<?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-7253836</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:14:34.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Molly Smiles.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110621735427069989</id><published>2005-01-20T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:35:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets.</title><content type='html'>after what happened, i made this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/9c2d57d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/d11e5730.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i've decided to end this blog.&lt;br /&gt;time for a new diary with a lock and key.&lt;br /&gt;time for changes and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110621735427069989?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110621735427069989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110621735427069989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110621735427069989' title='sweets.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110619367997697196</id><published>2005-01-20T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:02:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erh.?</title><content type='html'>i skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;hari raya haji's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the reason.&lt;br /&gt;i just felt like skipping school today.&lt;br /&gt;and hari raya's haji tmr.&lt;br /&gt;get it? okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i thaaaat bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110619367997697196?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110619367997697196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110619367997697196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110619367997697196' title='erh.?'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110614465951940511</id><published>2005-01-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:26:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngee ann poly open house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;aliens &lt;/em&gt;surrounded us. lost. for ten minutes. but an astronaut sent from below saved us and fit us all in his rocket before shuttling us from planet to planet. and he briefly talked about the stars, the moon and the galaxy. &lt;br /&gt;we spent almost 3 hours there trying to absorb everything said. and it took us at least an hour to get back to earth and home and the only thing in my mind throughout the journey was &lt;br /&gt;food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hungry. &lt;br /&gt;muffins and chocolate panda biscuits &lt;br /&gt;weren't enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110614465951940511?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110614465951940511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110614465951940511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614465951940511' title='ngee ann poly open house.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110605461319088626</id><published>2005-01-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:23:33.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speak</title><content type='html'>a 2.4km talk.&lt;br /&gt;and aching feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110605461319088626?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110605461319088626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110605461319088626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110605461319088626' title='speak'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110596911017571549</id><published>2005-01-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:38:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over.</title><content type='html'>parents. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110596911017571549?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110596911017571549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110596911017571549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110596911017571549' title='over.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110586822557488602</id><published>2005-01-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:46:30.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnected.</title><content type='html'>it's stinging. bitten. it's red. it itches. i'm hot. i'm cold. i'm sleepy. i'm awake. need a pill. need a pill. &lt;br /&gt;need a pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110586822557488602?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110586822557488602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110586822557488602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110586822557488602' title='disconnected.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110579708675293630</id><published>2005-01-15T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:58:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triple chocolate fudge cookie.</title><content type='html'>we had fun. we ate alot. we love the french movie. we felt good. we began to dream. we loved the beats. we hate the girl-who-doesn't-know-how-to-dance. we tried on shoes. we ate alot. we took pics. we are tired. we laughed alot. we crapped alot. &lt;br /&gt;we miss town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotcakes.milo.sushi.&lt;br /&gt;blackpepperchicken.icelemontea.&lt;br /&gt;hamandcheesepie.hersheykisses.&lt;br /&gt;mrsfieldcookies.burpp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that french movie. ahhh, i just love it. nana loves it too. and so does najee. okay, we all love it and so will you. it just makes you feel good. yeah. like what najee said, a feel good movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow the blue arrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110579708675293630?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110579708675293630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110579708675293630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579708675293630' title='triple chocolate fudge cookie.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110571426364586886</id><published>2005-01-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:52:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beep.</title><content type='html'>oiiii. what's with the indirect insults and all those sarcasm. dare you to do that again and i'll throw you from the 23rd floor and take pictures of your distorted body before posting them up in the internet and laugh with all the sadists out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. that's just too violent. at most, i'll just ignore you like all good girls do. &lt;br /&gt;sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;that's jsut so boring. oh hell. i don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEYEYY. BESOK KLUAR. YEYEYY BESOK KLUAR. WOOHOO. WEEHEE. WOOHOO. WEEHEE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i wanna buy:&lt;br /&gt;-Cd&lt;br /&gt;-Feathered Boa&lt;br /&gt;-Notebook&lt;br /&gt;-Perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i need to do:&lt;br /&gt;-save money&lt;br /&gt;-tidy up room&lt;br /&gt;-revise&lt;br /&gt;-exercise&lt;br /&gt;-poke their eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110571426364586886?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110571426364586886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110571426364586886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571426364586886' title='beep.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110552604475255169</id><published>2005-01-12T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:17:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 10.</title><content type='html'>syayma's back. we were so worried, the whole class. almost everyone were thinking of the worst. hakz. pessimists some of us. ehehh. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. those faces are meant to be coloured black &lt;strike&gt;with circles around their eyes and crosses on their cheeks drawn using permanent red pen.&lt;/strike&gt; sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys looked at the sky these few days? the clouds are beautiful. so fluffy and white. just beautiful. and today were extraodinarily beautiful. heh. and making out shapes from those clouds were fun. me and fad were giggling like two childish schoolgirls. heh. best. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110552604475255169?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110552604475255169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110552604475255169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552604475255169' title='day 10.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110545219230809047</id><published>2005-01-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:41:44.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly no more.</title><content type='html'>Dear Mdm Latifah,&lt;br /&gt;           I, Zaleha Bte Sudar, parent of Yasmin Bte Dahlan from 4e7 would want my child to drop Biology so that she can concentrate on her other better subjects. I will ensure that she will do her self study during Biology lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. am dropping. ehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and my baby keeps sneezing. i think the house is too dusty? maybe it needs some cleaning. or should i just send her to the doctor to find out what's wrong. ergh. this is worrying me. &lt;br /&gt;a hell lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110545219230809047?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110545219230809047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110545219230809047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110545219230809047' title='smelly no more.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110535649648464155</id><published>2005-01-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:36:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BCBGirls.</title><content type='html'>hmt started today. esfan looked extra clean today. somehow. i duno. just, clean. maybe due to his shaved head. yeahh. a little bit like a monk. hehehh. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he looked at my hair and thought i went swimming during the holidays. nyaah. ehee. good excuse, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/e3009440.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki bought me this. just perfume, but i was touched. nice nice. heh. cost him 10 bucks. hee. maybe i should forget about the amount he owed me? well, i forgot how much he owed me anyway. kayyyy. &lt;br /&gt;because i'm such a &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; sister, you owe me no more. &lt;br /&gt;sooo, another box of perfumes? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110535649648464155?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110535649648464155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110535649648464155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110535649648464155' title='BCBGirls.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110526317660695341</id><published>2005-01-09T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:32:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get over it, will you?</title><content type='html'>yesterday. great. just great. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another weekend soon to be over. another school week starting. oh boy. this is tiring. can't it be 5 days school. 5 days off? heh. okayy. that is sooo impossible. unless of course it's holiday time. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me in a car under the blue sky and i'll start to daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana, naj, ogy.&lt;br /&gt;though i've said it once, i'll just say it again.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110526317660695341?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110526317660695341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110526317660695341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110526317660695341' title='get over it, will you?'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110510887842786978</id><published>2005-01-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:41:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5.5</title><content type='html'>and i wish upon a star that things will get better and may the hatred buried within disappear in thin air or just plain forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;what wish upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;no stars tonight.&lt;br /&gt;go min, pray to god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110510887842786978?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110510887842786978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110510887842786978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110510887842786978' title='day 5.5'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110510582231970078</id><published>2005-01-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:54:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5.</title><content type='html'>i'm getting aggitated by every small insy binsy tiny thing. eck. &lt;br /&gt;and i get restless almost every minute now. like something's not right. like something's bugging me. the feeling sucks. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate is love. i need more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110510582231970078?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110510582231970078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110510582231970078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110510582231970078' title='day 5.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110499628155542565</id><published>2005-01-06T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:29:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 4.</title><content type='html'>i can't move my right arm. it's like being attached to something heavier than something heavy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. a maths. i hate the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;hate hate hate.&lt;br /&gt;soooo, there might be a problem concentrating. he's some bossy guy. ordering people around. acts as if he's our form teacher. rearranging our class. the seating arrangement. blablas. eck. get your own class larh oi. and shave those stinking armpits. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. i seem to have a big appetite today. &lt;br /&gt;-rubs tummy-&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddd. kak mimi gave her hamsters to us last night. cute cute. there's an addition to the family. or additions? not sure. heh. at first she thought they were both males. it turned out it was one male and one female. and the female lost one of her legs when both of them were mating i think. hahk. violent sex. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food hunt, away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110499628155542565?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110499628155542565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110499628155542565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110499628155542565' title='day 4.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110483587157229545</id><published>2005-01-04T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:55:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2.5</title><content type='html'>oh and before i bury my head into that green smelly book full of cell diagrams, body drawings and whatnot, i'd like to type this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT. I FEEL LIKE CHOPPING OFF THAT BOY'S BIG FAT UGLY ALMOST BALD HEAD. SHEEEEESH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. away i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110483587157229545?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110483587157229545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110483587157229545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110483587157229545' title='day 2.5'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110483476354949725</id><published>2005-01-04T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:32:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2.</title><content type='html'>vice chairperson. so i guess i have the power to scream at people and poke their eyes then? or is that the chairperson's job? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110483476354949725?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110483476354949725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110483476354949725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110483476354949725' title='day 2.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110475194387211903</id><published>2005-01-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:33:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1.</title><content type='html'>school has started.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't sleep yesterday. and now the dark circles which have been there since god knows when have become much much darker. eck. charcoal-like. i look like a panda. maybe i need sleeping pills. or concealer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on second thoughts, nahh. why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad hair day. bad hair day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to see everyone again. especially pnat. heh. man, i miss that roasted chicken. ooooooooh. and the babes. uhuh uhuh. ohh, everyone's still the same. only some with sucky attitude. whatever. i can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't roll your eyes at me girl. i might use a bloody fork and poke them out and deep fry them in olive oil before dipping them in chili sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fried eyeballs anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110475194387211903?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110475194387211903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110475194387211903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110475194387211903' title='day 1.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110464149441159513</id><published>2005-01-02T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:54:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaahhhh.</title><content type='html'>i went into the lift. the lights were dim. the lift suddenly stopped. i tried to open the door but it was somehow glued shut. i heard ppl laughing outside. i banged the door as hard as i could but it only made a dent. the laughter got louder. and louder. and louder. i was deprived of oxygen. i lost my voice. i couldn't scream. &lt;br /&gt;and i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i dreamt that twice now. errrghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a night light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110464149441159513?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110464149441159513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110464149441159513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110464149441159513' title='aaahhhh.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110457015506409341</id><published>2005-01-01T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:18:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005</title><content type='html'>so it's here. it's here. new year starts. gdbye 2004, hello 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make this like some bulletin. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Gee.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best cousin ever. and my lesbie partner too. always getting attention with those disgusting yet memorable acts. days spent can never be bad. there's always something to grope. heh. parents might think you're someone bad. but hey, to me, you're simply the best. yeah. i'm not cooped up in my room anymore. without you, i won't be knowing old people. hakz.&lt;br /&gt;i like you ah gee. hehehh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nana aka Gule.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you rock my world like nobody's business. it's been 3 years and still counting. thanks for everything. thanks for listening to me even if i talk shit most of the times. thanks for not hating me even if i did something so bad. thanks for making me realise that some people are just better of ignored. thanks for always treating me and i promise to treat you more next year. ehehh. &lt;br /&gt;luv ya. mmuahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Naz aka Kek Cawan.&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous girl ever. yeah. thanks for everything too. keep the figure and stay smart forever. nyehehh. i've missed you so. hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Farah.&lt;br /&gt;Eh pleaseee ah april. if you're reading this. Tag. Tag. Tag. heh. you won't die if you tag. i won't eat you. i'll just reply to your tag. heh. you're the best. you're the crappiest person ever and i love you for that. hahk. &lt;br /&gt;another sleepover? &lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Najibah.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun ah sitting next to you. hehehh. i just loveeeeeee all your drawings and your stuffs and everything. best ah. hakz. you're like my.. bookshop. heh. only i can't buy those stuffs. just use it. heh. thanks babe. &lt;br /&gt;for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the babes.&lt;br /&gt;WE ALL HAD FUN AH EH. WHO NEED BOYS ANYWAY? MUAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the boy.&lt;br /&gt;Save some face, you know you've only got one. Change your ways while you're young. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, one day you'll be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for allllll the chocolates. heh. and now you've made me fat. so save up and get me an exercise machine. okay set? oh thank youuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;nyehehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ki.&lt;br /&gt;UOMe. Hakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nas.Esli.Suaidah.&lt;br /&gt;When's our next cousin outing? Hee. Beeeeeep me. oh puhleaseeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To zining.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehh. Eat more and don't shit. so you'll gain weight. hehehh. miss ya gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lina.&lt;br /&gt;was a pleasure knowing you. heee. thanks for all the fancy msges. got more? hakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fad.&lt;br /&gt;You sea-lover you. heh. pleaseee tag. don't just read my entries.&lt;br /&gt;kay you're the best. i like you ah. nyahahhaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone not mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;You guys just rock my world. i love my life. thanks for everything. and may our friendship last forever and ever and ever. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110457015506409341?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110457015506409341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110457015506409341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457015506409341' title='2005'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110456479304111269</id><published>2005-01-01T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:24:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubble bath.</title><content type='html'>wee. home sweet home. heh. well, i was already back yesterday. only just too lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met with an accident. lorry hit proton hit mitsubishi. heh. but everyone was safe. yeah, thank god. my dad had to go to the police station in petaling jaya. and settle some stuffs. the lorry driver had to pay everything. muahahha. justice was served. heh. yeah well, he was the one speeding. if he din speed, then there won't be any accidents and we will all live happily ever after. correct? yes, correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din do much shopping. the prices were almost the same. and my mum was holding on to the money. soo, yeah. i choose sum'n and it's up to her to decide whether i can buy it or not. heh. wait till i've start working and earning money. then nobody can stop meee. muahahahhaa. same price or not, if it's nice, if it's good, to the cashier it'll go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i simply loveeeeeeeeeeeeee the bathroom. bubble bath everyday. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had fun larh eh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/18403bbf.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the kitty i fell in love with. cute. just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/P1050017.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/f60ce705.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/9f440e3f.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i duno what's with the hands. those interlocking of fingers or whatever it's called. heh. ask them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110456479304111269?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110456479304111269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110456479304111269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110456479304111269' title='bubble bath.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110412460405606066</id><published>2004-12-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:38:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tissue please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/P1040710.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not be going to penang afterall. due to the tsunami. ohh, nothing to be upset about for me. more to hmmm, whatever. there's always other places. malaysia is big whatt. but hey. don't get me wrong. the news was terrible. the deaths. my oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee. one more day. weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;shopping shoppinggg. eh saper tak excited. u bilang i? nyehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dances-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. still haven't finish packing. heh. that's just the tops and accessories, which covers pretty much of what i'm bringing. i'm left with a pair of pants and toiletries. ooh. and undergarments not to forget. ehhhhhhhhhhhh. tak sabarnyeee.&lt;br /&gt;do miss me, for i'll miss you. nyehehh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving on a jet plane. dunno when i'll be back again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110412460405606066?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110412460405606066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110412460405606066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110412460405606066' title='tissue please.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110405846783887844</id><published>2004-12-26T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:01:54.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy: min, study hard min. mummy seram.</title><content type='html'>over and over and over and over and over again. yeah, i think she likes that phrase. ahh. of course i'm scared too. i'm so scared than she can ever imagine. i'm so scared till pimples start popping up on the surface of the un-flawless skin. i'm so scared till i eat too much and fill every single space of that watermelon-sized tummy. yeah. somehow, i stuff myself when sum'n ain't right. tsk. and boy am i gaining weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I AM AWARE THAT I HAVE GROWN CHUBBIER SO PLEASE STOP TELLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eck. toilet calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110405846783887844?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110405846783887844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110405846783887844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405846783887844' title='mummy: min, study hard min. mummy seram.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110398421999298910</id><published>2004-12-25T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T22:16:59.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metro's calling me.</title><content type='html'>ohHo. had fun ah eh. heh. -dance-&lt;br /&gt;and Kungfu Hustle ain't that good. well, to me that is. and perfect ten gives 4 over 5. bahh. 4 my flat ass. okay. maybe the moves are good. but whatever. i don't like it. yes. shoot me. i'm boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S A METRO WAREHOUSE SALE TMR!&lt;br /&gt;okay. excited for nothing. it's not as if i could go. jemputans and jemputans. and over to grandparents' place. ahh you know. something you do before leaving singapore. eck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing friends sucks. super big time. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110398421999298910?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110398421999298910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110398421999298910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398421999298910' title='metro&apos;s calling me.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110395038362788853</id><published>2004-12-25T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:53:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy.</title><content type='html'>three more days. just three more days. and off to KL and Penang. uhm. see, they wanna spend one night in KL. somehow. i duno. oh well. whatever. at least i can shop. i think. well, we have to. that's the whole point, right? okay. besides tightening the bond and relaxing and all those blablahs. sheesh. so many things to buy, so little time. nyehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see..&lt;br /&gt;i need chocolates.. and. chocolates.. and more chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;oh and tops, bags, footwear, accessories, books. yeah. books. somehow, i feel like reading. somehow, it doesn't bore me. somehow, i miss reading.&lt;br /&gt;okay. next.&lt;br /&gt;and then i need, chocolates, chocolates, chocolates. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;some for the babes.&lt;br /&gt;ooh and an. &lt;br /&gt;since he bought me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann&lt;/em&gt;. di mana kamu menghilang??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stop.&lt;br /&gt;and alot for meeee. shit. i don't even know how much i'm holding and i'm already planning. ah yes min. smart. very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wish you a merry christmas. we wish you a merry christmas. we wish you a merry christmas and a happy new yearrr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. my room's a mess. i need a maid.&lt;br /&gt;YES. I'M THAAAAAAAT LAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110395038362788853?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110395038362788853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110395038362788853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395038362788853' title='busy busy busy.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110388026569580726</id><published>2004-12-24T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:24:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black beetle.</title><content type='html'>it's already 5 sum'n and i haven't bathe yet. ergh. the laziness taking over mee. someone, save me. oh save me. okay, stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when things start to get in place, something bad happens. sheesh. and then your head is filled with worries. again and again and again. and you even dream of it at night. and wake up in the morning thinking about it. dark dark circles around the eyes. dry ugly skin. big red pimples. you don't even feel like looking into the mirror as much as you need to put on your make-up. shit. i have enough pimples already, dammit. give me some peaceee. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;something's shining.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh. hee.&lt;br /&gt;-smiles-&lt;br /&gt;but still looking hideous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110388026569580726?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110388026569580726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110388026569580726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110388026569580726' title='Black beetle.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110387257583442886</id><published>2004-12-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:16:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eck.</title><content type='html'>errrgggggghhhhhhh. oh fuck. i quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110387257583442886?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110387257583442886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110387257583442886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387257583442886' title='eck.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110378867013989690</id><published>2004-12-23T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:57:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mushrooms.</title><content type='html'>ki's cooking. tastes good. heh. nice nice. i like the mushrooms. ogy came over. and sleeping over. ehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it got me thinking. if she were to get married, would we still spend our days together. or will she be busy making babies and me busy with a tight schedule or whatever. damn. the future scares me. ah well. at least we're still a family. at least we're still going to meet someday. eck. we're one small small family. and this is just what we've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to wait and see then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110378867013989690?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110378867013989690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110378867013989690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378867013989690' title='mushrooms.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110378609943128382</id><published>2004-12-23T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:14:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tadaa.</title><content type='html'>okay. done. so how? better now? still can't see the words? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110378609943128382?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110378609943128382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110378609943128382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378609943128382' title='tadaa.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110372418770228563</id><published>2004-12-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:03:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/ad36b301.jpg" HEIGHT=220&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110372418770228563?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110372418770228563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110372418770228563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110372418770228563' title='us.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110372197986747383</id><published>2004-12-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:40:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/muffinss24/e2c10c4d.jpg" HEIGHT=220&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110372197986747383?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110372197986747383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110372197986747383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110372197986747383' title='them.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110352803941897761</id><published>2004-12-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:34:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blip.</title><content type='html'>i find someone 8 years older than me cute.&lt;br /&gt;is that okay? is it is it?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;but if you were to date someone your age, the females tend to look older. well, that's what mummy said. oh crap. why am i thinking about this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ahh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging around with Ogy too much.&lt;br /&gt;hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE YOU AH GEE. I LIKE YOU AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110352803941897761?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110352803941897761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110352803941897761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110352803941897761' title='blip.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110347189977172609</id><published>2004-12-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:17:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digi cam makes me happy. =)</title><content type='html'>eh meh meh take picture take picture.&lt;br /&gt;lekas laaa. senyummm.&lt;br /&gt;oi. tengok kat maner tu?&lt;br /&gt;kat camera larh bodoh. sini larh sini.&lt;br /&gt;ah kk.&lt;br /&gt;one, two, three.&lt;br /&gt;ah nah ni ha, tengok.&lt;br /&gt;cantek ni ha.&lt;br /&gt;eh lekas lekas, lagi satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehh. best ah best ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and to those who have difficulty reading the entries, kindly highlight the whole thing. heh. i can't seem to change the font colour no matter how hard i've tried.&lt;br /&gt;so please, bear with this layout for a few days, a few weeks, a few months. i duno. till i'm sick of it. it will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;mucho gracias. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110347189977172609?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110347189977172609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110347189977172609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110347189977172609' title='digi cam makes me happy. =)'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110343145096298088</id><published>2004-12-19T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T13:17:06.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>so take me away on your bicycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110343145096298088?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110343145096298088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110343145096298088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110343145096298088' title='you.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110334233048977377</id><published>2004-12-18T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:02:47.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pantatku sakit.</title><content type='html'>Back home. Awh, i think Kechik miss me. I could see it in his eyes. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah's place. Had so much fun. Let's see. Watched tv, played the computer, did each other's make up, chat chat, rollerblading, cycling, played with Kiddy her cat, ate alot and off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i fell when i tried to rollerblade backwards. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;i fell when i was riding the bicycle and chipped my toe nail.&lt;br /&gt;i fell thrice when i sat in front of the bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;my ass hurts like hell. i've got bruises and cuts on my legs. i've got blue blacks on my tighs. my toenail's ugly. it bled profusely yesterday. to make matters worst, i hit the bed and the toenail cracked even more. and my arms ached, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was all worth it. i had so much fun. her mum's cooking was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;heehaa. best ah best ah. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v430/muffinss38/P1040201.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture. i like the colours. i like everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v430/muffinss38/P1040162.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is kiddy. the photogenic cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v430/muffinss38/P1040307.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is she. farah. hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110334233048977377?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110334233048977377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110334233048977377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110334233048977377' title='pantatku sakit.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110318392495868565</id><published>2004-12-16T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T13:33:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La.</title><content type='html'>at farah's place. wee. there's gonna be sooo much fun. woo. so if there's time to blog, i will. if not, wait for the weekends. wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much stuffs to do. so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110318392495868565?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110318392495868565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110318392495868565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110318392495868565' title='La La.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110317156693069970</id><published>2004-12-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T12:39:30.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cats.</title><content type='html'>mimi's cats. i like them alot. beautiful. just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v430/muffinss38/abby.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v430/muffinss38/baby.jpg" HEIGHT=216&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is baby.&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/7253836-110317156693069970?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110317156693069970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110317156693069970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110317156693069970' title='cats.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110312722062561732</id><published>2004-12-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:13:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contractions, oh the contractions.</title><content type='html'>ogy ogy. with her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. kak mimi's in the labour ward already. having the contractions every 5 mins and her water bag's leaking. ehee. exciting, no? i like all this drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to newton. a hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FOOD'S DELICIOUS LIKE WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i don't wanna finish the food, i just had to. it simply made me smack my lips over and over again. delicious uh. simply delicious. mMMm.&lt;br /&gt;oooh. and just at the next table to ours, there was this super cute guy with super hairy legs but with super nice eyes. hee. super super. &lt;br /&gt;andd. two new friends made. awhh. they're fun. heh. lots of laughing done. uhuh uhuh. chuckle, giggle, laugh, snort. heh. kay, bedek. no snorts involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best uh. felt ever so wonderful eating to your heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;even more when you're having a fun time with the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;awhh, i like today. it's full of laughters. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, can i go through this day again? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110312722062561732?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110312722062561732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110312722062561732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312722062561732' title='contractions, oh the contractions.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110306900162257541</id><published>2004-12-15T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T08:07:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>body alarm.</title><content type='html'>see. i told you i'll be waking up early everyday. heh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh..&lt;br /&gt;and all those prunes making me have a tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;and the shits are all watery.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, i shouldn't have said the above.&lt;br /&gt;but just to make you have an idea on what i'm going through in the loo. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ohh. decisions schmisions.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to make a tough one. plus with all the compliments and flattering words making it harder. heh. &lt;br /&gt;deciding, reconsidering, deciding, reconsidering.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;this is hard.&lt;br /&gt;this is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;this is really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;i need a big red comfy chair. just like the one in blues clues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110306900162257541?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110306900162257541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110306900162257541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110306900162257541' title='body alarm.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110301440103650893</id><published>2004-12-14T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:56:52.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asses.</title><content type='html'>and i guess it's true.&lt;br /&gt;that men don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off, will you.&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/7253836-110301440103650893?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110301440103650893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110301440103650893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110301440103650893' title='asses.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110299111280538507</id><published>2004-12-14T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T10:26:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early pearly wearly jearly.</title><content type='html'>morning morning. yes, i'm up. heh. i've made up my mind to wake up early everyday. hee. well, probably because my mum said you'll grow fat if you sleep to much. heh. mothers and their words. Scary sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqah's Birthday. Eat Eat. Take picture take picture. Watch this malay horror movie. Which was.. funny. Ah i don't understand the story line. The red red eyes kept appearing. But i hate the song. Scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it became all dirty in the end.&lt;br /&gt;gays.&lt;br /&gt;les.&lt;br /&gt;smile for the camera. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes okay. I had fun ytd. Four girls, a guy and a seoul garden. I ate alot of those muscles and cockles and all those sea shell thingys. It was super delicious. My plate was full of them. Piling, in fact. So was Edah's plate. Heh, kay. obsession, i know. No sushi. Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, i din buy anything. Ahh, prolly cause i'm in a tight budget. Heh. $20. Hahk. the food itself cost $14.60. And then i bought myself 3 cookies from Mrs fields. oOoooooooh, favourite you. Heh. Chewy chewy cookies. Yummy. And so i'm left with $1. pathetic, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all was good. i had fun. they had fun. we all had fun. and the lights were pretty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110299111280538507?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110299111280538507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110299111280538507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110299111280538507' title='early pearly wearly jearly.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110295220897954585</id><published>2004-12-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:36:48.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredd.</title><content type='html'>okay. yes. heh. i know i know. i'm suppose to update on what i've done but i'm just too lazy. heh. tmr hor. yesyes. tmr tmr. hahakz. okay? pretty please pretty baby? x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110295220897954585?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110295220897954585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110295220897954585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110295220897954585' title='tiredd.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110290943770253072</id><published>2004-12-13T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T11:43:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heehaa.</title><content type='html'>heh. yes. i know. i wanna update now. but i'm late already. i promise i'll tell you what happen later. if i'm not tired. heh. promiseeee. =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110290943770253072?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110290943770253072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110290943770253072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110290943770253072' title='heehaa.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110274005803604688</id><published>2004-12-11T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:50:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar and spice.</title><content type='html'>Hee. Met Gule just now. Awhh, i've missed her so much. ehehh. as usual, she's taller than me. hehk. she's on her way to esplanade for the hip hop fest. a pity i can't be there. darn it. wanted to see her shake her thang. oh well. was told that someone's recording it. too bad we don't know who. urghh. and then she adds, "yey. nanti aku jumper taufikk." kay. females and taufik. even my mom got so excited when he's on tv. "alaa. taufik main main mate larh. mummy suke". nyehehh. kay. the wink just makes the females go &lt;em&gt;aahhh&lt;/em&gt;. heh. the wink. THE WINK. -melts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar and spice.&lt;br /&gt;and everything nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110274005803604688?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110274005803604688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110274005803604688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110274005803604688' title='sugar and spice.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110260706210730589</id><published>2004-12-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:46:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puuuuuuuush.</title><content type='html'>went out. hospitaling. met kak mimi. her tummy's protuding. hakz. she's due on the 24th. heh. had the contractions already. oooh. i find all this pregnancy so exciting. something i bet you can't forget. the fooh fooh and urghhhhh. in other words. the breathing and the pushing. and whooosh. the baby's out. okay maybe not whooosh. slower. much slower. painful yet memorable. yeahh. &lt;br /&gt;can i have my delivery recorded? hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes back from dubai already.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her. i miss my babes.&lt;br /&gt;too much in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110260706210730589?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110260706210730589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110260706210730589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260706210730589' title='puuuuuuuush.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110251517648455383</id><published>2004-12-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:12:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolates chocolates.</title><content type='html'>ahaa. i had fun. heh. i ate too much i can't breathe properly. and i'm still full. i feel like rolling and rolling and never get up. or maybe till i'm hungry again. ehehh. but cheesecake plus pepper sure taste nice. and so is cheesecake with those chilli bits you find in pizza hut. ehehh. nice nice. heee. try it. oh blimey, it's likketyspicious. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOh. hee. oh yeah, the chocolates. my god. heavennnnnnnn. thanks an. ehehh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's roll.&lt;br /&gt;ready? okay. &lt;br /&gt;one, two, three.&lt;br /&gt;Roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110251517648455383?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110251517648455383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110251517648455383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251517648455383' title='chocolates chocolates.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110241650368353233</id><published>2004-12-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:51:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaheehaa.</title><content type='html'>ehehh. ohHo. guess what. i read pennies as penises. ehehehehh. these hormones. oh behave. hahk. lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110241650368353233?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110241650368353233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110241650368353233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110241650368353233' title='haaheehaa.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110241602339229231</id><published>2004-12-07T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:50:49.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/taurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your True Sign Is Taurus&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possessive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Indulgent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy and Generous&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined and Deliberate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover Of All Things Luxurous&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort Seeking and Comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/truesignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Your True Zodiac Sign? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehhh. crap. eh? I'm a taurus trapped with a leo birthday? eh? eh? ooooooh. ehehee. eeeeehehehehee. EEEEEHEHHEHEE. maybe maybe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110241602339229231?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110241602339229231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110241602339229231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110241602339229231' title='eh.?'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110240064103042002</id><published>2004-12-07T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:24:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><content type='html'>and so it's time for a change..&lt;br /&gt;everything. well, almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110240064103042002?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110240064103042002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110240064103042002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110240064103042002' title='boo.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110234910482723151</id><published>2004-12-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:05:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough.</title><content type='html'>didn't go out today. plans cancelled. no money. that's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't sleep. erk. so here i am blogging. i don't think counting sheeps will help. and how come it's sheeps? and not some other animal? why isn't it counting persian cats? aren't they even nicer to look at? the fur. so.. furry. hakz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i still need the sleep. i need it. i need it. i need it. aww.. i need you. and no, i'm not referring to a boy. i'm referring to that pillow my mother threw away. my favourite. am i just being childish? oh well. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110234910482723151?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110234910482723151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110234910482723151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110234910482723151' title='enough.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110230344568495815</id><published>2004-12-06T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:24:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>building blocks of pain</title><content type='html'>went to suntec city in heels yesterday after much persuasion by my brother. and that was the worst day of my 15 yeared life. massage, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110230344568495815?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110230344568495815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110230344568495815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230344568495815' title='building blocks of pain'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110215076957802629</id><published>2004-12-04T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:59:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reunion.</title><content type='html'>oooh. went to tepak sireh yesterday. my mum's reunion with her workmates. the food was okayy. i like the suji best. heh. yes. and nana went, "of all the food, you like the suji". awhh, i can't help it. the suji just tastes soo.. different and nice. it just melts in your mouth the minute it's on your tongue or should i say bite it.? heh. like, candy floss? only more to the powdery side. nice uh nice nice. heehaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, ki has a laptop of his own. and now he's over the moon and showing off. i like the keyboard. soo.. not keyboard-like? i duno. just like to press the keys. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i realise, i take such a long time to get an entry ready. heh. it's like, i'll type a little and then leave it just as it is until i add on to the entry. hakz. and sometimes it's like, i wanna update, but i'm just too lazy to type any more after a paragraph or so and leave it like that until i feel like typing again. hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7253836-110215076957802629?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110215076957802629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110215076957802629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110215076957802629' title='the reunion.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110205127980860044</id><published>2004-12-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:21:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another month.</title><content type='html'>happy december.&lt;br /&gt;internet's back working.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;christmas coming.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;school's opening.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOh. and i didn't know singing nursery rhymes at our age can be so much fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110205127980860044?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110205127980860044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110205127980860044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205127980860044' title='another month.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110172250417190996</id><published>2004-11-29T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:01:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alien-shaped head gareth gates.</title><content type='html'>..and an old friend found. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110172250417190996?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110172250417190996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110172250417190996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110172250417190996' title='alien-shaped head gareth gates.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110170189646525862</id><published>2004-11-29T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T12:20:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy.</title><content type='html'>ARGH. I'M SO BLOODY SLEEPY. I COULDN'T SLEEP YESTERDAY. ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the radio was switched on so loud. the music kept me awake. nice eh? nooooooooo. it's difficult to get some shut eye. i can't even dreeeeeam. and then some dog was making some wolf calls. which was continuous. and that scared the shit out of me. hakz. ahhh.. you know. that long haired woman.&lt;br /&gt;-shivers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to find the perfect position on the mattress. ugh. and it was soo hot though the air con was at its lowest temperature. heh. kulit babi. nyaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. maybe it's just me. i'm complaining too much. heh. oh well. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110170189646525862?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110170189646525862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110170189646525862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110170189646525862' title='sleepy.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110165721293909931</id><published>2004-11-28T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:07:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete.</title><content type='html'>over at ogy's. nur's here too. ahaa. aunt's off to phil with sarah. ahhh. fun. party, no? hehehh. weee. she'll be back later in december i think. lalalaa. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir tmr. 8 to 10. noooo. heh. another early start. sheesh. somehow, getting tired of singing. ugh. like, soo utterly lazy uh. tsk tsk. ahhh, just one more year. and it's overrr. weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. poly? jc? gosh. a tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-scratches head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't i just stay at home and sleep and earn money just like that? -snap fingers-&lt;br /&gt;heh. maybe not. nono. not maybe. a definite nono. hehehh. impossible, you. impossible. hehehh. oh oh. unless i have a fairy godmother. weee. and i'll just wish for money and money and money and money. ohh what bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, reality check min. snap out of your fantasy world. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alarh. rindu the babes alreadyy. heh. we have to meet. hafta hafta hafta. hee.&lt;br /&gt;OR I CAN DIEEE OF TOO MUCH MISSING.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. ogy's cat scaring me uh. heh. named blondie. but all black. irony, no? and right at this very moment, it's staring at me with its two beady shiny whiny eyes. do i look like a mouse? squeek squeek? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7253836-110165721293909931?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110165721293909931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110165721293909931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165721293909931' title='incomplete.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110138629005215986</id><published>2004-11-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:38:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burning sensation.</title><content type='html'>aiyo. my face, god. it's burning like hell. and it's peeling. i look like a freaking snake. or maybe a lil bit like a tomato. ughhh. make it heal. make it heeeeeeal. the pain. oh the paaaain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, that sounds fake.&lt;br /&gt;but really. hurts like shit uh. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;relax. take it easy. cheer up. eat chocolates. or listen to music. cry all you want if you must. or call me. i'm a good listener. heh. really. i am i am. smile smile. everything will be fine. optimism. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there's always taichi with good music. that might help. heehaa. x)&lt;br /&gt;&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/7253836-110138629005215986?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110138629005215986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110138629005215986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110138629005215986' title='burning sensation.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110131699689717861</id><published>2004-11-25T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:23:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooooh, baby baby.</title><content type='html'>oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, at ogy's place. heehaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun in the toilet. hakz. i'll stop there. shall not elaborate any further. heh. or maybe some day. if i remember. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and raya's good. collection's good. everything's good. nothing much to say. has always been the same cept for exciting moments here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. and we're back. let's celebrate. weee. champagne please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and gula's exceptionally happy tonight. making kek cawan happy too. and me of course. hahakz. awhhh.. i miss this. hehehh. just like before. awhhh.. i miss those days. weee. best best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smiles more-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee. smiling's good. being happy's good. great great. simply grrreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110131699689717861?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110131699689717861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110131699689717861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131699689717861' title='ooooooh, baby baby.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110100543265397117</id><published>2004-11-21T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T10:50:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's okay.</title><content type='html'>ehehh. yess. computer's working. oh joy. hakz. well, hopefully, it won't have any problems again. wee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went well. recieved gifts, somehow. ahh, and chocolates were one of them. 4 different types. heh. more joy. served the people with drinks. fill up their empty glasses. and answer their questions with a smile. yeahh.. everything went well. ooooh. best part. got money from them. weee. heehaa. joy joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the tagboard's back working. wee. so people, start tagging. tag away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foresee that next week will be fun. heh. berayaing with ai mates and ex schmates. ah ahh. can't wait. so can't wait. some stuffs are back to normal. forget the past and start anew. weee. this month isn't that bad after all. excluding the boredom uh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110100543265397117?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110100543265397117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110100543265397117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110100543265397117' title='it&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110085057960104478</id><published>2004-11-19T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:49:39.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicks with dicks.</title><content type='html'>it's 3.35pm and yet i still haven't bathe yet. hakz. and these bloody mosquitos are everywhere. i know my  blood's sweet and all. but pleaseeeee i beg you. stop sucking the blood. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've cut my hair. together with ogy. and now i think i look like a butch. it's so damn short. heh. but i like. i feel ever so fresh after a shower. hot and sticky no more. joy joy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's friends coming over this saturday. a so called open house for them i guess. mum's cooking laksa. Mmmmm.. yummy. ah. gonna be a big and tiring day.. i think. serve the drinks, food and blablahs. but on the other hand. i can choose not to help and stay in the room, listen to the radio and sleep. but nooooo. i'm a good kid. heehaa. i'll help i'll help. and beam like the yellow sun if people praise me bout how helpful i am. heehaa. &lt;em&gt;tak tau malu&lt;/em&gt;. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah kay. now, you'll have to wait for a long long time for the next entry. heh. internet's still bad. bad bad bad. ergh. i can die. just dieee. die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7253836-110085057960104478?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110085057960104478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110085057960104478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110085057960104478' title='chicks with dicks.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110059295490961398</id><published>2004-11-16T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T16:15:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's joy, love. joy.</title><content type='html'>heehaa. hello hello. ugh. my internet connection's down. soo, yeah. at ogy's place. that means, i'll be blogging once in awhile or till the connection's good again. ugh ugh ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. hari raya was.. okay. the first day of raya.. was rushy? maybe cause my mom had to work at night. so we were practically spending only a few minutes in each house. which is good.. i think? heh. all those adults kept commenting. ahh you know.. those usual usual. ugh. and some don't even remember my name. only zaki. zaki zaki zaki. and they'll be like.. &lt;em&gt;ni saper nih? adek zaki&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;namernyer saper&lt;/em&gt;? bahh. so nana, you're not alone piggy. i feel your pain. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day was better. yeahyeahs. partly cause it's my mother's side i'm spending my day with and my mom ain't working that day. soo yeah. enjoy enjoy. woo. hahk. but but but. the rezeki's not there. hakz. i think i look old. hakz. the.. money. you know.. hehehh. oh well. just my luck. at least the kuihs good. Mmmm. joy. heehaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh ohhh. lots of pictures pictures taken. weee. lots of smiling done. and touching ups. and poses. ahh. you should have seen ogy. hehehh. pouts here. and there. butts out, chest in. hooheehaa. oh well. i'll put up a few maybe. or upload them. sooner or later. wait long long eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a haircut. ah ah ahh. hot hot hot. though the weather's pretty wet. in the afternoons. but i still feel hot. and sticky. ugh. my face is peeling. and burning. god knows when it'll heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-prays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and next time, next year in fact, i'll stick to flats. the heels were killing me. my feet was aching like hell. eck. ahh, i need a foot massage. anyone? free, please. heh.&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/7253836-110059295490961398?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110059295490961398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110059295490961398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110059295490961398' title='it&apos;s joy, love. joy.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110034008258657255</id><published>2004-11-13T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:01:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude.</title><content type='html'>everyone.&lt;br /&gt;minta maaf kalau tersilap kata atau tersinggung perasaan dan segala kesilapan harap diampunkan juga. selamat hari raya. maaf zahir &amp; batin. enjoy enjoy.~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to dearest nana.&lt;br /&gt;piggy wiggy or gula gula. happy birthday. you'll be 15 tmr. i've planned something, i think. so call me someday later, in case i forget. an sms will do just fine too. don't be malu malu cat, cause that's unlike you. hakz. soo yes. slamat hari raye. maaf zahir dan batin. kususun seluruh badanku dan minta maaf. x)&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/7253836-110034008258657255?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110034008258657255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110034008258657255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110034008258657255' title='Gratitude.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110024257799652350</id><published>2004-11-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:56:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel the way I've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile and not get worried.&lt;br /&gt;I try but it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can make what I have built.&lt;br /&gt;And better now&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can find the same white pills.&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie. A kiss with opened eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she's not breathing back.&lt;br /&gt;Anything but bother me.&lt;br /&gt;(It takes my pain away)&lt;br /&gt;Never mind these are horrid times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a false sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see my every flaw.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can say they're above this all.&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie. A kiss with opened eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And she's not breathing back.&lt;br /&gt;Anything but bother me.&lt;br /&gt;(It takes my pain away)&lt;br /&gt;Never mind these are horrid times.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't let it bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jimmy eats world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110024257799652350?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110024257799652350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110024257799652350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110024257799652350' title='pain.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110023023224323252</id><published>2004-11-12T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:30:32.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry racist.</title><content type='html'>lalalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;b-e-a-utiful day. ehehh. nono, nothing special. just feel oh so good. mmmm.. must be the dream i had. oOh. hindustan actors make me swoon.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooh. the eyes. the eyes. *swoons* heh. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. room tidied. ah, achievement. hehh. just stuffed everything inside the cupboard and drawers. ehehh. well at least, it's clean now. not squeeky. but still clean. ahh, grrreat achievement. heh. no more nags. no more no more no more. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and each day gets more and more like the last day&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still i can see it coming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110023023224323252?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110023023224323252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110023023224323252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023023224323252' title='laundry racist.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110010315873411590</id><published>2004-11-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:31:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>borderline</title><content type='html'>i am a &lt;u&gt;failure.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110010315873411590?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110010315873411590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110010315873411590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010315873411590' title='borderline'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110009582348693932</id><published>2004-11-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:10:23.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suki something</title><content type='html'>i love the food. did you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm full now. are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. and i made a new friend. hehehh. zila. or aka snz. ooooh babes. it's a pleasure meeting you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awh, it's the end of school. i just realised that. heh. and i'll be sec 4 next year. and taking my Os. fast eyy. and and, i have to stop being such a lazy ass and start mugging. tsk. this is going to be the &lt;u&gt;pits&lt;/u&gt;. the &lt;strong&gt;pits&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you. the P I T S. get it? good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-groans-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye tv. goodbye chatting. goodbye movies. goodbye talking shit. goodbye entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;hello books. hello newspapers. hello notes. hello revision. hello boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can somebody just shoot me please? now? i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-110009582348693932?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110009582348693932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110009582348693932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009582348693932' title='suki something'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-110007105248873177</id><published>2004-11-10T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:17:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ehem.</title><content type='html'>oOh. to all those indian people out there. Happy celebrataing Deepavali tmr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya's coming. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, say wee.&lt;br /&gt;one, two, three.&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehh. Went shoe shopping yesterday with gula gula. Hee. Yeah, bought a pair from Charles and Keith. oOh. Make me tall. Hehehh. And then we buke-ed at Beach Road. And the food and drinks were gula gula's mom's treat. heh. oOhh. &lt;em&gt;Terima Kasih ya cik.&lt;/em&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so need to tidy up my room asap. it's so darn messy. gosh. things aren't where they're supposed to be. oh well. i've got till saturday to clean it up. heh. not to worry mummy. i will i will. i'll sweep the floor. or maybe vacuum the floor. and mop the floor. and make the bed.  tidy up the cupboard. tidy up the table. throw all rubbish. hang the clothes. place the school books nicely in the cupboard. wipe all the frames. empty the rubbish bin. clean out the junks under the bed. and the room will be squeeeeeeeeeky clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looks around the room-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh.&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;most probably i'll just make the bed.&lt;br /&gt;and then sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;i might as well don't clean the room.&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/7253836-110007105248873177?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110007105248873177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/110007105248873177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110007105248873177' title='ehem.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109991872509590845</id><published>2004-11-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:58:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my hamster.</title><content type='html'>i guess only Kechik made me happy tonight, for now.&lt;br /&gt;if only hamsters could talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109991872509590845?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109991872509590845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109991872509590845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991872509590845' title='i love my hamster.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109991571776356527</id><published>2004-11-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:08:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1234/640/P1030341.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1234/320/P1030341.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot. Hee. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109991571776356527?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109991571776356527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109991571776356527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991571776356527' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109991566027570158</id><published>2004-11-08T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:07:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1234/640/P1030340.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1234/320/P1030340.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Kechik my hamster. Hee. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109991566027570158?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109991566027570158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109991566027570158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991566027570158' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109981001663247416</id><published>2004-11-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:46:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asses.</title><content type='html'>eh. i saw birds fight over a small nut.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;eh. i saw kechik clean himself.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;eh. i can see my pimple from the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarhhh. i'm bored larh.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, guess i have to depend on these hindustan celebs on tv for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Right gula gula? Heh. Arjun kan? Mehehh. Nice eyes kan? Sexy voice kan? Ehehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109981001663247416?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109981001663247416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109981001663247416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109981001663247416' title='asses.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109975623628345728</id><published>2004-11-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:50:36.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bodoh.</title><content type='html'>stupid larh.&lt;br /&gt;uploaded all the pics but can't view.&lt;br /&gt;shutterfly shutterfly.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, people, wait long long.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the mood to upload the pics again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drops dead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109975623628345728?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109975623628345728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109975623628345728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975623628345728' title='bodoh.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109975342293069540</id><published>2004-11-06T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:53:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marylou</title><content type='html'>kay. this morning, i decided to stay home cause i was just too lazy to go out. buttt. it was soo boring, i could just die of this boredom. nothing on tv. same songs played on air. the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; was so uncomfortable. no one called me. i called no one. my butt was itchy. my face was peeling. my fingers are fat. library books make me confused. news bore me even more. vcds and dvds don't interest me at all. hari raya ads don't fascinate me much longer.&lt;br /&gt;kill me. burn me. shoot me. or whatever. ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah see. see how boredom drives me nuts. ugh ugh ughhh. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least the food served tonight was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;that got me entertained a little.&lt;br /&gt;*rubs stomach*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where's the rain? Where is it??&lt;br /&gt;Where's the heavy heavy rain??&lt;br /&gt;*does the rain dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109975342293069540?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109975342293069540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109975342293069540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109975342293069540' title='marylou'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109964498530878574</id><published>2004-11-05T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:31:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain. ooooooh. rain.</title><content type='html'>hehehh. aaaaaah, rain. i love rain. yesyes, i know. the last entry sounded like i love the sun so much. well yeahhhh, but i think the rain's better. it'll be so dark, so cold, so windy, depressing and sombre. but the point is, i love the rain. ahhh. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;rain rain, don't leave, come stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it rains forever, i'll be the happiest girl alive. i'll just spend my days sleeping. muahhaa. maybe like sleeping beauty. oh oh. fairytales fairytales. sheesh. grow up min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, i think i attract old men. sheesh. tsk tsk. get a life larh you old living miang bastards. get a wife maybe. sheeesh. and i'm 15. do i need to put my age at the back of my shirt? doesn't the school uniforn give you a clue? heh. dramatic, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ahhh. i don't want drizzles. i want heavy rain. heavy heavy heavy. heavy till i can't see the tree on the other side. heavy till i can't differentiate between my spit and the rain. heavy till the road is flooding. heavy heavy heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109964498530878574?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109964498530878574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109964498530878574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109964498530878574' title='rain, rain. ooooooh. rain.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109945621850783331</id><published>2004-11-03T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:30:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine</title><content type='html'>you are my sunshine. my only sunshine. you make me happy when skies are grey. you'll never know dear, how much i love you. please don't take my sunshine awayyyy.&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/7253836-109945621850783331?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109945621850783331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109945621850783331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945621850783331' title='sunshine'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109945080974361203</id><published>2004-11-03T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:00:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven.</title><content type='html'>Kay. Haven't been updating. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. lemme recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Monday was my malay exam. bahh. i was so sleepy. i nearly slept during paper 2. the invigilators were.. ergh-y. my handwriting looked disgusting. hope the marker won't mind. nyahaa. read-able though. i think. hehehh. and it's OVER. Yey. And.. 362 more days to O-level. Bahh. Can you people believe that the teachers have actually did the count down for us?!&lt;br /&gt;My god. What the hell are you teachers thinking?! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so i guess. An is spared. Hehhh. Or maybe should just be scarred since it was difficult a little. Hhehehhh. Meh come. Gimme your arm. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOhhhh. And i watched The Doll Master with dearest sugar. Hee. Screamed my lungs out. We both din know what to expect next. So i was in some curled up position beside Nana. Hehehhhh. Fun uhh. Fun fun funn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i felt sleepy yesterday in class. And so freaking cold in the ava theatre. My hair's not standing like how they're supposed to when it gets cold. oh shit. oh shit. maybe they have stopped functioning.? Gee, that's impossible. Is it? Brrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, buke-ed  at Arnold's. With Ogy and cranky woman who thinks that the world owe her something. Hakz. Someone has to snap her back to reality. Oh god. Anyway, food's good. Very good. Crispy. Juicy. Yummy. MmmmMmm, gooooood. And Geylang was crowded and hot and stuffy. Then again, it has always been that way. ohhh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning. I felt so tired and decided to skip school. Need the rest. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109945080974361203?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109945080974361203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109945080974361203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945080974361203' title='heaven.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109921126373975031</id><published>2004-10-31T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T17:36:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary in feel</title><content type='html'>To all those taking the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Super Duper Good Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, think that's the biggest i can go. hakz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;besta luck you people.&lt;br /&gt;And i'll miss you graduates.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109921126373975031?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109921126373975031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109921126373975031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109921126373975031' title='temporary in feel'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109903804814455679</id><published>2004-10-29T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:20:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ennui.</title><content type='html'>Ooooooooooooooh. one nice nap. heh. Went to school, received the result slips blablabla, went home and to the bed. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I dreamt wonderful dreams recently. Hehehh. Nice. I can't seem to remember though. ahHa, it's always like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohHo. An told me dreamers have active subconscious mind. He read it somewhere. So naj and dreamers out there, this is for youuuuuu.` heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new comp asap. i need a new phone asap. i need my busy dad asap.&lt;br /&gt;daaaaaaaady.~ Heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know more, more, more about&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7253836-109903804814455679?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109903804814455679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109903804814455679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109903804814455679' title='ennui.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109896938385621541</id><published>2004-10-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:16:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction.</title><content type='html'>Ah, wonderful time today. Kay, not wonderful. Just. Good. The lit camp was okay. Me, mentor. Weee. Hahk. And i was in charge of 'Benjamin' together with Dan. Muahhaa. Din do much actually. I was in my own world. Hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOhh. And i had fun punching peeenard's tummy. nyahaa. it was soo.. watery and soft? hehehh. Pics will be uploaded soon when i got the time. Hakz. And and Mrs Raj din treat us pizza after all. Bahh. She gave me $5 though. Cause she felt sorry for me. Hehh. And then, me, nana and naj went to break our &lt;strong&gt;fast&lt;/strong&gt; at Swensons. Wee. Naj paid for me first.&lt;br /&gt;Awhhh babes, you're such a star. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Guess everyone is. Soo yeah, rest well ya people. *zZZzZz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109896938385621541?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109896938385621541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109896938385621541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109896938385621541' title='satisfaction.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109879979632681435</id><published>2004-10-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:09:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delayed reaction</title><content type='html'>Ooooooh. Didn't go to school again today. Heh. And the school clerk called asking some unnecessary stuffs. Ahh. I think you're just wasting your time dear clerk. Go get something better to do ya rather than calling the school kids. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yessss. Going to school tmr. Uhuh uhuh. And all plans made will be cancelled or postponed or whatever. Alarh, i soo wanna go there. Oh well. There's always till the 31st of October.. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Sugar came over. We broke our fat together. Weee. Pizzaaaaa. Hehehh. Yum. Then we watch Bring it on and Freaky friday. Ahhhh. Fun fun funn. Heh. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gee. My handwriting is way way wayyy nicer than yours. Bluekk. I think both of you are just jealous or plain blind. Muahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109879979632681435?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109879979632681435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109879979632681435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879979632681435' title='delayed reaction'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109867122280551523</id><published>2004-10-25T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:27:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a sinner</title><content type='html'>muahahahaa. i'm at home enjoying the cool air and other people are out there trekking. hehehh. don't blame me for not coming. blame the legs. they're just too lazy to trek. muahahhahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, don't frown. smile. just look on the bright side you goody-two-shoes. you people can enjoy the beauties of nature and i can enjoy the air con. which is better? hehehhh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. back to the bed. &lt;em&gt;awayyy&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109867122280551523?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109867122280551523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109867122280551523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867122280551523' title='i&apos;m a sinner'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109859368460583585</id><published>2004-10-24T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T12:54:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you remind me of an idiot.</title><content type='html'>bahh. fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, so all the good things you've done was a catch. you wanted money. i gave you the magic card. you had a budget. but you used more. you used my own money as though it was yours. you said you'd pay. i doubt you will. you're lucky that i'm fasting. or i would have screamed at you. you're lucky i pitied you. or i would have told the queen. you're lucky i pitied you. or i would have told the king. you're lucky i pitied you. or i wouldn't have lend you the money in the first place. you're lucky i pitied you. or i could have hate you right now and not speak to you, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky. so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109859368460583585?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109859368460583585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109859368460583585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109859368460583585' title='you remind me of an idiot.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109854666586724442</id><published>2004-10-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:51:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you remind me of a printer.</title><content type='html'>Weee. Raining again. Hehehh. Best. I like. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today. Fetched my grandad from the hospital. And then break fast at this restaurant near Mustaffa Centre. mMmmm, yummylicious. And on my way back, saw this group of boys. oh my god. they're soooo super cute. Don't think they're from Singapore. Cause they look soo.. foreign like. Hehehh. Eeeeeks. Cute cute cuteeee.~ If only i had my digi cam with me, then i could take a few shots of these oh-so-very-extra-cute boys. Aargh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to Expo. Some indonesian exhibition. I think. Heh, i dunno. And mummy bought this.. thing. hakz. again, i dunno. Heh. She &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; decorating the house. Ehehh. God knows what she's going to do with that.. thing. Heh. Just wait and see i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ehhh. Can't wait for wednesday. Or thursday. Weee. I need money. Alot of money. Money money money. Hmmm hmmm..  Errr.. Uhm.. Hmmmm.. *thinks hard* Mummy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ahhh. My face hurts. Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109854666586724442?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109854666586724442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109854666586724442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109854666586724442' title='you remind me of a printer.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109845620229024146</id><published>2004-10-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:43:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're filthily eligible.</title><content type='html'>Breezy nights. Mmmmm. I like. Heh. Just feel like sleeping and not wake up, ever. Like sleeping beauty. Muahhahaa. Oh well. If only i'm chores-free tmr. Hah. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee's sleeping over. Heh. Gosh, she's one crazy girl. Oh what fun we'll have. Ahh well. Whenever she's around, i can't stop eating. Heh. Simply because she eats alot too. Only.. she doesn't gain weight as easily as i do. Mahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir tmr. If i can wake up, then i'll go. If not.. uhm.. sweet dreams choir. Hehehh. Alarrrh, it's just too early uh. Hakz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo to you. Boooo. Boooooooo.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109845620229024146?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109845620229024146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109845620229024146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845620229024146' title='you&apos;re filthily eligible.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109843598992488962</id><published>2004-10-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T17:08:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissing its scaly head</title><content type='html'>surprisingly, my results were okay. except for bio. which i flunked drastically. english was super good. well, for me that is. wooo. i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that funny thing is not that funny after all. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109843598992488962?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109843598992488962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109843598992488962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109843598992488962' title='kissing its scaly head'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109839558681904823</id><published>2004-10-22T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T05:53:06.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1234/640/P1030011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/1234/320/P1030011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa. My pretty pretty super pretty bin. Heh. I like the picture on the bin and that cute pink furry thingee, boa. Ahhh.. don't think i'll throw any rubbish in it. Like.. soo.. nice. placed there, on those white tiles and in front of the black wall. Like.. soo.. outstanding. Hehehh. oOoh, i like. Hehehh. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109839558681904823?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109839558681904823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109839558681904823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109839558681904823' title=''/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109834736534207468</id><published>2004-10-21T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:29:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noooo. feed me no moreee.</title><content type='html'>.i.ate.too.much.i.could.hardly.breathe.burrrp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109834736534207468?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109834736534207468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109834736534207468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109834736534207468' title='noooo. feed me no moreee.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109828934440705946</id><published>2004-10-21T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:47:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get tangled up in me, again.</title><content type='html'>i cannot freaking tag on my freaking tagboard. erghh. ahh yes an. stop &lt;strong&gt;flirting&lt;/strong&gt; with my tagboard. nyahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109828934440705946?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109828934440705946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109828934440705946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109828934440705946' title='get tangled up in me, again.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109828775589101226</id><published>2004-10-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:55:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get tangled up in me.</title><content type='html'>Okay. i went to johor. And i bought lotsa lotsa stuffs. Muahahahaha. i really did shopped. Heh. It was all planned last minute. Woo. Ogy and Ki. Thank god my mom let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things i bought, i love the dustbin. woo. It's black. And there's a picture of some diva and this furry pink thingy at the brim of the dustbin. Brim, eh? alarr.. the top top there. Heh. You people get the idea larh eh. Hakz. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i'm tired. So tired. i need the bed. The comfy comfy bed and my marshmellow-ish pillows. Ahhhhh.. come to mama. Hehehh. G'niteeee. Sugar dreams everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laadeedum... I'm so happy. Oh so happy.~ x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109828775589101226?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109828775589101226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109828775589101226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109828775589101226' title='get tangled up in me.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109816670224608835</id><published>2004-10-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T14:18:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the girl who's peeing everywhere</title><content type='html'>can't seem to tag, somehow. ugh. tagboard's having it's pms. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Kak Era: Heh. Helo Helo. I'm fine. Feeling happy. heh. yeahh.. slamat berpuase to you too~&lt;br /&gt;Aan: Hah. Yahh. Leggy leggy. I like. Leg Fetish. Heh. I'm weird. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109816670224608835?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109816670224608835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109816670224608835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816670224608835' title='i am the girl who&apos;s peeing everywhere'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109816624063583332</id><published>2004-10-19T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T14:21:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the girl who's kicking the cupboard</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are overrr. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Hehehh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Won't be schooling tmr. And the next day. Marking days. Weee. Hehehh. I can now spent the two days away sleeping and sleeping and sleeping. And dreaming and dreaming and dreaming. Ahhhhhhh.. love it love it love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe breaking fast outside tmr evening, with yayah and the rest. Only.. i won't be fasting. Nyahh. Menses. Muahahahhaa. Soo, guess i'll be kpo kpo-ing. Then again, can't ge tmy hopes too high. Need a yes from the woman-in-charge. Yes oh yes, my mum. Hakz. The Queen of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOhhh boy. The &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; looks so darn comfortable. Heh. Kay. To the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;. Awayyy.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109816624063583332?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109816624063583332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109816624063583332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816624063583332' title='i am the girl who&apos;s kicking the cupboard'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109807222230253623</id><published>2004-10-18T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:13:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eee. you're sick. stay away from me.</title><content type='html'>Ahh well. My happy mood disappeared at about 7 in the morning. *poof*&lt;br /&gt;Some old thai guy on his bike crashed into me. *bang badaa boom*&lt;br /&gt;And he said, oii. I was like, uh?!? I mean, he crashed his freaking bike into me and all he said was bloody oii? What are you? The president of this freaking country? Even the president has his manners. Go back to your own country larh you moronic idiot. Unless that oii meant sorry in some other foreign language, he's of course forgiven. But, i doubt so. Sheesh. Fools. Foooools. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' wanna talk about the Maths paper. Think you people can guess how it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Back home. Bio and Phy tmr. Errgghhh. When will this end?! Yes, okay, it'll end tmr. Nyahh. And then enjoy enjoy. Orr.. maybe not. Results. Bahh. *drops dead*&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/7253836-109807222230253623?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109807222230253623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109807222230253623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109807222230253623' title='eee. you&apos;re sick. stay away from me.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109798989209434514</id><published>2004-10-17T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:11:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're good at lying</title><content type='html'>I am starting to have big big big butterflies in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Can i have the pink-coloured ones instead? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well. Tomorrow, another paper. E Maths 2. Ughh. Haven't done my revision yet. Been enjoying myself the last two days. Doing what? Absolutely nothing. Oh what fun. Ehehh. Ahhh, &lt;em&gt;bliss&lt;/em&gt;. I like it. Heh. Have given my brain a rest. Lazing around. Watching tv. Sleeping. Blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Laadeedum. Back to the books.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109798989209434514?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109798989209434514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109798989209434514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109798989209434514' title='you&apos;re good at lying'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109791942171537997</id><published>2004-10-16T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:37:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sweat like a pig.</title><content type='html'>It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm perspiring like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;Or should i say sweat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehh. Still haven't bathe. Maybe that's why i feel so very sticky. Sheesh. Alar, i'm just tooo lazy to bathe. As much as i love the cold water, i'm just too freaking lazy. Heh. Rain oh rain, please come pouring down tonight. Please with lots of dark clouds on top? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;youuuuuu&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Thousands&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;thousands&lt;/strong&gt; of apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109791942171537997?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109791942171537997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109791942171537997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109791942171537997' title='i sweat like a pig.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109790492219524543</id><published>2004-10-16T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T13:35:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>social mores with some seriously sharp dialogue</title><content type='html'>Muahahahhahahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter's indeed the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;But overdoing it will cause annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;So now, you shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109790492219524543?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109790492219524543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109790492219524543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109790492219524543' title='social mores with some seriously sharp dialogue'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109782899172776041</id><published>2004-10-15T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:29:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spin it hard.</title><content type='html'>Pics are up. Old ones and one new one. Well, not thaaaat new. Just pictures taken on a Saturday Night when we all went to NUS to watch My Fair Singaporean Lady. Didn't have the time to upload. You know, school and all. yadda yadda. Enjoy enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109782899172776041?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109782899172776041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109782899172776041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109782899172776041' title='spin it hard.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109782446273497753</id><published>2004-10-15T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:15:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roll over today.</title><content type='html'>I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;A white persian cat.&lt;br /&gt;To snuggle with me at night, on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Kechik's too small.&lt;br /&gt;If only hamsters can grow as big as cats.&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;Can we get asthma if we breathe in it's fur?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109782446273497753?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109782446273497753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109782446273497753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109782446273497753' title='roll over today.'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109774235787384391</id><published>2004-10-14T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:25:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See it in a boy's eyes</title><content type='html'>Cause i'm locked up. And they won't let me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep, the papers. Shhit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Had a delicious time at Banquet in Vista Point.&lt;br /&gt;mMmmMm.. Gooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and the timeout ice cream too.&lt;br /&gt;mMmmMm.. Gooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' wanna be locked up. Please let me out.&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/7253836-109774235787384391?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109774235787384391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109774235787384391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109774235787384391' title='See it in a boy&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109764125551098865</id><published>2004-10-13T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T12:20:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me?</title><content type='html'>Yeahh, again. Hee. Mum's out. Hish. Need a break from all those anxiety. Physics paper, like the other papers, was a killer. Heh. Guess you can predict how the next paper will be. And the next. And the next. And the next.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And the next... blablablaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting on friday. Somehow, this excites me. Hee. Cause that'll mean Hari Raye will be in about a month's time. Nyahaa. If you think 30 days, of course it seems long. Think 4 weeks. Heh. One digit number. Short, right? No?&lt;br /&gt;Then that's your freaking problem.&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't mind me. Getting stressed each day, each hour, each minute, each second. Erps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laadeedum..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sodier, soldier, won't you marry me?&lt;/em&gt;&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/7253836-109764125551098865?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109764125551098865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109764125551098865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109764125551098865' title='Soldier, soldier, won&apos;t you marry me?'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253836.post-109756092609838234</id><published>2004-10-12T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T14:03:16.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great pink bubble gum</title><content type='html'>Ecks. At last. Parents not at home. Heh. Can sneak in for a while to update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing much to say though. Having exams the whole of this week and two days for the next.&lt;br /&gt;Sssshit.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot concentrate for more than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Swelling in my mind like a great pink bubble gum is shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well. Focus Min, Focus.&lt;br /&gt;Sssshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. let's see..&lt;br /&gt;E maths paper was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;Literature paper was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. to make things easier, all the papers were a killer.&lt;br /&gt;A killer to the brain, to the eyes, to the fingers and to the pen.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's take a look on the bright side. Just 5 more days to go and 7 more papers to sit. Hmm.. is that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kay.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253836-109756092609838234?l=walkonby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109756092609838234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253836/posts/default/109756092609838234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkonby.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109756092609838234' title='A great pink bubble gum'/><author><name>Min</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14546591189072587938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
