bereft of a friend or brother;&lt;br /&gt;I shed tears in grief, as one mourning the death of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;But when I stumbled they gathered in glee and, began to strike me, like strangers they disowned me and accused me falsely.&lt;br /&gt;Like an ungodly circle of mockers, they gnashed their teeth and made me the butt of all their ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;How long, O Lord, will you look on?&lt;br /&gt;Deliver my life, my only one, from these lions.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will thank you in the great assembly;&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you in the mighty throng.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let them gloat over me- those who, unprovoked, have become my foes.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let them wink maliciously- those who hate me without cause.&lt;br /&gt;Sowing discontent with their tongue and mind, they devise false accusations against the peace-loving people of the land.&lt;br /&gt;They open wide their mouths against me: "Aha! aha!" they say, "We have seen it with our own eyes!"&lt;br /&gt;But you, O Lord, who have seen, do not keep silent.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand far from me.&lt;br /&gt;Stir yourself up, stand up for my rights and my cause, my God and my Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Declare me innocent, O Lord, my God, according to your justice.&lt;br /&gt;Let them not gloat over me.&lt;br /&gt;Never give them reason to say, "We have trampled him down!"&lt;br /&gt;Let them be utterly disgraced and confounded, who exult over my calamity.&lt;br /&gt;Let them be ashamed and dishonored, who rejoice at my distress.&lt;br /&gt;But let them be glad and rejoice, who are in sympathy with my cause.&lt;br /&gt;And may they ever say, "Great is the Lord, who has justified his servant."&lt;br /&gt;Then will my tongue proclaim your righteousness, and sing your praises all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord, for the trials that He bring to our lives...and the persecutors..they have been influenced by the devil. Persecution is a sin and the work of Satan...Pray if you have been persecuted with the above prayer, and never forget to glorify God's name, no matter what the situation may be, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I assure you, if you put your trust and faith in Him, your pain will soon be over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Place your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you, for he never allows the upright to fall." Psalms 55 (54):23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, God bless all of you. And Merry Christmas XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7387757101864678421?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7387757101864678421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7387757101864678421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7387757101864678421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7387757101864678421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-101.html' title='Post 101 =)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6587874706461664050</id><published>2008-12-23T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:54:05.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Arh! =.="</title><content type='html'>This is a very short update...because SOME people requested for update...=p..sorry guys..i veri lazy to update...all i do in this holiday is sleep and eat chocolate and candies. =p..so do not be shocked when you see a humongous me that looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SVDsDdi40aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N6H322dGsds/s1600-h/sexay%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SVDsDdi40aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N6H322dGsds/s320/sexay%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981907120312738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whooaa mama! Okay lar..maybe da boobs not so big la...but don't be surprised when I first day of school come back look like that! SEXAY! No, I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today...ah yes, I wan to complain about my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, stupid wan ar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hols, I am forced to work at the kopitiam..for RM 10 a day...and the thing is, I don't even get paid everytime I work..=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my mom paid me my 4-DAY salary: RM 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the RM 10? She made some stupid excuse saying oh...since you work at my kopitiam, you have to act like one of the workers, RM3 for lunch and one free drink..so she deduct from my salary lo! AND she only said the RM 3 and one free drink rule on the 3rd day. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT only that, she took the rest of the remaining RM 10 just because I transferred RM "3" from her phone to mine without permission. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It was actually RM 5, but I told her it was RM 3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID AR! Then summore, I need to spend RM 10 soon on credit so poor ho...after I send RM 5 from her phone, my balance is still RM 5+. Pok kai. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6587874706461664050?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6587874706461664050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6587874706461664050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6587874706461664050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6587874706461664050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-arh.html' title='Stupid Arh! =.=&quot;'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SVDsDdi40aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N6H322dGsds/s72-c/sexay%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5431113490177966261</id><published>2008-11-30T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:57:38.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Not Worth Forgetting...</title><content type='html'>I am crying now.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of pain. and sadness. and sorrow. and hurt. and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la =)..&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy of knowing i have the friends that no one else could have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships no one else are privileged with..&lt;br /&gt;Friends that stick by you no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;That tells u everything's okay no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;That loves u back when others don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u all so much..and remembering that special day is all that is needed to make my day so much BRIGHTER. =)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder..God, why do I deserve friends that are so..that I don't deserve to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they want me as a friend..I wonder.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think again..my friends..my inspiration..the people that makes my dark days light up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After every storm, if you look hard enough, You will see a rainbow..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm shows the ups and downs I've been through in my 14 years of life...This ups and downs have blinded me into thinking no one cares and no one loves me...but in the end, (why does it always have to happen in the end???!)..those true friends.......the friends that make up the rainbow just appears in my life and everything becomes okay once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus wanna tell u all that I love you all and no matter what, I'm always there for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me all your problems, your secrets, everything..and I won't tell a soul except me, you and Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you all in my prayers..=)..God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BrenSia-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5431113490177966261?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5431113490177966261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7512677368919046006</id><published>2008-11-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:31:36.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You "Guys"!</title><content type='html'>Date: Wednesday, 26th November 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: Around 1+ pm - 4+pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: Arena Sukan and Igloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Wednesday la =] ) , Yi Yong invite me go play badminton at Arena along with Elisa and Jessy. I of course la wan..so long din play badminton liaw ma..so finally after using the most effective parent-convincing technique:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask when parents are in extremely good mood-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom allow so Elisa picked me up in her new Green Piccanto Car..Piccanto right? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyways, her car is cute hehe..okay back to the story...Elisa's father dropped us at the roadside..we had to get out reli quickly cos the traffic keep moving so we had to cross over to get to Arena..and Elisa was like panicking..she was like running to the other side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yi Yong were like ==" at her lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yi Yong go ki chiu at the driver jus impromptu-ly and the driver stop for us! Wah, so polite! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Then we go book court..chun chun saw, Kenric and his 2C group, Joel and his gang at the futsal place. Few minutes later, Chung Yee's gang come to play futsal oso..so we go play badminton lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not serious wan..Please. You do not want to noe...Then we play for maybe nearly 1/2 an hour (or maybe a bit past 1/2 an hour..i derno..) then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa: I think we go Igloo now la. Bren need to go home at 4 something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Yong; Hah? Why so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to explain about my mom picking me up after work and going to eat Chicken Rice which I didn't eat in the end..-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went Igloo! Due to some "technical diffiulties" Yi Yong ended up ordering a Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa ordered some peppermint ice thingy and I ordered a Pink Lady ice thingy. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisa: I need to go make a phone call to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went out for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yi Yong just talk talk lo...then I saw Elisa coming back with something in her hand..a birthday cake..from MICKEY CAKE HOUSE. KOLLY LOW'S CAKE HOUSE! WOOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eee..Elisa! Who's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Yong: Happy Birthday Bren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: =O..speechless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I was speechless..Yes, i wasn't overemotional..I learned to control my emotions on the last day of school..but seriously I was so..omely ;)..not expecting it!!! It was a chocalate cake with Pooh Bear on it and the words "Xiao Mei" aww...my gawsh....=')...and Yi Yong say she choose Winnie the Pooh cos it remind her of me..always jolly...wadda..-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! I LOVE U GUYS SO FRICKING MUCH!!!!!! THANK U SO MUCH! ='))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7512677368919046006?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7512677368919046006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7512677368919046006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7512677368919046006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7512677368919046006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-guys.html' title='I Love You &quot;Guys&quot;!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3166932802732521244</id><published>2008-11-17T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:57:59.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2008!</title><content type='html'>Yes this post is about yesterday's (16/11/08, Sunday) prom at Kuching Park. It is DEFINITELY a prom to remember...so much happiness, so many tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Yi Yong to the prom hehe..we sat at Table A with the rest of the 2A people. I didn't eat at the prom lol..i was too busy worrying about the performance. Joshua, me and Jesmond were suppose to sing "Check Yes Juliet" but then me and Jesmond dunno da song so in the end due to some "technical difficulties" (the song needed to be uploaded on YouTube on a laptop and it was very very laggy i think, due to the lousy internet service if i'm not wrong lol) Joshua sang the song solo and Acapella! It was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were other great performances like "Love Story-Taylor Swift" by Chi En and Elizabeth..they sang great! =D. Then there was also the short but hot dance ;) by Jia Ying and Wei Xin. Dang, those gals got moves!!! =)). Followed by James' exceptional beatboxing, (wow.) and Huai Xuan and Chi En singing Tatoo and the sweetest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark sang the song "Just One Chance" and dedicated it to *ahem* *ahem* i will not say who it is but you know who you are la..gawsh..she was moved to tears..I.I..so sweet! if a guy do that for me i'll be so touched. You lucky gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had games!!! One word: Hilarious. The first game was like the gals had to form the circle and the boys had to also form a circle around the girls..then the music plays the guys have to circle around the girls and the girls have to close their eyes. When the music stop, the guys stop turning and the girls have to hug the guy behind her. LOL. Didn't work out -.-. Instead, when the guys found out who they had to hug, they hugged each other instead, like our famous gay couple, Kenric and Luqman. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this game called "Honey, I Love You" the guy have to say "Honey, I Love You ,will you smile for me?" but the girl is not allowed to smile. If the guy makes her smile, then he wins. Lol. James and Josephine's was the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Honey, I Love You will you smile for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine: .....No, I won't smile for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Oh, man! This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone *shouts* : Kiss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*followed by many other people asking James to kiss her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua to me: I wanted to ask him to strip but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Strip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else: Ya, strip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So James was wearing a suit and an overcoat.so with his seductive arrrrrrrr sexy kuan, he strip his overcoat so Jo laugh lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a performance from Angeline and Yvonne and Jesmond. Jesmond was playing some slow sad song and Angeline &amp;amp; Yvonne dedicated a poem from Alvin's blog : www.alpster.blogspot.com to Ben. awww, so sweet la. I could see Ben was very touched after the performance Ben was like "Alvin, I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our footloose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got high on da dancefloor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Caroline got high. We were so hot when it came to the "I Kissed A Girl and I like it!" :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the prom was almost over everyone was asked to give Ben a hug and he broke down. ..... it was really a sad moment. I mean, it's really hard to leave so many friends who love you so much the next day (today). In the end, we were asked to leave him alone for a while. When he was okay, we all take a pic and the last one all of us were like "WE LOVE YOU, BEN!" then all of us still hugged him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tears, so many memories...WE WILL MISS YOU BEN TIFF and of course, JOSH *specially me and jesmond*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those times, all the things we went through was well worth it. :). For a friend like you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at around 12+ i dunno why but, i started reflecting on what happened last night. The reaction of those around me and I began to realize how precious time with  your friends are. We never know when our friends will be gone and we have to cherish every single moment with them. Life is a blessing from God and we should treasure it..to the best we can..live every moment of it with happiness not with sadness. Throw away all your pain. Forgive and forget. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we will never know what will happen tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3166932802732521244?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3166932802732521244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3166932802732521244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3166932802732521244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3166932802732521244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-2008.html' title='Prom 2008!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-876859838639756355</id><published>2008-11-11T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:46:00.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip...=(</title><content type='html'>Today we went on a field trip to 2 places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Borneo Springs something liddat la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Matang Wildlife Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop is Borneo Springs. The entire Form 2 went together this time to the same place. How FUN! All of us were divided into 3 buses, some 2A students shared a bus with the entire 2B and the teachers in our bus were Cikgu Agien and Mr.Camillus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when the bus left the school, I got a little excited thinking about whether something fun/dramatic will happen in this field trip, like last time the field trip to Matang Wildlife and Mervyn's fought with an orang utan over his bag which the orang utan took and also when an orang utan tried to snatch Janna's bag away from her. HAHA. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, THEN, what turned my excitement OFF completely was the traffic jam. GOODNESSGRACIOUSME! (copyrighted from Mr.Dunstan Lee) If I am not wrong, we took I think probably not less than 1/2 AN HOUR OVERALL just to get through the stupid jams. Summore it's in the morning, not like it's lunch time or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, people rush to work in the morning, whatever la..but lunch time is worse. That's when people go to eat and you see twice the amount of cars you see in the morning. Lucky adults. Some of them wake up later than their kids. =/. Not a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally what seems like 1 1/2 HOURS, (but I don't think it's that long la), we finally reached Borneo Springs. Sharon got really excited about the Borneo Springs. She was like "Did you know you can swim here?" and all that. We saw the sign : "Borneo Springs" so we were thinking springs as in big kolams with clear water. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the spring was?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where a big (if I'm not wrong) blue USL labelled metal-looking big big tank where the water is stored I guess, a tank with water leaking from it and the tank had brown muddy stains on it. HOW INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that was the spring. SO MUCH BETTER than we expected. What a BIG difference from what WE THOUGHT! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore, actually the most interesting thing I saw was the process of how the labels on the bottle actually stick to the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st process: Bottles are created by plastic. AMAZING! They make their own bottles! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd process: There's some kind of machine that grips the bottles upside-down while there's a spray that actually washes the bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd process: Bottles are filled with water and put on some kind of machine..you know those machines in the airport where you wait for your luggage and there's these rollers that can make the surface move carrying your bag towards you? Yea..same concept for these machine. The bottles are placed on this moving machine. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th process: Workers place labels on a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th process: Position the labels properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th process: There's a machine that when the bottles pass through the labels actually contract and you can see it contract and when it comes out the label just sticks firmly on the bottle. AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th process: Bottles are packed in boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY, we weren't allowed to take pictures! I REPEAT, weren't ALLOWED, NOT allowed but DON'T CARE, but WEREN'T ALLOWED, *clears throat* so sorry if you don't get the picture. =/ Not my problem anyways =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was very boring. The only people that were friendly was the man who showed us around. The other workers act as if we weren't there. How FRIENDLY! How POLITE! How COURTEOUS! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO SAD when we had to leave the Borneo Springs to go to the Matang Wildlife Centre which has many endangered species that some I've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip took less than 15 minutes. It could have been faster if the road wasn't blocked due to construction. When we reached there, we were given a briefing by some man and we all headed in groups of 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go see all the animals. The orang utans UNFORTUNATELY, were caged up this time, disallowing any drama to happen like before =(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some big ape that looked like King Kong and this ape had its own space and a very big space it was. We had to climb up to look at it cause the wall enclosing it was too high to see from ground level. The ape is HUGE! and VERY SMELLY! It was lying down and many thought it was dead but when it suddenly like come up..AIYO!!!! The smell is horrible seriously. UNCIVILISED! Don't take baths wan. Huh! Oh ya, did I tell you that this ape, it has the most BEAUTIFUL face I have ever seen. It's face is actually small, but two huge flaps on both sides make it look grotesquely large =D. And it was being very hao lian. It think it so cool, go climb all the way up look at us. Ask it to swing don't want don't want lo. In the end, Cikgu Agien scold us for coming down late cause' we were too carried away shouting at it to swing down. -__-" I call it hao lian. Kenneth called it "bastard". Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go see the orang utans finally. Then the guys, (Joel and his gang) were of cause' messing around with the orang utan. Then one orang utan started swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot who say but someone say, "Why the orang utan dick so big wan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone, if I not wrong Jethro say "That's not a dick, that's a vagina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone I donno who also dis wan say "How come the vagina so big one? Where got vagina so big?" Oh ya, it's Jethro or Joshua lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly when it was swinging, got like drops of water dropping from the peepee then Joel say "EeeE! Why got water drop from the private part one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly someone say "Lavinia, don't stand near the orang utan ar, later it pee on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Agien scolded Joel for commenting what he commented, saying something like he should watch the orang utans and not other things. =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I don't want say liaw la..Oh ya, after that we went back to school, On the way, the roads were wet and the water splashed in the bus and Joshua drank the water. =D..I think that quenched his thirst. After that, 50% of us fell asleep while some of us just keep talking -.- We reached back to school at around 1.30, half an hour later than the expected time but anyways we were given 1/2 an hour for lunch =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-876859838639756355?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/876859838639756355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=876859838639756355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/876859838639756355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/876859838639756355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/11/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip...=('/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7719955635272647043</id><published>2008-10-13T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:59:15.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, Poor Blind Man =(</title><content type='html'>Time: BM period (First 2 periods after lunch)&lt;br /&gt;Date: Today lo =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just struck me in tuition how funny Ah Tan/Dumpling/Mr.Wait's story was today lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but someone, I think Winston or Ben lol..commented something about Joshua becoming the man playing the piano outside the shopping centre there LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ah Tan/Dumpling/Mr.Wait go say last time he saw a man playing piano..you know those men who are blind one..(or "blind"..who knows..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He go give money to the man (i noe don't sound like him rite..but he's a really nice guy deep down =] )..He say he go drop a coin into the money box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the money box usually connected to a compartment of the piano..then Ah Tan/Dumpling/Mr.Wait say when he drop the coin in the whole piano off tiaw ki LOL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...then the man continue playing the piano but then no sound come out..=="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' the piano is the electric type wan ma..then when Dumpling (best name in my opinion so use Dumpling lo =D) drop the coin the whole piano no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why the man still continue playing...HAHAHAHA! OMGosh..I can't believe I'm laughing at a poor blind man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*=}}}}}]*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......HAHAHAHA...*catches breath*........HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I feel sorry for the blind man la..maybe he's also deaf..if not he won't be playing the piano when there's no sound coming out of it..^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got one time I saw the another man outside BDC Everrise there ar...usually he play piano and sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence..but..I think people pay him to shut up not to play &amp;amp; sing...==""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! It gets REALLY annoying sometimes..it's like the music is not what you would call as nice..It's like use your luck you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got additional music so just hit any keys you feel and start singing whatever shit you come up with..hhmphh....some people really try hard to earn money..not randomly "playing" the keys of the piano and singing whatever comes up into your mind...but hiya..what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to earn a living mah! Aiyerrh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night his microphone I think spoil/disconnected then I was like looking at him..his keyboard still working and then he was like still playing and I guess he didn't realize his microphone was spoilt/disconnected because when I look at him I saw that his lips still moving but like I can't hear what he said/sang cause' the music (as usual ==) was too loud -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess he's also blind and deaf =(...I pity this people sometimes..but what people tell us it becomes epic you know just like Hannibal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That violent-natured guy in my class told me about the part where there was a man who was tied with ropes to a wheelchair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some people go pour kerosene on him and lit him up and push him down a hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..it's not suppose to be funny...but that violent guy made it so funny everytime I think about a burning man rolling down a hill it makes me laugh =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, tonight in BM tuition, all of us were talking about ways to die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Painful) ways to die:&lt;br /&gt;*cut your veins&lt;br /&gt;*shoot yourself in the mouth/head&lt;br /&gt;*someone cuts/tortures you bit my bit&lt;br /&gt;*burnt alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Less painful) ways to die:&lt;br /&gt;*Sleep in carbon monoxide&lt;br /&gt;*Overdose on sleeping pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Do not (even) try this at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7719955635272647043?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7719955635272647043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7719955635272647043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7719955635272647043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7719955635272647043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-poor-blind-man.html' title='Poor, Poor Blind Man =('/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2535687547789116618</id><published>2008-10-11T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:45:03.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot.Dot.Dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is a VERY boring day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;VERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First thing I did is wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I sat up on the bed and fell asleep in that position -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I wake up again then I check my laptop..then I fell asleep in that position -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I wake up again then I lie back in bed =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I was WOKEN UP by my ah ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah Ma: "Da! Chey liaw!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: *checks time* zzz....Pek tiam pua nia! Wa kok ai kun seng..Lu chang ho ek lu kio wa..wa kun seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Few minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah Ma: "Da! Chey liaw la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I wake up lo == so annoying..holidays cannot even sleep in! Hhmph..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bath, go kopitiam..don't have to help today cause' got enough ppl =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I sit down and study Form 1 Sejarah lo...I found Jessy &amp;amp; Elisa's way of studying quite effective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Study tip: You make the chapter into a story and read it out/in your mind in English =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But take quite a long time...very lazy leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I go to another corner to study..more quite..then instead of studying I fell asleep...I actually got dream okay?! Sleep until liddat =D..Heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then wake up, go by buttermilk bun eat...X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Go home..get ready, bath, go St. Peter's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Meet Lodgians there I know there like Karen Tsai, Susan, Vanessa and Alyssa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got one part the second reading of the Mass where...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reader: .........The Word of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Usually, all of us suppose to say "Thanks be to God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rest of us: Thanks be to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aunty: Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aunty: Ei! Aisi! Wa kong salah ki! Wa tu si kong Amen ki! Si ha mik ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and my other aunty: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aunty: Hah?! See hamik arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and my other aunty: *continues laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So my aunty who said Amen got pissed so she won't talk to us =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well anyways right now! Right now when I'm posting this (10:44 pm) I saw some creepy person next door to my house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He was walking in total darkness outside the house and I spotted him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He must have seen me because he stopped walking so creepy okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-___-"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2535687547789116618?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2535687547789116618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2535687547789116618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2535687547789116618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2535687547789116618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/dotdotdot.html' title='Dot.Dot.Dot'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1523972199420756208</id><published>2008-10-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:59:37.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Conversation =)</title><content type='html'>......... 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[cheese muffin blueberry muffin chocolate muffin =D] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1523972199420756208?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1523972199420756208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1523972199420756208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1523972199420756208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1523972199420756208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-conversation.html' title='Secret Conversation =)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3635624135434809369</id><published>2008-10-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:08:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serves Kolly Right! HAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Time: Moral period&lt;br /&gt;Day: Friday (Today)&lt;br /&gt;Place: Class 2B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: Eh, Chung Yee, you know what Bong Tan Tien Chuo is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Yee: =D YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Yee: Kolly is very stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: =O &amp;amp; *looks up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...XP..serves you right X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU CHUNG YEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been very supportive of me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3635624135434809369?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3635624135434809369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3635624135434809369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3635624135434809369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3635624135434809369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/serves-kolly-right-hahahaha.html' title='Serves Kolly Right! HAHAHAHA'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6569148571932811296</id><published>2008-10-05T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:00:03.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SOjNasMIhII/AAAAAAAAAPI/O_hCxn4SRv4/s1600-h/Love%3D%27%28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SOjNasMIhII/AAAAAAAAAPI/O_hCxn4SRv4/s320/Love%3D%27%28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253674823750026370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just finished watching "Love" a film by some guy called Kabir Bhatia..I bought it cause' I saw Acha Septriasa in the movie ma..and all her movies are so GOOD..(Love is Cinta)..I cried in that one..and no mistake I cried for this film too...so sad okay?!...Watched it last night, 4 October =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian film..I choose Malay/English subtitle...Disc quality so laoya wan! So many scratches..then my STUPID DVD player is "sensitive" to scratched discs I guess cause' keep jamming! But when I play on my laptop didn't really jam leh..but still got la..but at least better than the stupid DVD player..lousy brand one..Enzer =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this story is about 5 different people in the same town, Jakarta who unexpectedly finds their love in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First couple: Nugroho and Lestari =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nugroho is a man who works as a primary school teacher teaching Bahasa Indonesia..Very likeable..everytime he pass always got "Selamat pagi, Pak Guru!" here and "Selamat pagi, Pak Guru!" there. One day, as he was on his way to the school, he saw a woman (Lestari) having trouble putting up a banner for her new gerai. He asks her whether she knows what happen to a shop where they baiki watches wan. Lestari told Nugroho that the watch shop move somewhere else and she bought the shop from the man who owned the watch repair shop..so now it's her gerai: Gerai Lestari..something liddat la..Then she was having trouble putting up a banner to promote her foods so Nugroho help her put lo..To show her gratefulness she chia Nugroho eat her gerai's soto ayam..Nugroho said soto ayam itu enak sekali and promised that he would come back to eat it again after school session ends. When Lestari saw him, he asked her again where the watch shop was. She told him once again, that the watch shop moved and it is now her stall. Later on, a man, Amir came to pick Nugroho up. Nugroho said it was his son. Lestari talked to Amir for a while. She told Amir that Nugroho seems as if he had forgotten all that had happened when he came for his second visit to her gerai. Amir then told Lestari that Nugroho was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, a disease that affects the brain: sometimes he remembers all, sometimes he forgets it all. Amir also told Lestari that Nugroho was not his father, but his grandfather and he was Arief, not Amir. Amir was his father. Lestari asked Arief when did Alzheimer's disease striked Nugroho. Arief told her ever since his father, Amir (Nugroho's son actually) died. Though, as time flies, Lestari grew to love Nugroho despite his disease..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second couple: Tere and Awin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere Wijaya is a famous writer who falls in love with Awin, a man who works in a bookstore but has a passion and a talent for writing. Though, they both knew that love was what lies in between them, Awin wasn't ready to open his heart to love. However,  Tere finds out about his talent and passion for writing and looked for a publisher for Awin to publish his stories. Awin, who was content with his life as just a man helping in a bookstore, was unhappy about what Tere did and shouted at her. Awin then decided to "stay away" from her (as..I think la)..he needed some time alone. When Awin's boss talked to Awin about this problem, he told Awin that the problem isn't Tere, but his life. Awin then realized his mistake and he then opened his heart to accept the love that Tere was giving him but yet he didn't realize until then. He then met with Tere and told her he loved her. She told him that she loved him too and they made up so yea..YAY! HAPPILY EVER AFTER! ^^...=="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third couple: Rama and Iin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rama works in a printing company. He met Iin when she passed out at the doorstep of his workplace. When she was conscious and better after taking the food and water Rama gave her, she told Rama that she was looking for a man named Heri Santosa, the guy who I guessed, she loved and actually decided to arrive at Jakarta just to look for him. When his rakan sekerjas told her that Heri quit his job and moved somewhere they didn't know, she then asked Rama's help to print out flyers to find out where Heri was. Later on in the movie, she met Heri in a shop and he had a new girlfriend with him. Of course, she was heartbroken. She slapped him and started hitting him but was stopped by Rama. Rama told her not to waste her time loving someone who didn't love her back but she told him off and left him. She wandered the streets for a few days, willing to go back to Rama's but afraid he won't accept her. She then collapsed outside his printing company (again) and this time she was bleeding. She was sent to the hospital and doctors confirmed she was two months pregnant (with Rama's child, I guess =/)..Oh ya! Rama let her stay in his house which was situated in the squatter areas, near the railway tracks. So, I guess the time spent with Rama grew to love and though Iin still loved Heri, she decided to forget about him as she knew that she really loved Rama. After she was discharged from the hospital, she told Rama she was leaving and as she was walking to the railway, Rama came out and told her that his place was where she belonged. Although he was angry, he realized that the child was his and he did love Iin actually =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth couple: Gilang and Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a different situation. Gilang and Miranda is in their eighth year of marriage and has a Authistic daughter, Icha. When Gilang saw Miranda kissing another man, he was furious, hurt and betrayed. He didn't allow Miranda to go near Icha or to step into his house. As Icha was an Authistic child, she needs both her parents there for her. She became sad when she realized she wasn't going to see much of her mother. But one day, when Icha was in her school (for special children), Miranda came to see her. After school finished, Gilang took Icha into the car and asked her if she wanted to sit in front with him. When she didn't reply, Gilang turned back to see Icha looking at her mother who was waving at her. As Miranda turned away from her child after saying goodbye, she cried. She stopped when she heard her daughter calling her. When she turned around she saw her husband and her child. Gilang told Icha to follow her mother home and she ran into the arms of Miranda. Miranda mouthed a grateful "thank you" to him and he replied saying "Icha needs her mother too." When Gilang finally lets go of Miranda, he finds his true love at an art exhibition. The girl he used to fall in love with when he was a child. He recognized her when he saw the bracelet he made for her on her wrist. He used to say that when it comes undone, tell him as he would be the only one who could fix it but he never got to see her again until that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth couple: Restu and Dinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restu falls in love with Dinda at first sight. He saw her when she went on the same bus as him. Dinda gets down at a nearer stop which left their meeting short. Though, a few days later, they met up with each other again. Restu just knew that Dinda was "the one" for him and at one time, he asked some passengers each to pass one yellow rose to her and lastly he himself handed her a rose and asked her to be his girlfriend. She didn't answer and instead walked away. Restu followed her until she stopped and he reached out to hold her hand. She was reluctant at first but then she finally gave in. Dinda was actually falling in love with this handsome guy (Restu is played by Irwansyah)..but she was afraid of something....One day, Restu met Dinda at a park and asked if she had accepted his love yet. She unbuttoned her blouse and placed his hand on her chest. She told him that she now didn't have something that other girls have and she told him that what he saw of her all along was fake and he chose the wrong person to love. Restu was so shocked that he pulled his hand quickly out. That hurt Dinda's feelings and she left. She then sat at the bus stop and pulled out the wig she wore everyday. She threw it on the floor and drowned by her depression she collapsed unconscious on the seat of the bus stop. The next day, she was taken to the hospital. Restu found out from her father that Dinda had breast cancer and she had to have her breasts removed but by then the cancer had already spreaded. She was dying. He went to her bedsideand held her hand. She was still unconscious but breathing. He said to her that all he wanted to say was he didn't choose the wrong person to love. After he said that, she passed away. At her funeral, her father gave a piece of beige-coloured folded paper to Restu and said that he believed it was from Dinda to him. In the bus, after the funeral, Restu actually saw Dinda sitting at the one of the window seats. She smiled at him. Someone walked past and she was gone. But Restu looked again. There on the seat he saw her sit at, laid a yellow rose..she might be gone forever but their love for each other is forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contents of the Letter Dinda gave to Restu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita ingat dari kenangan-kenangan yang terekam oleh kita?&lt;br /&gt;Nama tempat, nama permainan, nama teman, atau kejadian adalah hal-hal yang mungkin lambat-laun bisa terlupa...tapi tidak dengan rasa...&lt;br /&gt;Rasa senang...rasa sedih...yang akan terus kita bawa...tanpa mudah tercecer di sepanjang perjalanan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Dan semakin kita dewasa, kita akan menyadari bahwa di antara kenangan-kenangan tersebut&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu rasa sayang yang paling besar...yaitu...cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Karena ketika satu persatu cerita berhenti dan menjadi kenangan,&lt;br /&gt;Cinta terus bergerak seiring harapan yang menyertai dia.&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang tak terlihat oleh mata, tak teraba oleh tangan...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia ada bahkan sejak kita belum bisa mengucapkannya...&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang sejati, cinta yang ketika kita kira sudah pergi,&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata cuma bersembunyi, menunggu untuk kembali lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6569148571932811296?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6569148571932811296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6569148571932811296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6569148571932811296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6569148571932811296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-finished-watching-love-film-by.html' title=''/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SOjNasMIhII/AAAAAAAAAPI/O_hCxn4SRv4/s72-c/Love%3D%27%28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4881334019423428758</id><published>2008-10-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:48:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes Yummah Yum Yum =))</title><content type='html'>Date: 29/9/08&lt;br /&gt;Time: Somewhere in between 7-9pm?&lt;br /&gt;Place: Cikgu Joey's tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another typical tuition night =)&lt;br /&gt;Yes I go two times now to tuition&lt;br /&gt;3 times if there's extra class&lt;br /&gt;And summore you pay the same fee and learn more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between Monday and Wednesday class is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Me, JLoh and Jordan Teng&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Me, JLoh, Jaomi, Mark, James and Justin =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea on that night, Jordan was so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave teacher a set of cupcakes...made by him and his mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then surprisingly when we were doing our essays, he took out 2 cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for me, one for JLoh..awww...that's so nice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's cheese and one is chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid JLoh take the chocolate one! grrr...X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the cheese one was so..heaven.in.every.bite-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate one well JLoh let's find the suitable word...DEVOURED it ==" literally =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din even offer me some...huh...oh wells..at least he didn't take my cupcake muahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jordan Teng came up with the truth; He said he made the chocolate one and his mom made the cheese one cause' he didn't know how to make the cheese cupcake..But anyways thank you Jordan =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!!! oh yea his blog...he has one =)..www.jordanteng.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:If you notice, I don't change the HTML..to me it's the way you present your story not like how colourful shit it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: When I said the colourful shit part don't get me wrong..I'm not referring to any blogs =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes...for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes...for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes...for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;*Next morning*, cupcakes! for brunch...&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes...for tea time,&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes...for free time,&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes...for dessert,&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes my favourite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..it's meant to be a childish song but anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4881334019423428758?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4881334019423428758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4881334019423428758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4881334019423428758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4881334019423428758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/10/cupcakes-yummah-yum-yum.html' title='Cupcakes Yummah Yum Yum =))'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-8010810695231707581</id><published>2008-09-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:15:50.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spamming Dumbfricks =/</title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that we form 2's are SO stupid izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stupid childish form 1's! (some not all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you very cool izzit..go talk crap about people's blog and judge people before you know them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we are so dumb not to realize you're from form 1?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you very grown up already izzit..wan go choi su with us form 2's izzit..i find out who you are you die liaw i tell u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE PPL (some might not be from form 1) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mehateahlien&lt;br /&gt;- sm1&lt;br /&gt;- zzz&lt;br /&gt;- some hahaz guy/girl..forgot the name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you watch out i tell u...JUST WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you also..ask prefect do your shitty work for you..your karangans, your lisan all that..do your own damn work you lazy little pigs..=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-8010810695231707581?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8010810695231707581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=8010810695231707581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8010810695231707581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/8010810695231707581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/09/spamming-dumbfricks.html' title='Spamming Dumbfricks =/'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6288840238714618566</id><published>2008-09-24T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:57:05.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Students Came To Our School!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is the day the Aussie students came to our school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had (the boring) ahem...sorry..ERT ^^ for first two periods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Really suck at jahitan so i was still at the meniti the bahu part and i have to keep re-doing it because teacher said when we mesin it the line on both cloth different =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then in the end, it was meant to be different..so it's not me okay..it's the stupid cloth =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay! Then we got back to our class..We all freaked out when we saw all the Aussie students in 2A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then summore, a few seconds later our 2B PK boys step in the class and said the Aussie students were in their class and then we really freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then somebody go put a chair between Winston and my place so Winston push it to the front of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Woi! Put it near Joshua lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then I go drag it to Joshua place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Teng teng! Teng teng! The Aussie students come liaww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3 girls and 2 boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The 3 girls were Georgia, Stacey and Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The 2 boys were Cain and Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;None of them sat at the seat next to Joshua (in front of me, next to Vui Yiin)..soi ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vui Yiin was like telling me in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vui Yiin: Eh Joshua! I want the hot guy sit next to you (between her and Joshua) later okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Joshua: I also want! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So after that IN THE END..nobody sat there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Liz and Georgia sat in between Claudia, Eunice and Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cain sat between Ben and Lavinia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stacey sat between Kolly and Winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I saw the other side of Joel today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cikgu Agien ask Joel talk to Georgia as she was sitting between him and Claudia mah..so he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;very shy and he couldn't talk with her so teacher ask me change place with him so me and Zhi Li ended up talking to Georgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We took pictures..we played charades..kind of boring =="..teacher didn't think up her own words..needed some students to think it up..hhmph =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But soon we dropped the charades and teacher asked them to introduce themselves in bahasa indonesia cause' they all took indonesian =D..yea don't look down on Aussians..they understand Malay =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cikgu Agien complimented Cain as she thought he was the best and Louis used the phrase "Saya suka sekali akan..." and teacher was impressed too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Liz used a particular Indonesian word I forgot that I didn't understand =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They are all so nice..then the fun part came...BREAK TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We all brought the Aussie students down to the canteen and when we saw the basketball + netball court was covered up by all the Aussie students who came to our school I was really surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At first I thought they were playing rugby but then they explained to us saying it was football. They thought me how to kick the rugby ball and how to hit it with you hand..it looks exactly like a rugby ball..the pointy one and it was really fun cause' in Malaysia we don't have football like that..and learning how to play it was actually quite fun. Then we had to go up. The Aussie students were reluctant to go too..they were all having too much fun playing football ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Georgia told me it was their national sport back in Aussie..They have the football we play in Malaysia too (the black and white ball =P) but it's not as big as their version of football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We went to the library next cause' it was English Library period. They left half an hour later at 11 a.m..I can't believe they're not coming back anymore..It's their first and last trip to Lodge so au revoir! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We all gonna miss you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6288840238714618566?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6288840238714618566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6288840238714618566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6288840238714618566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6288840238714618566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/09/aussie-students-came-to-our-school.html' title='Aussie Students Came To Our School!!!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4170116808877589066</id><published>2008-09-23T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:00:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day! =D</title><content type='html'>Today is a really happy day!&lt;br /&gt;None of the teachers got mad..even Cikgu Emily Jong and Cikgu Arthur Wong didn't get mad at our class...waaaah..so unbelievable la..=="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today quite boring..PE so little time because actually Cikgu Anthony say we stop our lesson at 8.00 a.m which is 10 MINUTES EARLIER than our usual time..then some more SOME primary 6 teacher come and go complain say we have to like stop earlier because the students will be coming in for assembly at 8.55 a.m...so it was pretty boring...=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly..lol Tzin Hwa brought his Sejarah book down and do work...The teacher spotted him and warn him then go announce in through the microphone for EVERYONE in the hall to hear...so unfair okay? Last time I brought ONE PIECE of A4 Paper down as straight after assembly I have my BM Oral so I very nervous..Then she took my paper away without any warning whatsoever...So unfair okay??&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I got all A's for my BM oral if not it's all that stupid biased teacher's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..then next we had..yaya let's skip *yawn* English..&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla..Lunch...eat eat eat...bell ring...ring ring ring..then..&lt;br /&gt;Computer..the lesson I dread then I remember..eh ya ho..i pass up all my programming liaw today do flash..and quite interesting summore&lt;br /&gt;And to make things better, teacher was in a good mood so we all were happy&lt;br /&gt;I was actually the fastest doing that stupid shockwave thing..then suddenly I do wrong then I became slowest..so soi ho? ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then few minutes before bell ring..Mr.Ling step into the Computer room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ling: Are you going out for your break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Ye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interrupted by majority of students saying "No")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bla bla bla*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Ling: Er.. I-er just have a short announcement to make. A group of 21 students is visiting our school tomorrow. 5-6 of them will be placed in your class. We will be putting extra chairs in your class by tomorrow. They will be visiting our school from 8 in the morning until lunch and then they will go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ling leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, we all left the Computer Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students are from Victoria, Australia. A place start with G wan. Forgot liaw..it's in Victoria. =) Ben knows..natural Aussie Malaysian ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Art..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When teacher telling us how to mix the colours on each different leaf then Caroline suddenly come in our class without teacher's permission..Aiyoyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To return Eon's Web A book! ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she go up to teacher LOL and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline: Cikgu, how you mix the colours ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then teacher answer her LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she left the class..==..teacher didn't even notice she's not from our class =="""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline is SO random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Caroline, Yi Yong - Random Queens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4170116808877589066?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4170116808877589066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4170116808877589066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4170116808877589066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4170116808877589066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-day-d.html' title='Happy Day! =D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-9087570004280450386</id><published>2008-09-11T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:08:57.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol Pius is so cute.</title><content type='html'>Date: Wednesday,10/9/08 (Yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Time: English lesson (Last 2 periods)&lt;br /&gt;Place: Classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! SO CUTE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher went out of the class for a while so some of the people go running around the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout, shout, shout..==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joshua, you b*tch!" here, "Joshua, you gay!" there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, saw teacher coming back....walking nearer..nearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the typical student reaction...;)...RUN BACK TO YOUR SEATS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone run to the nearest seat they could find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumpling sit at Pius place..he was actually sitting at Daryl's place but he so kelam kabut he probably just sat at Pius' place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pius dunno lo..and just when teacher want to open the door..he quickly like flop himself down on his chair...(he didn't know Dumpling was there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course Dumpling don't want to get sat on by Pius rite so he dragged himself back..Then just when teacher came in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pius plop! on the floor lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumpling: *shocked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started laughing lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! =}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-9087570004280450386?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9087570004280450386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=9087570004280450386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/9087570004280450386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/9087570004280450386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-pius-is-so-cute.html' title='Lol Pius is so cute.'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1160104563723035902</id><published>2008-09-03T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:52:14.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men-SiaSoiKan..Student Bully Teacher Lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time: Lunch hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Place: ERT Cookery Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Date: 3/9/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOL! This morning 1st and 2nd periods we made watermelon juice! Mine is sugar syrup-free and i added some lime..not bad hor..the taste quite nice..I gave the small bottle one to Tee Neng..hehe ^^..and a lot of people try the one I'm drinking..the big-bottle one..share saliva much?! =="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways this afternoon teacher say she menilai us on etika makanan so we all eat at the cookery room..omgosh..then teacher went out of the room and she went out for quite a while..Then Claudia finish her food and she go out also..CHUN CHUN AR! LOL..she saw teacher spit in the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Claudia: YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: *thinks* What happen?? *says out loud* What happen? Hah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Claudia: *laughs* teacher spit in the drain..yucks man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: *laughs* yalo! this teacher ar! not only spit in the drain also burp also ar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Melissa (or was it Pamela..): Got meh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Ya..that time when teacher teach about kuih..the lesson she teach about the kuih wan..she like explaining about the kuih tempatan (i have a bad habit of repeating my points ==) and when she thought nobody looking she like suddenly stop then "oooooook!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Melissa and Pamela: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Teacher smile smile when she found out every girl in 2B knew what she did..hehe..so mensiasoikan la..==""..na si wa si sin seh, wa bo bin lo..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Claudia was still hungry so she go around looking at whose food she should eat..then she settled for Brenda Ong's BIG drumstick..RM 5 for a piece of drumstick and yellow rice. ONLY. what the heck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cikgu: I potong markah for etika makanan ah! Your etika makanan is salah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Claudia: *jokingly* Teacher you better give me good mark or I go tell Mr.Lee you spit in the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry..=}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1160104563723035902?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1160104563723035902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1160104563723035902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1160104563723035902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1160104563723035902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-siasoikanstudent-bully-teacher-lol.html' title='Men-SiaSoiKan..Student Bully Teacher Lol...'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4427044415140406348</id><published>2008-08-31T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:09:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wierdest Dream</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream ever! I fell asleep in my kopitiam cause' to tired mah..last night sleep at 1+am then wake up at like 8+ or a bit past 9 liddat. Then when reach kopitiam, have to help, walk here walk there. Collect glasses, service people, wash the cups, bring the drinks, collect money, blah. So I so tired, I sleep lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First part of my extremely weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle come to my kopitiam..I was so tired when he sit next to me, (I was sleeping already before he come) I just looked at him and went back to sleep.((This part is real, fyi)) The weird thing is I dreamt ((then this part is my dream..=P)) that my auntie actually came along, my uncle's wife, and she was talking while I was trying to stop blinking the tiredness away from my eyes. Actually, I thought that really happened but when I asked my mom if my auntie came to the kopitiam, she said she didn't so..yea..=="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second part of my extremely weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely remember it. I know got Cikgu Kho Aik Leong inside. It was something about being at the backstage of our school hall (you know the one at the right nearest to the door..with all the switches and curtain open switch there?).. and then Cikgu Kho got take the penyapu and kill the lizard then when he pass the penyapu to me it's like the penyapu he kill the lizard with okay! Then the part he use to kill brush on my jeans =="..Then I dream that I dreamt that event happening the night before it actually happen. Which means, in my dream I dreamt about what Cikgu Kho did the day before he actually did it..So it's like a premonition hor..=="""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last part of my extremely weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sign in my blog using Elyssa's computer. Then got one time I check my blog, the background all totally change and all that. It was like changed totally to an extent that the whole background was grey..then like there was like a header and a border and there were colourful flowers decorating my border..so in my dream, I thought it was Elyssa who changed it since&lt;br /&gt;maybe when I sign in using her computer my username and password was saved in her computer marh..So I got pissed cause basically, my last background..the "Step Into My World" was really nice, then it got changed completely so I got pissed..-.-..I scroll down and my chatbox was at the right hand side then I saw new comment from eli. It said something like "It's better like this anyway"..something like that la..so I assumed she was the one who change my background..==..so weird right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4427044415140406348?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4427044415140406348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4427044415140406348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4427044415140406348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4427044415140406348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/wierdest-dream.html' title='The Wierdest Dream'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4754202205104069162</id><published>2008-08-31T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:59:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL..I Remember Liaw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOLLOLLOLLOLLOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ely is BLUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is proof to show it =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time: After break, 1st period-English Library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date: Forgot liaw..oh yea..=D..it's either Wednesday, 27th or 20th lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place: Outside the school library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pamela was talking to Ely about Cameron Highland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmm...I WONDER WHAT Ely must be thinking about..that got her so caught up in her own world that she didn't realize Pamela was talking about CAMERON Highland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pamela: Eh, you're not listening to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ely: Who say?! You were talking about something like Cool Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pamela: *laughs* I was talking about Cameron Highlands la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ely: O.O Izzit?! *laughs and keep repeating what she said ==""*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have weird friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOL..Joking nia..dun take the word "weird" seriously..=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4754202205104069162?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4754202205104069162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4754202205104069162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4754202205104069162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4754202205104069162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/loli-remember-liaw.html' title='LOL..I Remember Liaw!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5583962364799115458</id><published>2008-08-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:03:26.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Day Is FINALLY Over =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Merdeka Day is finally over! An end to conflict, stress, screaming at the boys to shut up and co-operate, swearing at the guys, feeling like smacking/slapping some of the girls and all that. Yesterday we had our performance. Claudia forgot to bring the RADIO and the CD in it. ==". Some of the guys keep saying "Brenda! We just forfeit la!" So I was damn pissed yesterday because of that. What do they know anyways? It's other people who does the work, who puts in the effort, not them. That's why forfeiting sounds so easy for them. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to make things worse, on that day, got ONE particular guy PURPOSELY didn't come just because Elyssa scolded him as he wasn't co-operating. Cikgu Agien's pissed at him so she said the maximum amount of demerit she will give him is 10. I feel so sorry for Jet sometimes..He does minor things like fool around a little bit nia in class and he gets the same amount of demerit..The guys pick on him, he gets the demerits. Well, I'm telling you if you're reading it..if Jethro gets suspended and you all don't, well listen, you deserve to get suspended more than he deserves it. How could you do this to him? How would YOU feel if you were in his shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you even dare to say that I don't know his real "kuan"..Well whatever his real "kuan" maybe, I'm ABSOLUTELY sure it's not as bad as YOUR attitudes. Please,la..Even if you don't like him, just stop doing this to him la..Okay..The power of God will now interfere..Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You know bullying/picking on your friend is a wrong thing. Wrong thing equals to a sin. A sin equals to a wrong-doing that God doesn't like.&lt;br /&gt;2) No matter what religion you are, be it Christian or non-Christian, you still believe in a God right? So if you know what you're doing is not pleasing to your God, then why still do it?&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a life cause' you don't have one. Why? If you have a life, you won't be doing all this stupid things, like bullying people you be song or stuff like that..so please la GET A DAMN LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back to Merdeka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end, Claudia finally got her radio and CD and it worked out pretty okay..BUT.. WE DIDN'T WIN. Okay, I feel happy that we all tried our best but also very disappointed. It's hard for Ely too. She cried. =(. I didn't but I feel like a failure too. It's like everyone's efforts lead to nothing in the end. But at least we all tried our best la. I know winning isn't everything but not winning anything gives you that kind of negative feeling about like..maybe it was my fault that the we didn't win or something..but anyways.. that's about all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't wanna talk about merdeka..2C you did great too! The judges are just biased! B.I.A.S.E.D..&gt;=(..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5583962364799115458?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5583962364799115458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5583962364799115458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5583962364799115458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5583962364799115458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka-day-is-finally-over.html' title='Merdeka Day Is FINALLY Over =)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1534303975943890407</id><published>2008-08-22T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:54:07.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time: 7+pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place:Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Milo came late for tuition tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And still after convincing me to overcome my "pin tua" mood and go tuition...say "Do It For Your Jie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"She herself" come late..==...we wait 1/2 an hour for "her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then.."she" still act like nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I slap "her" back with my paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Why you so late arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PIAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then my paper got stapler wan, stuck on "her" GIORDANO shirt! ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *try to pull paper out...* thinks *ee? why stuck one?* *panics and start laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessy: &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teacher: Eh? What happen? What you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: *Finally got the stapler out of "her" shirt* HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, nothing! nothing! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Milo: *checks shirt for holes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Hiya u! No hole lah! Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1534303975943890407?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1534303975943890407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1534303975943890407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1534303975943890407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1534303975943890407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/piak.html' title='PIAK!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3954536539644383211</id><published>2008-08-22T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:09:51.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILO, The One And Only Pera!</title><content type='html'>Time: 8+pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: Tuition&lt;br /&gt;Date: 22/8/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher explaining about the GAS and LIQUID PARTICLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo: Teacher, which one is the one with the JOINT particle again ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Hah?! What joint particle? Don't have joint particle la......*blah**blah**blah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA not funny for you guys but yea...i crazy tonight marh...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3954536539644383211?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3954536539644383211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3954536539644383211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3954536539644383211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3954536539644383211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/milo-one-and-only-pera.html' title='MILO, The One And Only Pera!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1840398602765193032</id><published>2008-08-20T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:15:23.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Camillus =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time: Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Place: Chee Yung Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Date:20/8/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mr. Camillus eating kin chio kueh with his friend! Bwahahaha! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STARED at him. He didn't seem to notice =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways..yea that's about all..=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA! MR CAMILLUS EATING KIN CHIO KUEH, SPOTTED BY FORM 2 LODGE SECONDARY SCHOOL STUDENT.HEEHEEHEEHIACK! =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1840398602765193032?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1840398602765193032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1840398602765193032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1840398602765193032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1840398602765193032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-camillus-d.html' title='Mr. Camillus =D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2452357260324627260</id><published>2008-08-15T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:55:02.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget and MOST IMPORTANTLY FORGIVE =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've come to learn that we all have our faults and mistakes and we're not perfect. No one is. No matter how perfect a guy/girl is in your eyes, they're never perfect. NEVER. And we just have to accept the fact that if someone has faults and mistakes, we must always be ready to forget as well as forgive, nonetheless of whose fault was it, be it you, them or both sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So, everyone out there, remember...Forget and ALWAYS FORGIVE! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ily and imy guys..={&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Counting down..2 days to Piano Exam..most important exam of my life..GRADE 8...='(..if I don't pass..God knows what my mom will do to me..so I better start practicing my scales..and improve my aural....i sing shit..;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2452357260324627260?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2452357260324627260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2452357260324627260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2452357260324627260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2452357260324627260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/forget-and-most-importantly-forgive.html' title='Forget and MOST IMPORTANTLY FORGIVE =)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7861347808004799726</id><published>2008-08-15T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:23:28.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Day Practice =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Date: Friday, 15/8/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Place: Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time: Double periods of Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I see today nearly EVERYDAY going up and down up and down their..classroom, hall, classroom, hall..i wonder HOW DO THEY GET SO MANY LESSONS to practice?! I mean the most you can get is about what...4?! Lucky them...can skip so many lessons for Merdeka Practice..even (for our class), it means, MORE YELLING, MORE STRESS and MORE TEARS...but they are also sometimes I feel like it's really worth it to you know scream your head off at your classmates...I mean..some of us we have grown up with and have been with since Kindy so we know their kelakuan la..whether angelic..0=).. or mafiaic..;)..or naughty =D..so yea today it's pretty worth it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See yesterday, I couldn't come to school because when I woke up my head felt like it was about to EXPLODE...literally..so PAINFUL..felt nauseous too..and I didn't get to see a doctor..until at night so I didn't get a sick certificate...and my teacher today asked me for one...Excuse me, I'm not trying to be rude but think a little..if I purposely wanted to skip school why should I even come TODAY when TODAY is like the LAST DAY before the HOLIDAYS!! PEESH! ==""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I got to see the amazing Claudia's dance =D..she's a girl with blessed choreography + dancing skills..absolutely blessed..=)..actually all of the dancers were blessed..I mean we are blessed with perfect anggota badan and you dancers are blessed with the talent to dance really well..I mean...the dance was really HOT! I never knew you could create half of the dance in like what 11/4 period out of 2 periods of Moral..=D...wow..so I really owe it to you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For putting in your semangat in doing this dance...and I thought we won't have a dance...so JIA YOU! WISH YOU ALL DA BEST! DUN 4GET UR MOVES..==!! XDDD..And not only that..I'm so proud of PIPS!!! He sang really loud and he even tried to dance..he made the whole situation so much happier with his funniness =D..Imagine the class without people like you Pips...you make my day =D..Thank you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you Jet, Dumpling and KarenMafia for being the leads and not leaving me out there to sing by my own...Thank you Elyssa for being such a great leader, for improving our opinions and all...Thank you to all my friends of 2B for co-operating =DD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.P.S: And thank you Pam for forgiving me =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7861347808004799726?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7861347808004799726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7861347808004799726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7861347808004799726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7861347808004799726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka-day-practice-d.html' title='Merdeka Day Practice =D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7993009172337917486</id><published>2008-08-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:10:06.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarawak Record Blackout</title><content type='html'>Date: Today..9/8/08&lt;br /&gt;Time: A little past 6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: The whole SARAWAK!!..i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom, aunty and cousins were having dinner at "Fook Khang Vegetarian"..It's located behind Hock Lee Centre..it's really good..all of you who read this should try it..=D..(avoid eating dishes with belacan or asam..it's disgusting..X) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN..3 monks and 1 shaved man (and just as I am writing this the blackout starts again...sigh..) entered the restaurant..Few moments later...POOF! Blackout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIYA! I'm so sick of this blackout..I'm writing my freaking post in the dark..my laptop battery is draining fast..,my modem shuts down and I will not be able to publish THIS post until the electricity comes on..and worse still I DON'T HAVE A DAMN GENERATOR so I'll just have to wait...T~T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..then we ate with a candle..IT WAS SO FREAKING HOT!! But I guess, like what my cousin said, we should think of all those African children who when they eat have to sit on dirt and live in darkness everyday..some are even so unlucky that they don't even get to eat everyday like us..so yea..be thankful..OKAY ELYSSA!!! YOU'RE GETTING ME INFLUENCED WITH ALL YOUR "YEA"s and now i'm writing it! peesh..anyway I'll try not to I'm not a copycat-er =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO..we finished the dinner quickly and we decided to go to DeSummit where my aunty and cousins live since I heard they have electricity there..when we went there there wasn't any electricity either..only the emergency lights were operating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw so many people in the car park wondering about since they couldn't go up to their rooms as the door that leads to the lifts as well as the door that leads to every level's room was operating on electricity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dumpling =)..he was like wondering about with his family..just mundar-mandiring..he saw me..=)..didn't get to say "hi" to him because my cousin drove away from the car park =P...so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI DUUMPPPLLINNNGGG!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better so..we went about at the pool then one of my cousin when to meet his girl friend at the badminton court..I refused to follow him so I when to search for the rest of my family =D..and I got lost..=(..then I tried looking for Dumpling..I went to the carpark (the lower level one where I thought I saw Dumpling) and the upper one..When I was on my way back to the pool the lights everywhere flickered...i was ALONE..and terribly scared i thought that it was about to blackout again..OMGosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to God and made the sign of the cross...Lord it was so creepy..={...just as I was nearing the place where the pool, cafe, tennis and basketball courts were all the lights came on...so Thank You God! Finally lights on...You know..being alone and having the lights flickering is REALLY scary cause' it reminds me of Ju-On...==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea..then we went up and watched Kimora =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing..I am just wondering if this might just be a sign from God..my cousin said that God is causing this as he wants people to be thankful to him not only in good situation but also in bad situations and something about people worshipping money more than He. And I do believe her..yes..I think God is actually trying to pull us closer to him..love, respect him more..not only turn to him when we need him..so thank you Jesus, Alleluia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7993009172337917486?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7993009172337917486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7993009172337917486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7993009172337917486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7993009172337917486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/kuching-record-blackout.html' title='Sarawak Record Blackout'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3314394320277139908</id><published>2008-08-08T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:24:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of "True Friend" lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Time: After school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Place: Outside 2A (corridor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Date: 7/8/08, Thursday =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: Bye Bren!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Don't act sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: I'm not acting sweet lah ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Comes towards me like wan 2 kill me liddat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Yi Yooooonggg!! Help meee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: *runs in front of me*..Don't you dare lay a finger on her or you know what I do to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: *laughs* What are you going to do with me?? *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: Aaah...*laughs*...(speechless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Few moments later.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: Aiya! I don't disturb you liaw la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: *returns into class*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: Ey! Let's trick YI Yong! Do like just now again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Okay! Heeeelppp!! Yi Yongg!!! HEEELLPPP MEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: *inaudible action..grabs Chinese fan from Chik Sheng and march outside*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: Ey! Didn't I tell you not to lay a finger on her??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eli: Bren..now you can tell her it was all acting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Yi Yong! We only acting la! Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: *sarcastic laugh* makes "==" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3314394320277139908?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3314394320277139908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3314394320277139908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3314394320277139908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3314394320277139908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/definition-of-true-friend-lol.html' title='Definition of &quot;True Friend&quot; lol'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7832226553288860557</id><published>2008-08-04T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:10:16.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Guys...=D</title><content type='html'>Yes...I saw this in Elyssa's blog first and I feel bad if I don't say it so it's NOT copyright..it's my own original feelings from my heart =)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! MUACKS! MUACKS! MUACKS! Okay..skip the muack-ing parts..but yea...i literally love you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Elyssa, YES, you made our day much happier......=(...oh i mean ..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..but there's a problem we need one more female lead...suggestions from 2B frens???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..the J&amp;amp;J, two of the good male singers in our class agreed to sing lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a blessing..=D...unbelievable...=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you  God!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Holy Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;And all the angels and saints and heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will glorify your name from now on..=D&lt;br /&gt;We really needed their agreement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy that *-* don't mind..no offence to him but...yea..his voice's okay..but..NO OFFENCE! J&amp;amp;J can sing..errr...what is that word..hmmm...oh ya!..BETTER..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CLOUD 9'S!! They're SOOOOOOOO D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S and Creeaaammyy..;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um...that's about all...i think...well for now....my head is like TOTALLY BLANK! I can't think of anything FUNNY or HAPPY that actuallly happened that is interesting enough to be blogged so yup....TTFN for now..XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7832226553288860557?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7832226553288860557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7832226553288860557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7832226553288860557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7832226553288860557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-guysd.html' title='Thank You Guys...=D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-1157451809216818273</id><published>2008-07-31T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:24:33.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mer" Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay okay..i know "mer" sounds wrong but I so lazy write the whole thing...ok la if you dunno wat it means..it's MERDEKA DAY Pressure. You know our class, the some-are-cooperative-some-don't-care class. Trust me, if you are assistant leader and the leader of this whole Merdeka thing is your best friend, you wouldn't be "alive" right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, 30th July 2008, my two beloved friends, Ben and Jia told me they don't want to be involved in the performance..BUT Ben said he wanted to be narrator and Jia wanted to be the "askar". Okay this is what I'm going to say..Yea..Do whatever you want, AS LONG AS you both MUST sing on that day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay..back to my point, Merdeka Day Pressure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1st Problem: Merdeka Day is less than a month away, my scores for the violinists are retarded, the violinists still don't know the correct timing and I haven't composed the piano score...AAAH!!..I told Ely to get the karaoke version of the song we're about to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ely: It's not easy to find the karaoke version for that song you know?? Can you find it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: No..but can ask J.Sim la! (Since, he's the guy that burned the songs we used last year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ely: But it's not easy to find the karaoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: And it's not easy for me to compose the scores...I'm composing the scores not you and it's not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You can see the tension can't you??? -_-..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2nd Problem: I MIGHT be singing lead..but I don't think I want to...literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Singing auditions are going to be held TOMORROW (1/8/08)..T~T..i'm not really worried about the auditions..I'm worried about SOME people..I DON'T KNOW WHO HO..always think that me and Elyssa's ideas are not really good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay..no offence but..if you think your ideas are really good, then you should become leader..me and Elyssa would GLADLY step out of our "positions"..I mean since you think that everything you say is like always good, always going to work out and all that..IF your ideas are SO good..why couldn't our class get a higher winning? Why only 5th when we all ACTUALLY CO-OPERATED AND TRIED OUR BEST? (especially Jethro who took so much effort memorising those Sultan lines..such a waste la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OR maybe it's because the problem lies in you yourself..When I said singing auditions will be held tomorrow you immediately made a big thing out of this...excuse me..did I say it was a confirmed audition? And you immediately say you didn't want to audition..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND..you couldn't even show some R.E.S.P.E.C.T for Cikgu Mikit, me and Elyssa..When we all were singing at the top of our voices, you were just playing around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WELL..LET ME TELL YOU THIS!..If people see you..they'll probably say that your parents didn't teach you NO manners..seseorang yang tidak bersopan AT ALL. PLEASE LA! Before you or any other readers think that I'm insulting this girl/guy's parents, I'M NOT!..THIS IS THE TRUTH! If you're rude, people will blame your parents for not teaching you so don't sia soi your parents okay..You want screw yourself, don't screw in school...==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND ANOTHER THING..LEARN to R.E.S.P.E.C.T other people's opinions especially mine and Elyssa's. We're really putting a lot of effort into this whole thing and if you don't want to co-operate then fine don't take part at all..if we don't win, we know WHO to blame..for his/her un-cooperativeness...I am like so fustrated at this person right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you ever read this..you probably can figure out who you are...and don't any of you readers be SO STUPID to guess this person and put his/her name in the chatbox...please la...we are born with brains so we must make use of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorry for the insults! My anger has NOT subsided COMPLETELY..there are a lot of things this person has done that had angered me....Please, la..I tell you..NONE of you have ever seen me REALLY, REALLY ANGRY! I can really KILL you if i'm REALLY pissed..I'm a very violent person when I'm totally pissed so..yea...that's about all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AND ONE LAST THING! Just think about what you are doing...God won't be happy with what you're doing you know..You are like trying to break us down by making our opinions seem so unimportant..DON'T DO THAT! IT'S NOT RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-1157451809216818273?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1157451809216818273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=1157451809216818273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1157451809216818273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/1157451809216818273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/07/mer-pressure.html' title='&quot;Mer&quot; Pressure'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-4905101928934397200</id><published>2008-07-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:10:31.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Thanks For The Gals..:)</title><content type='html'>To Mel,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there when I needed comfort,&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I don't blame you for the eye accident ;),&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that those teachers might scold you for going out,&lt;br /&gt;But thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;To Lavi,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there when I needed help,&lt;br /&gt;A pat on the back was all I needed to cheer me up,&lt;br /&gt;Always there by my side when I needed help,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;To Eunice,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to cheer up and telling me that it was my first time,&lt;br /&gt;Going to the "circle" ever since..=)),&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;To my one and only 3 jies,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me the support and some hugs from some of you,&lt;br /&gt;When I needed it,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for cheering me up, San Jie *i wanna be inside your heaven...lol..;)*,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being funni with D***el, Er Jie, hehe&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love and gentleness that can heal anybody's heart Da Jie,&lt;br /&gt;I love you gals!&lt;br /&gt;To the ONE AND ONLY ELYSSA HO,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the support,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the post in your blog,&lt;br /&gt;So touching hehehe...And don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;I have A LOT of love for ya 2 =))..&lt;br /&gt;To Bren,&lt;br /&gt;The other Bren in 2B,&lt;br /&gt;Thank u for the encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched..and emotional..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..this letter is for all who comforted me,&lt;br /&gt;So thank you!,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;To Dawn Mamiii,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the hug,&lt;br /&gt;I love hugs..X),&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the countless times you cheered me up,&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;To Yvonne,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know you much,&lt;br /&gt;But thank you for the encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for actually putting effort,&lt;br /&gt;To visit my blog,&lt;br /&gt;And yes, congrats on your win,&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your sadness on nothing anymore :),&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-4905101928934397200?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4905101928934397200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=4905101928934397200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4905101928934397200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/4905101928934397200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-of-thanks-for-gals.html' title='Letter of Thanks For The Gals..:)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3350006610196997960</id><published>2008-07-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:49:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Thanks For The Guys..:)</title><content type='html'>To all my dearest loved ones...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yii Foong.&lt;br /&gt;Who was and still is my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for helping me get through the syarahan,&lt;br /&gt;With all those changes you made that helped pull me up,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there when I needed someone to talk to (online),&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my friend since I was Primary Six,&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;To Shau Ching,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me support when I was down,&lt;br /&gt;And helped me carry on through the day,&lt;br /&gt;When my hopes were down, you still offered words that could brighten anyone's&lt;br /&gt;day,&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;To Jesmond,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for comforting me when I was depressed,&lt;br /&gt;Offering me a tissue even though you didn't have one with you,&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to sit at the canteen until I felt better,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I truly saw a good friend in you,&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;To Jia Xhin,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your *never mind-NY* last minute support,&lt;br /&gt;Asking me whether I could bring the script up,&lt;br /&gt;And looking more panicked than I was..==""..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me when I needed someone,&lt;br /&gt;To show me care,&lt;br /&gt;I love you too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless all of you...I love you always forever and ever...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-3350006610196997960?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3350006610196997960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3350006610196997960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3350006610196997960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/3350006610196997960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-of-thanks-for-guys.html' title='Letter of Thanks For The Guys..:)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6197192927235541569</id><published>2008-07-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:10:47.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Has He Taught Us?</title><content type='html'>I looked at teacher... She just gave me a mark for my Moral paper as one of the answers she marked wrong, after much consideration decided that it was correct. "Yay..that makes it 81%" I thought happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Bong took my paper..flipped through the pages..looked at the question that asked about the punca keciciran pelajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy: Eh so unfair..you get full mark for this section..teacher give all of us 3 marks only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put my paper on the table and the guys said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jethro: Eh cikgu mengapa dia dapat full mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Yalah! Dia baru tulis one sentence sahaja. Mengapa saya baru dapat 3 marks dan dia dapat 6 marks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Mikit looks at Ben's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu: Lihat ini ya..Dalam BM, ayat kamu dianggap tergantung. Dia (me) pula menulis dalam ayat penuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jethro looks at my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jethro: Tapi cikgu! Jawapan dia bukan dari text book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Ya cigku! Jawapannya bukan dari text book leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu: Ya..tapi..[interrupted by them]..Baiklah saya potong 3 markah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuts 3 marks from my paper..left 78%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying..but I remembered what happened to Jesus in the Bible..He was mocked..called the King of the Jews. He was betrayed by his own disciple, Judas. He who was innocent was crucified, just so that our sins would be forgiven...if he could go through all this..how could I not go through something that was compared to his suffering, a "drop of water in a bucket"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had forgiven Peter when he denied knowing Him 3 TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;He had eaten with TAX COLLECTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, he has taught us all the concept of "forgive and forget".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people in this world that are just waiting to bring you down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look down on you, to insult you, to take advantage of u..but remember....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 25:21- If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat, if your enemy is thirsty, give him water to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 129:2- They may have greatly opressed me from my youth, but they have not gained victory over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...enemy doesn't sound right..hmm...let's change it...enemy*...change to....friend..=D..that's better..X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6197192927235541569?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6197192927235541569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6197192927235541569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6197192927235541569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6197192927235541569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-has-he-taught-us.html' title='What Has He Taught Us?'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5761417409003308755</id><published>2008-07-09T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:26:08.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten "Commandments"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SHRihkZmKJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c1ncssShomQ/s1600-h/Fcking+Stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SHRihkZmKJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c1ncssShomQ/s320/Fcking+Stupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220906196875487378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Created by: One of the gangs in 2B (Guess which one la..==")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saw this on ELYssa's weebly..=D..i save it in my own comp..muahahaha...i'm so evil..=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enlarge to see this ten "commandments"...after u read it u will find that one of the commandments is unexpectedly funny...==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8393223792659846151-5761417409003308755?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5761417409003308755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5761417409003308755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5761417409003308755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5761417409003308755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-commandments.html' title='The Ten &quot;Commandments&quot;'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SHRihkZmKJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c1ncssShomQ/s72-c/Fcking+Stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-454270699858556872</id><published>2008-06-26T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:11:31.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff That Happened Yesterday (25/6/08)</title><content type='html'>Stuff: Something to do with lifts..&lt;br /&gt;Place: Everrise Store at BDC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened: Me, Eunice, La and Kolly were going for the bowling competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We climb up or we use lift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: Hiya! I lazy climb up arh! Use lift la! Easier oso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lift door opens and couple of ppl come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Four of us go in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: Eh, shut the lift door liaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*keep pressing the button tat opens the lift door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait for it 2 close la...ya! Why you keep on pressing the open button..that wan is open the lift door wan u noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: Oh..izzit? *opera laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all of us laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About 5 secs..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: Eh! Why not close wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ai si ar! Kolly c la! U spoil the lift door! We better get out before we all stuck here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that day..the lift was spoilt because of us...well..Kolly...==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-454270699858556872?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/454270699858556872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=454270699858556872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/454270699858556872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/454270699858556872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuff-that-happened-yesterday-25608.html' title='Stuff That Happened Yesterday (25/6/08)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2504240330914620377</id><published>2008-06-22T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:36:55.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate Workshop..=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time: 8.00 a.m ---&gt; 6.25 p.m (but i arrived at 7.10 a.m)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place: Green Road Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When: Saturday....21/6/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went for the debate workshop yesterday..=DD...i guess it was ok for me la..cuz i actually reli lyk debate and debating so umm....tat's all?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOU WISH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had Singapore Chicken Rice for lunch...the girl who gave out the food only announced who needed halal food wen some of us already took the food...==...but anyways....back to the debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We actually have to debate 2 rounds...but there wasn't enough time so we debated on one only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The motions are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THBT tuition does more harm than good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THBT honesty is always the best policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THBT peers make better counsellors than adults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My group, Me + Cindy + Jaomi were against Yi Yong's group...we chose the first motion and we...luckily...got the Government so it (in our opinion) is easier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is our roles in  our own groups:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Government Bench &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jaomi- Prime Minister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me- Deputy Prime Minister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cindy- Whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Opposition Bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jocelyn- Opposition Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael- Deputy Opposition Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yi Yong- Whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end our team won...we were like so shocked...i mean..my mouth hung open for at least 6seconds...we all thought that Yi Yong's group was going to win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But even if we win...you know...it doesn't make any difference...because we didn't fcking win anything so...yea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways....pictures of you, pictures of me, hanging on the...oh sorry...i mean.....AHEM...pictures from the Debating Workshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5cRzIiR-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/9Tw9RWko4YY/s1600-h/few+minutes+before+competition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5cRzIiR-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/9Tw9RWko4YY/s320/few+minutes+before+competition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214706879395153890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I look so scared....Kenric took this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kenric: Brenda! Brenda! Look here! Smileee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Hiya u!! I no time to take photo la...doing my notes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5eKiKBlOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/etAAodpQAGE/s1600-h/yi+yong+tam+chiak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5eKiKBlOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/etAAodpQAGE/s320/yi+yong+tam+chiak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214708953602168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another pic...Tam Chiak Yi Yong drinking her Strawberry Milky Tea with Pearl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5dKgdn1hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vnW2nQ7eeyE/s1600-h/Another+Debate+Pic+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5dKgdn1hI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vnW2nQ7eeyE/s320/Another+Debate+Pic+lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214707853635868178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back row: Cindy, Cynthia, Jaomi, Atikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Front row: Me, Yi Yong, Jocelyn, Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kenric: Uhyuh! Chleh Yi Yong aneh tam chiak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: What lah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kenric: Hip sio eng pun ai lim chui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yi Yong: Ho la ho la! I put this bags..cover my drinks...ok ok...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SGOPEA2pgJI/AAAAAAAAAME/PkFGZzlO8R0/s1600-h/lmao+guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SGOPEA2pgJI/AAAAAAAAAME/PkFGZzlO8R0/s320/lmao+guys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216170092536627346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha...lmao...kenric and joshua posers...==....the gals oso..haiya...."natural" is da best la...mien pose la yar....lyk dat stupid candid pic of me in cindy's blog...==""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5e8F892GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gFTuQSSGO1k/s1600-h/The+Swinburn+Debaters+Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5e8F892GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gFTuQSSGO1k/s320/The+Swinburn+Debaters+Club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214709805024663650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the people that explained to us about debate...they did a demonstration on "THW implement corporal punishment"..it was reli good...one Green Rodian guy raising his armpit....==..i noe ur armpit veri sexy ok...dun haf 2 show off..XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5gDAgLWeI/AAAAAAAAALM/kTMHOv-GjbE/s1600-h/tsktsktsk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5gDAgLWeI/AAAAAAAAALM/kTMHOv-GjbE/s320/tsktsktsk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214711023332448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The motto of Green Rodians' school hall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-AGA KEBSIHN DEWA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5g-P0uHzI/AAAAAAAAALU/IFa8lVS_lSc/s1600-h/the+debators+of+GRSS+and+SM+Lodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5g-P0uHzI/AAAAAAAAALU/IFa8lVS_lSc/s320/the+debators+of+GRSS+and+SM+Lodge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214712041057427250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And finally...before we bid our au revoir 2 each other...a group pic of the debators of SM Lodge and SMK Green Road...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2504240330914620377?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2504240330914620377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=2504240330914620377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2504240330914620377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/2504240330914620377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/06/debate-workshopd.html' title='Debate Workshop..=D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SF5cRzIiR-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/9Tw9RWko4YY/s72-c/few+minutes+before+competition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-5915668425562339165</id><published>2008-06-15T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:11:43.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week So Fun...=D</title><content type='html'>Time: Lunch Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People involved: Me, Pui and Kolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: *walks to the table* put her ho liao food on the table (Sugar Bun)...got honeydew with the S.B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui: Kolly! See your honeydew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: *grabs the honeydew to pass to Pui*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeydew falls out of the plastic and *plops* on the dirty canteen table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: *laughs her Opera Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui: ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we eat lunch, we decide to play game...Stupid Kolly say she go wash her stupid honeydew but she didn't so Pui, the so-called great "scooper"..with her KENG hands scoop the clean part of the honeydew then we all toss the honeydew up in the air and see who can catch it with their mouths...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly-catch all the honeydew (in more accurate term TRY TO CATCH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- stupidly follow what Kolly did but failed to catch any honeydew with hand/mouth ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui- keep showing off...STUPID SHOW-OFF! =P...haha..jkjk...only one that can catch the honeydew with her mouth....==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-5915668425562339165?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5915668425562339165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=5915668425562339165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5915668425562339165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/5915668425562339165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week-so-fund.html' title='Last Week So Fun...=D'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6340083319446749712</id><published>2008-06-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:31:50.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Annoying.....=="""</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;t's getting reli, RELI, RELI, ANNOYING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You dun noe wat i'm talking about rite...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's annoying when my mom says this quote..(she says it ALL the time)..==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"SESCO BEH SI NAN EH AH KONG AH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HOW CAN SESCO BE OUR "KONG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SESCO IS A DAMN BUILDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Oh, hello kong kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: *thinking* wtf am i doing saying hello to a damn building:?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;==""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8393223792659846151-6340083319446749712?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6340083319446749712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6340083319446749712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6340083319446749712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6340083319446749712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-getting-annoying_14.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Annoying.....==&quot;&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7247498401933431145</id><published>2008-05-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:12:23.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Pics...taken in the Rich &amp; Famous Elyssa Ho's House..=))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl17vBYBtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3KCn7dc0dv0/s1600-h/m.a.f.i.a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl17vBYBtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3KCn7dc0dv0/s320/m.a.f.i.a.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204320513498285778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above: Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Middle: La, Me and Elyssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom: Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This girls are the remaining top 5...Who has what it takes to become Kuching's Next Top Model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl2ofBYBuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1BEMLX1CQ0E/s1600-h/me+and+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl2ofBYBuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1BEMLX1CQ0E/s320/me+and+mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204321282297431778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Me..=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mel..=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl3E_BYBvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XjsKv8-Krag/s1600-h/me,ely+and+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl3E_BYBvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XjsKv8-Krag/s320/me,ely+and+mel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204321771923703538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Ely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl3nvBYBwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6QZGY9iWoFg/s1600-h/paddlepop%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl3nvBYBwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6QZGY9iWoFg/s320/paddlepop%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204322368924157698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was great at the roof!..The PaddlePop man came and we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"PaddlePop! PaddlePop!"..The guy look up and we quickly hide..so fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;then I didn't know got so many SAKAI people living in the rich &amp;amp; famous Richmond &amp;amp; Star Hill area...when they all drive past look at us like got something wrong with us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;got a problem with us on the roof? Imma push u down this roof and see what happens to you!..==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-7247498401933431145?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7247498401933431145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7247498401933431145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7247498401933431145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7247498401933431145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-favourite-picstaken-in-rich-famous.html' title='My Favourite Pics...taken in the Rich &amp; Famous Elyssa Ho&apos;s House..=))'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDl17vBYBtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3KCn7dc0dv0/s72-c/m.a.f.i.a.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6832658532932351079</id><published>2008-05-25T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:56:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Epic "Resurrection"..Karen Tsai Loves This..;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlxSPBYBrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dsmwi1p2SuI/s1600-h/epicresurrection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlxSPBYBrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dsmwi1p2SuI/s320/epicresurrection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315402487203506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Epic Resurrection! (legs and hands have not yet been positioned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlww_BYBqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ziLPheTcUs8/s1600-h/m.a.f.i.a.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlww_BYBqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ziLPheTcUs8/s320/m.a.f.i.a.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314831256553122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eunice, Me and Elyssa doing the  Epic Resurrection! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlwdvBYBpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IXu-2qC2OHU/s1600-h/m.a.f.i.a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlwdvBYBpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IXu-2qC2OHU/s320/m.a.f.i.a.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314500544071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I not yet resurrect..still lying down...the others have resurrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6832658532932351079?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6832658532932351079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6832658532932351079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6832658532932351079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6832658532932351079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-epic-resurrectionkaren-tsai-loves.html' title='My Epic &quot;Resurrection&quot;..Karen Tsai Loves This..;)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlxSPBYBrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dsmwi1p2SuI/s72-c/epicresurrection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-3333738056045106235</id><published>2008-05-25T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:12:44.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Witness!</title><content type='html'>Teng teng teng teng! Come and Witness..The Amazing Dog Fight!..No la...just a pic of them biting each other's heads...=)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlCPfBYBmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lb0Itt10Db4/s1600-h/LuvThisPics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDlCPfBYBmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lb0Itt10Db4/s320/LuvThisPics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204263678196057698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The first dog-violent pic!..HAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Bingo- dog that bit...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;            Mafia- victim of Bingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Me- photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8393223792659846151-3333738056045106235?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3333738056045106235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=3333738056045106235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6750992413362293406</id><published>2008-05-25T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:56:37.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Touching La!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Place: Outside my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time: Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date: Last, last, last..(or is it) last, last, last, last Sunday from today (25/5/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This two people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDk9fvBYBhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Ujgko3Wc0w/s1600-h/LuvThisPics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDk9fvBYBhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Ujgko3Wc0w/s320/LuvThisPics+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258459810792978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDk9zfBYBiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8o2JIWTejs8/s1600-h/LuvThisPics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDk9zfBYBiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8o2JIWTejs8/s320/LuvThisPics+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204258799113209378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The guy is James and the girl is Yi Yong..=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Both ot them walked to my house from James' house then walk back home again...so touching to visit me..I LUV YOU GUYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6750992413362293406?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6750992413362293406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6750992413362293406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6750992413362293406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/6750992413362293406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-touching-la.html' title='So Touching La!'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDk9fvBYBhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7Ujgko3Wc0w/s72-c/LuvThisPics+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-2383332504764303809</id><published>2008-05-25T03:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:12:55.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Found? ==</title><content type='html'>Place: Near the dog cage at my house (Backyard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6+ in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 25/5/08 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to feed my dogs dinner their usual...rice with meat plus Eukanuba dog food....Gosh Eukanuba's really good...My dogs' fur used to like come out like...A LOT..when they shake..==..ok..."shake" doesn't sound right but..anyways...the amount of their fur falling is controlled by this amazing dog food...ahahaha..okay..back to my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  front of Mafia's cage..I saw something which I thought was a piece from the tree so I just like stepped on it...it was already there a few days ago...==..so i used to kick it here and there...==...okay..then when I took a closer look..this is what I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird corpse with no head...i feel so stupid..i mean i've been stepping on this "piece of a tree" and kicking it about....==..this is so fricking...==""""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-2383332504764303809?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-7107383387009056379</id><published>2008-05-24T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:33:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories I Heard Today (24/5/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mel told me this lol.......it happened yesterday at Spring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ppl involved in this scenario: Kolly and an unknown woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kolly, Eunice, Vui Yiin, and Mel I think..(I dunno if La got go or not)..went to Spring to buy Elyssa a birthday present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They were like at the escalator and there was a woman in front of them and she was wearing heels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She like put one of her high-heeled leg on the silver thingy u find at the escalators u noe the metal bars that beside the place to put ur hand..it goes all the way up wan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well when that woman did that there was like a farting noise that came out and Kolly was like so fricking rude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She went like "Poot!"..seriously i mean...she was right behind the woman and she said "Poot!" out loud...==...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8393223792659846151-7107383387009056379?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7107383387009056379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=7107383387009056379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7107383387009056379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8393223792659846151/posts/default/7107383387009056379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/2008/05/stories-i-heard-today-24508.html' title='Stories I Heard Today (24/5/08)'/><author><name>-BananaBren :)-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06772087494857328874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_26pN-cOXG0g/SDhSKvBYBfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6aT9BHGcLqc/S220/paddlepop!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8393223792659846151.post-6511348376405091057</id><published>2008-04-23T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:13:09.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Kolly =)</title><content type='html'>Time: After assembly&lt;br /&gt;Place: 2B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: stares at Eunice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: stares back at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: starts laughing for no reason than stop..then drink water..THEN look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I look back at her..and laugh purposely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolly: laugh her opera laugh when still got water in her mouth..then she laugh so hard she spit the water in the basin go back to her place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: EeeeeE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: &lt;=O  Kolly: =).....goes back to her place...then...HOHOHOHOHOHO!!..so loud the whole class can hear..then everyone start laughing...good laugh Kolly! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8393223792659846151-6511348376405091057?l=his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://his-prodigal-daughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6511348376405091057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8393223792659846151&amp;postID=6511348376405091057' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Place: 2B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Date: 10/4/08 (Yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People Involved: Me, Eunice and La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Today I wan to walk home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Okay I folo you! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La: Ya, me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Serious?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Stop saying serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Serious??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Hiya u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La: I don't think I wanna go anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: La!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Ya..I'm afraid la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: Eeee! Why you all liddat wan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: NVM! We go tomoro k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La: .....OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;11/4/08 (Today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: Let's walk today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La: I dun tink I wanna go la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me: CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eunice: But I wanna walk back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After many blah-ings....me and Eunice ended up being the onli ones walking back to her house ==..It was longer than I thought!...From Lodge Primary School..cross the road with so many cars..(Eunice can't cross roads so she had to hold me like I'm her mummi..LOL)..den we haf to walk all the way to the lorong near the stutong park..run to the 2nd Lorong and I think the 5th or 6th house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;STRAIGHTAWAY..Eunice drop her bag grab her bike and accompany back to school..LOL..she ride I walk beside her..actually at first RUN..den slow down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On The Way...Beep! Beep! AISI! 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