<?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-2082302595439165288</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:01:40.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my socks rocks</title><subtitle type='html'>--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1864257506032813558</id><published>2009-06-12T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:38:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYES, THE LAST POST</title><content type='html'>i changed to a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just leave this deserted. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll find the link in the site that i very much loved ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, if you found that blog, and can't see your link there, tag me.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm lazy to copy the blog adds. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck finding!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1864257506032813558?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1864257506032813558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1864257506032813558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1864257506032813558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1864257506032813558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/byes-last-post.html' title='BYES, THE LAST POST'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4578079827345420730</id><published>2009-06-12T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:52:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE MISSES YOU!</title><content type='html'>we learned baby freeze again last night.&lt;br /&gt;why can san heng do both sides and i cannot?&lt;br /&gt;why can he learn other breakdance moves and i cannot? life is unfair. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, somebody missed you~&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally! tif admitted something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. went to rebecca's house on monday.&lt;br /&gt;FUN FUN FUN&lt;br /&gt;first, we played wii. i didn't really play cos dunno how to play. =p&lt;br /&gt;then, we started this really fun game.. that is, TRUTH &amp;amp; TRUTH. lol&lt;br /&gt;we asked all this kind of 'interesting' questions. XD&lt;br /&gt;i know a lotta secrets now. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not telling so just give up. =D&lt;br /&gt;then we went for dinner with rebecca's mom and sister.&lt;br /&gt;we saw a dog, named Waaay or something(rachel-becca's sister said it). lollie pop.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went back to her house and started calling people saying :&lt;br /&gt;hi.. err.. err.. er.. *hang up*&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i didn't have to call anybody cos i was going home with tif.&lt;br /&gt;she called but kept laughing! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to her house on tuesday. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. i'm off to ipoh later.&lt;br /&gt;muacks!&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4578079827345420730?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4578079827345420730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4578079827345420730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4578079827345420730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4578079827345420730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-misses-you.html' title='HE MISSES YOU!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1771882323364375079</id><published>2009-06-10T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:07:53.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE BUSYBODY GAYA LOW</title><content type='html'>missy, you talking bout me?&lt;br /&gt;do you have to give a damn even about the littlest thing that i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;height and weight : doesn't concern you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, fyi, is a kind of joke that everybody would understand except for you.&lt;br /&gt;visit more people's profile instead of just adding them blindly.&lt;br /&gt;many people has got this joke in their profile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it's my profile and you still wanna care. and i do not call my profile 'damn'.&lt;br /&gt;quit giving your 'advices' to people cos nobody needs it unless they asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;what are you? some kind of person-judging police? if you are, you're fired cos no one needs your advice to keep on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you did pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;but did i say that i'm still pissed? NO.&lt;br /&gt;you are the one who's looking for trouble for i don't know what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pissed you?&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say it the other way?&lt;br /&gt;look at your blog. who taught you to change to to the classic template?&lt;br /&gt;i helped you beautify your blog and you used it to write stuffs like that about me.&lt;br /&gt;i should say? thanks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i already have a mirror and i looked very deeply into it.&lt;br /&gt;i saw myself looking very annoyed cos of the trouble that you're making.&lt;br /&gt;so, cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should know how busybody are you, gaya low.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, drop a visit to my fs profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1771882323364375079?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1771882323364375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1771882323364375079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1771882323364375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1771882323364375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/missy-you-talking-bout-me-do-you-have.html' title='FOR THE BUSYBODY GAYA LOW'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2536515817102455844</id><published>2009-06-08T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:17:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEK</title><content type='html'>i spent most of my online time in DA.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even bother to sign in to msn anymore. wouldn't chat, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it is much more better to look and feel people's arts.&lt;br /&gt;aww, man, they take such nice pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either in DA, or going on with my movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;my current husbands = James McAvoy and Ashton Kutcher.&lt;br /&gt;james is so gonna be the first. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is the time for movie! free popcorns? no.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, bryan bought a package with hannah montana's bottle and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;HE ACTUALLY TOLD THE CASHIER THAT HE DOESN'T WANT THE POPCORN&lt;br /&gt;my sister totally freaked out when she found out.&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't? this is the first time i see people refused popcorn for movie.&lt;br /&gt;he is.. uh, HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep waiting,&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2536515817102455844?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2536515817102455844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2536515817102455844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2536515817102455844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2536515817102455844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/eeeeek.html' title='EEEEEK'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1804288892343339954</id><published>2009-06-06T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:58:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KEEP GOING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SiqRzq93v1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/UrYJo_oG_-Y/s1600-h/DSC08880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SiqRzq93v1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/UrYJo_oG_-Y/s320/DSC08880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344244224721665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i suddenly remembered something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'something' didn't attend dance class on thursday so lu yi's helper asked&lt;br /&gt;'where is hui san heng?'&lt;br /&gt;and then i said, almost loud, okay not really,&lt;br /&gt;'ASK THE WIFE'&lt;br /&gt;i'm a devil, i know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;catching lizzie mcguire now.&lt;br /&gt;SHE ROCKS. i miss that show so much.&lt;br /&gt;i got her books. just only got them last night. wowies!&lt;br /&gt;where can i download The Lizzie McGuire Movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in DA now and then, checking out cool arts and photographs.&lt;br /&gt;i love DA. lol. i won't leave it dead. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;i have 427 pageviews and 31 +favs so far. Yayyieee.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sleepy. i slept at 5am last night. or morning.&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at 8am. omg, so early.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get some sleep. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got some plans :&lt;br /&gt;1. watch lizzie mcguire.&lt;br /&gt;2. read lizzie mcguire.&lt;br /&gt;3. conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;4. eat something. i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;5. finish this post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get on with them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;huggggg, michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1804288892343339954?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1804288892343339954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1804288892343339954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1804288892343339954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1804288892343339954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-keep-going.html' title='I KEEP GOING'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SiqRzq93v1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/UrYJo_oG_-Y/s72-c/DSC08880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7753408875650547273</id><published>2009-06-05T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:31:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN, RAIN, WHERE ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sheesh. the level 1 class is so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept hitting me on the hand. why can't the new students change class?&lt;br /&gt;there's this over-action guy who dances like he's drunk, no offense.&lt;br /&gt;that is why he kept hitting tif. he dances so fast without following the beat. seriously irritating.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we danced It's Raining by Rain. with the JYP guy again.&lt;br /&gt;even though we only learned 2 steps(i think so) but it exhausted me.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't seem so hard when i practiced on the street outside friend's cafe =D&lt;br /&gt;(was on the way to the car after having a drink there with my parents and sisters right after hip-hop class, i had ice lemon tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oww, my back and shoulders are aching. same goes to tif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched one korean movie this morning with my sisters and kai-en.&lt;br /&gt;the title is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Bell&lt;/span&gt;. kim bum is in that movie. omfg, he got killed by a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;idioooooooooooot guuuuuyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;kim bum looks cute in that movie.&lt;/span&gt; or you can say, handsome. =3&lt;br /&gt;this story is quite interesting.  should watch it!&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/death%20bell/dimejiusman/986587korean_movie_photo_1217923484.jpg?o=8"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see the movie poster. =D&lt;br /&gt;spot kim bum at the side? cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch Juno tonight. or maybe finish Penelope first.&lt;br /&gt;blame my sister. James McAvoy is cute too. okay, many guys are cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get some snacks for the movie. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i straightened my hair. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm google-ing the dramas and movies of kim bum.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat, beat beat, beat.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, misheru ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7753408875650547273?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7753408875650547273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7753408875650547273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7753408875650547273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7753408875650547273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain-rain-where-are-you.html' title='RAIN, RAIN, WHERE ARE YOU?'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2244629064745340603</id><published>2009-06-02T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:44:18.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CBOX MSGS</title><content type='html'>cbox messages here. cured my laziness to reply you guys.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;misheru-faii: padang kerbau, LOL! tersekat? mak miah pergilah tolong! XD&lt;br /&gt;misheru-kYmMi: YAY. someone agreed with me, finally. S Club 7 nice. they're out of sight now =(&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Jessyca: really? woohoo, a compliment. XD&lt;br /&gt;misheru&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;-【멜리사】: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;very cool ley! go blur? oh.. HAHA. if i call my real parents, they'll be mom and dad. if i call my adpoted parents, they might be mommy and daddy. but i don't call them like that adee. mommy annoyed. XD lol, of course you know that! tablo? no idea who's that. O__O&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Jessyca: yep. actually, my friend asked me first. then we started asking and helping each other. yerrr, jez naughty! =D&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Michelle Archuleta: *sigh in relief*&lt;br /&gt;misheru-kYmMi: i use a software. ImToo Youtube Video Converter. if you wanna put the videos into your phone, change the file type to 3gp. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been putting bugs into melissa's farm.. got scold 'naughty!'&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get on with my movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MCJM is the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2244629064745340603?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2244629064745340603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2244629064745340603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2244629064745340603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2244629064745340603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/cbox-msgs.html' title='CBOX MSGS'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4752763803775850127</id><published>2009-06-01T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:50:40.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO THE 3RD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i blogged like so many times today.&lt;br /&gt;cos i forgot what i'm gonna say. i remembered now. like, hooray. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first movie of my holiday movie marathon was Coraline.&lt;br /&gt;omg, coraline is cute. she's got blue hair! =D&lt;br /&gt;my fave part was when coraline met wyborne.&lt;br /&gt;she said : 'wyborne, wyborne.. why were you born?'&lt;br /&gt;funnnny. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second one was Just Like Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;love love love love love that movie. i know i repeated like hell so many times.&lt;br /&gt;david(mark is his real name) is funny!&lt;br /&gt;like when he talked to elizabeth in public(cos no one can see elizabeth, her soul came out from her body while she was coma and she didn't know about it)!&lt;br /&gt;and david's friend was like 'hey man, so, are you okay?' that buddy of his looks funny!&lt;br /&gt;that elizabeth was trying to slap david in the bar, so he avoided(and looked like dancing).&lt;br /&gt;and david's friend thought he's dancing. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;so his friend went 'woohoo. friday night!' XD&lt;br /&gt;it was quite touching. nice........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third one was.. OH YEAH, chasing liberty.&lt;br /&gt;starring, MANDY MOORE! that Stark Sands guy is soooooooo damn cute! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;his voice is sexy. XD&lt;br /&gt;anna(mandy moore) was the president's daughter, without freedom and always surrounded by bodyguards. she wanna date but the bodyguards always ruined them!&lt;br /&gt;and then, she made a deal with her dad to let her travel alone with an agent, (stark).&lt;br /&gt;and he was to protect her. HE WAS 23 only, that's why she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;later.. (watch yourself =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was What Happens In Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;ASHHHHHTON AND CAAAAMERON! both my fave!&lt;br /&gt;love ashton cos he's in punk'd. love cameron cos she's in charlie's angels.&lt;br /&gt;suuuuuuuuuuper funny. especially ashton! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to pretend that he love cameron so much in front of the counselor.&lt;br /&gt;and so's cameron. and when both of them were speechless there,&lt;br /&gt;ashton said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;'her candles smelled AWESOME!'&lt;/span&gt; (he hated it a lot)&lt;br /&gt;the way he said 'awesome' made me rofl. really funny. watch it, watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : i'm sorry i got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;pss : i'd forgotten everything by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more movies tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;loviiiiessss,&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4752763803775850127?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4752763803775850127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4752763803775850127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4752763803775850127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4752763803775850127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/woohoo-3rd.html' title='WOOHOO THE 3RD'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5816006430849227691</id><published>2009-06-01T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:48:26.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTFFFF?</title><content type='html'>that girl really thinks that i liked her so much.&lt;br /&gt;i chatted with her just for the sake of checking out how is my primary school.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, i know you're very tall. i'm a little dwarf, am i?&lt;br /&gt;i told her i learn kung fu and can just kick her off.&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a mini monster? thank you.&lt;br /&gt;i think you look like some giraffe. so damn tall, man! say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give some respect to people's names, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;did i tease or laugh at your name? no, fucker.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE MY NAME RIGHT HERE SO OPEN YOUR FREAKING EYES.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN ZOOM FOR YOU IF YOU'RE SO BLIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICHELLE CHONG JING MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SEE IT?&lt;br /&gt;you and that jordan fella can just fuck off calling people names.&lt;br /&gt;don't think it's like so cool that you can think off whatever funny names for people.&lt;br /&gt;i think 'air-head' is a nice name for you.&lt;br /&gt;your friend got a terrible disease and you don't even have any response like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;though i hated your friend very much, at least i still felt sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, pity her having you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;poor girl must be wondering what kind of friend she's got there. some freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone ever told you that your hair sucks?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm the first. my hair has got to be better than yours.&lt;br /&gt;'your hair so ugly lah , why go and cut it?' BLA BLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lemme get you fact here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BEING A GIRL DOESN'T MEAN I MUST GROW LONG HAIR LIKE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my fringe! so what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;cut it off? cut off your fucking crap first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what? puan sharifah is nyanyuk? watch your mouth. wtf are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;she is already 50+ and you expect her to be like what?&lt;br /&gt;you should be grateful having her as a class teacher.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate that school so much, just get gone all you like.&lt;br /&gt;as if that school needs you and your fucked up attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need any of it so get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a hammer and knock yourself on the head.&lt;br /&gt;mindless android. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that greeeeeeeen,&lt;br /&gt;michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5816006430849227691?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5816006430849227691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5816006430849227691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5816006430849227691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5816006430849227691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/wtffff.html' title='WTFFFF?'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-962436016107623058</id><published>2009-06-01T02:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:57:41.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST LIKE HEAVEN! // ONE YEAR OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;OMG, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt; is so damn nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best movies i've seen lately.&lt;br /&gt;mark ruffalo is so cute. i just found out that he's in 13 Going On 30, too.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i so very love this movie.&lt;br /&gt;highly recommended for romance comedy lovers. =)&lt;br /&gt;also watched Coraline. it'a a kind of cartoon. okay, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm waiting for two movies to finish downloading.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i was DOWNLOADING movies? i think no.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, I AM DOWNLOADING THE MOVIES! surprise? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think so not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, yeah i remember now.&lt;br /&gt;downloading Chasing Liberty and A Cinderella Story(watched before).&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. lazy to wait. eyelids getting heavier.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to watch it tomorrow, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;still, i gotta wait for it to finish. i wanna sleeeeeeeeeeep..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: being all stupid and fun is awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;pss: my blog is ONE YEAR OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little lovies,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-962436016107623058?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/962436016107623058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=962436016107623058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/962436016107623058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/962436016107623058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-like-heaven.html' title='JUST LIKE HEAVEN! // ONE YEAR OLD!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2637291991690238359</id><published>2009-05-31T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:54:53.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE FELT GUILT IN HER FOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;all of a sudden, i dropped into depression.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could be twice as blissful, and triple as heaven. turned out it is a no.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could always trust her, because she doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;people that doesn't know me are usually trustworthy. yet, they are not.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know why i turned out to be the one who is not trusted.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am not. cos i knew the truth and some people don't believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;it is fine, as long as i understand the truth that lies beneath.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't stop feeling all weird and down. it is not guilt. i felt that i had lost someone. maybe i am not so good after all.  people tend to feel that way too.&lt;br /&gt;and wanting people to tell them why. cos they are willing to change. and i wanted to be one of them. people that answer 'i don't care' lives as the way they are. unwilling to listen to nobody. i am not included in that. i live life with curiosity and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep people guessing. and i too, want people to keep me guessing.&lt;br /&gt;think it is more of a challenge to me. and now i am guessing the mistake i'd made.&lt;br /&gt;also wondering if i did not make any mistake.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that person thought she understand her so much.&lt;br /&gt;but actually, she don't. not even in the least bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;i convinced that person that she doesn't very much minded, but that person don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;fine, if that is what you want. it your all your choice to trust me not.&lt;br /&gt;and love or hate what i said, they are all truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lazy. that's why i haven't reply my cbox messages.&lt;br /&gt;will do asap, i promise. and i don't break them.&lt;br /&gt;not once. i too, expect people to trust me fully when i said 'i swear'.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really meant them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;LALALA, CRAPPIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks, michelle.&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2637291991690238359?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2637291991690238359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2637291991690238359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2637291991690238359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2637291991690238359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-felt-guilt-in-her-for.html' title='SHE FELT GUILT IN HER FOR'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1009609813051796811</id><published>2009-05-30T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:22:35.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOOOSHUA ANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SiCgIm5I7ZI/AAAAAAAAAko/R0ilVe2rov4/s1600-h/a+bite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SiCgIm5I7ZI/AAAAAAAAAko/R0ilVe2rov4/s320/a+bite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341445227801013650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh, a bite won't hurt, sister! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole my sister's chocolate. AHAHAHAHA. she was there actually, but didn't allow me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;snatched the box and run! took a bite! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy nowadays. i still haven't go for a ride on the bike, though. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, THANKS TO &lt;a href="http://dont-mention-it.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meimei&lt;/a&gt; FOR THE SONG! =)&lt;br /&gt;i listened to it for so many times. want want want want the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not dare enough to ask from luyi. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;maybe mommy could ask daddy to ask from his brother to ask from toro or luyi!&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW YEAH!  mommy's gonna freak out again!&lt;br /&gt;and no, i don't like that ah xiang guy or whatever is his name! SHEEEESH!&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY LIKES HIM LAAAAA! BETRAY DADDY! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrrhhh, yeah. i just found out his name!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Ang. hahaha. i love him! so cute. =3&lt;br /&gt;my new husband. LOLLIE POP, FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;i am very loyal, don't need to worry. HAHA//like so damn opposite of it.&lt;br /&gt;nooooo, it was a joke. i like to confuse people. though this is not very confusing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i could slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: couldn't understand my previous post? HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bliss, DITTO!&lt;br /&gt;Misheru is the wish. wishing to dream. dream to come true!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1009609813051796811?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1009609813051796811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1009609813051796811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1009609813051796811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1009609813051796811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/joooshua-ang.html' title='JOOOSHUA ANG!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SiCgIm5I7ZI/AAAAAAAAAko/R0ilVe2rov4/s72-c/a+bite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-55457027229655381</id><published>2009-05-29T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:18:28.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY~</title><content type='html'>happy teacher's day!&lt;br /&gt;not as bad as i expected. HAHA, no offense.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite performance was the 3S sketch, band's and 5SC1's.&lt;br /&gt;all of them cool, cool, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to primary school to meet the teacher's but they went back. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;the standard 6 students are so idiotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they used our ex-tables and dirtied them.&lt;br /&gt;throwing rubbish on the floor and left the hall like trash pits. seriously annoyed by this.&lt;br /&gt;we took care of the tables properly and they damaged it like it was free.&lt;br /&gt;urrrrrrrgggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, the holidays are here! wish there's hip-hop class everyday.&lt;br /&gt;at least there's something i wanna do. =D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, mommy said ah boy's picture very ugly. evil!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, daddy's in the beauty pageant! the third contestant. LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;umm, umm.. mr. what ah? mr. tren like, LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad they didn't record down our dancing. ner-vous.&lt;br /&gt;daddy clapped for mommy ley! so supportive! *kong disease*&lt;br /&gt;mei mei's boyfriend became 'ehemhem' guy. FUYOH ~&lt;br /&gt;yes, this mei mei is Ling! XD&lt;br /&gt;mei mei(no, this is melissa) said she got Show Me Your Love's full song!&lt;br /&gt;I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg, luyi's picture when she was in smk st. mary was weird.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it doesn't look like her at all. had trouble finding it cos of that.&lt;br /&gt;i saw wai jun in tren again. didn't see her there for so long.&lt;br /&gt;she was ss-ing with her friends when we're dancing. LOL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't get that song outta my head. I'm Coming by Rain.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cos i always played that song to practice. i think even luyi is feeling the same.&lt;br /&gt;she can even repeat what rain said before the verse started.&lt;br /&gt;'yo. it's JYP again. ready, rain? yeah. yo, 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, ready go!'&lt;br /&gt;it's not rain who said that actually. lol. it's JYP, i think. though i had zero idea 'bout who is JYP.&lt;br /&gt;but i do know that he was in one of the wonder girl's songs.&lt;br /&gt;he said the same thing in that song, that's why. 'yo. it's JYP again', exactly the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn yawn, i am tired. had vanilla coke last night. yum.&lt;br /&gt;mel said vanilla coke 'yuck'. =p&lt;br /&gt;i remembered something funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MELANIE LIM SHENG NING LIKES AH BOY! NO, I MEAN SHE WANTS HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it happened like this.&lt;br /&gt;we were chatting at the canteen and mel was chatting with melissa.&lt;br /&gt;then i told mommy about ah boy's friendster and mommy asked me to show his picture.&lt;br /&gt;mommy was like 'i want, i want, i want!'&lt;br /&gt;then mel came over and said the same. and then she said 'i also don't know what i want'&lt;br /&gt;so we told her about ah boy's picture. and she still said 'i want, i want!' like so eager. haha..&lt;br /&gt;LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this habit from my brother. weird.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop saying 'yaaa, yaaa~'&lt;br /&gt;lol, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCJM 2009.&lt;br /&gt;yaaa, yaaa~&lt;br /&gt;I'M OUT OF THE OVEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-55457027229655381?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/55457027229655381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=55457027229655381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/55457027229655381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/55457027229655381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='HAPPY TEACHER&apos;S DAY~'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-3510452207697511715</id><published>2009-05-28T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:58:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOHOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>exam is over. finished new moon.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, plain awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;funny. i played a game and it says 'thank you, thank you, thank you, not you'&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's raining. oh yeah. the greatest weather. biggy prob is that i am not allowed to go under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;it will be like gun shooting from the sky, i bet. i wanna feel it. maybe i can't. cos i am sometimes numb. it is weirdly outta my control. it's okay. feels good, feeling nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i do not have any sandals. i used to have. i walked to the middle of the road, leave my sandals,&lt;br /&gt;and run around bare feet. i should try it again sometime. fun. totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visited friendster. didn't visit it for like so long. it kinda sucks in the profile editing.&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard for my codes to work there. sheeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;that idiotic site also cleared all my edits after i spent hours on them. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't even bother about fs if my friends were not on it.&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of my friends, okay?&lt;br /&gt;in myspace, my codes work perfectly. except that site doesn't allow links. not like a prob, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i don't add people on fs and myspace. exclude my friends, of course.&lt;br /&gt;just wait till someone adds me, then i'll log in again. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am annoyed by the fact on what people do on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;visited my profile and left effing comments like 'add me please!'&lt;br /&gt;or after adding me, they'll say 'thanks for the add!'&lt;br /&gt;fame or friends? and, I DID NOT ADD YOU, FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;all they were trying to do was adding up to thousand friends and show their popularity on fs.&lt;br /&gt;teens, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'LL EAT YOU UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misheru off&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-3510452207697511715?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3510452207697511715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=3510452207697511715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3510452207697511715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3510452207697511715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooohooooooooo.html' title='WOOOHOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-9083822329048935331</id><published>2009-05-25T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:53:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHEMHEMHEMHEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just saw the picture of kong(meimeii) wearing mini skirt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;cuteeee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept during assembly. pretended that i was reading or something.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i remembered what they talked during the whole thing. fuyoooo~&lt;br /&gt;assembly-s are yucky. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new moon! ahhh, wanna watch. and oh yessssss, the holidays are nearer.&lt;br /&gt;i wish to go genting. just tell me it's a yes.&lt;br /&gt;don't want to stay at home, NO. if the laptop is available 24 hours, i might think bout it.&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;listening to bigbang's Lalala. what an awesome title for a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; omg, i love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo cute..&lt;br /&gt;mommy said i'm naughtier than ling(meimei). HM. =p&lt;br /&gt;was just telling the truth. HAHA, it's undeniable, mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i.. i.. i.. don't.. understand..&lt;br /&gt;some.. one.. one.. just.. tell me..&lt;br /&gt;it's a kind of disease i'm getting lately. can't stop mumbling to myself.&lt;br /&gt;my brother thought i was talking to him. urrgh.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't promise to help your friend! kay, never mind. I AM KIND AND HELPFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't darken the outer lines of mitter black. T__T&lt;br /&gt;damn, the second version of devil/angel is weird. especially her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i think i dumped the first version. omg omg. cos i drew it on the exercise paper, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;what a stooopid person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm singing westlife's song. there's nothing wrong about it. and i love celine dion.&lt;br /&gt;so whatcha' gonna do? i listen to oldies and elvis presley's songs. i have got no popular songs in my phone. i don't know the latest song on mtv, billboard chart, spankin' new etc&lt;br /&gt;i like avril lavigne's oldest songs, listens to songs that people don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;love j.lo's forever and marc anthony's songs rocks. tttt, lee sings better than that young fella.&lt;br /&gt;even nick carter looks better than him. though i hated that guy so much.&lt;br /&gt;i listen to music, not the title nor the artist of the song. new kids from the block sings nice.&lt;br /&gt;not to forget the old backstreetboys.&lt;br /&gt;michelle branch, leAnn rimes, atomic kitten, s club 7, all my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, hang up faster! it's lagging. wanna change to wymax at the end of year.&lt;br /&gt;streamyx sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparing whether faii(jiejie) or peach is more siao.&lt;br /&gt;michelle__&lt;br /&gt;toot-toot.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-9083822329048935331?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9083822329048935331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=9083822329048935331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/9083822329048935331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/9083822329048935331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhhhemhemhemhem.html' title='AHHHHHEMHEMHEMHEM'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-3132249070285380821</id><published>2009-05-23T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:29:02.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHLOROFORM!</title><content type='html'>omg, SCIENCE! looooooooooove it.&lt;br /&gt;i finished the paper happily except for one question.&lt;br /&gt;what was the substance in that bottle with an irritant symbol?&lt;br /&gt;i wrecked my brain so hard to get that word. in my head, i flipped through the pages of the book.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw it! right below that irritant symbol! CHLOROFORM, that is!&lt;br /&gt;was super happy that i even hit my pencil case and it flew off my desk.&lt;br /&gt;science is the best subject ever! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm sitting in the dark now. listening to the sound of the games that my sister is playing.&lt;br /&gt;sounds good. i just watched twilight last night. pattinson is cute. =3&lt;br /&gt;where is my fast &amp;amp; furious 4 and x-men dvd? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a few chapters left to the end of new moon! who's got eclipse? lend me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issssssh, kong. why would i be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy for mommy and daddy ley! you are jealous!&lt;br /&gt;kakakakakaka XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go for a ride on my bike. it's too little for me.&lt;br /&gt;i nagged at dad to get the the bigger one.  @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't see the big one but the littlest one instead.&lt;br /&gt;michelle, michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICHELLES ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-3132249070285380821?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3132249070285380821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=3132249070285380821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3132249070285380821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3132249070285380821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/chloroform.html' title='CHLOROFORM!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1933865046114517371</id><published>2009-05-22T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:15:08.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WONDER WHAT NUMB MEANS?</title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! i can do my bm test.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i wrote the wrong thing for moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAYY. WE GOT A NEW DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to Tif! tif is mommy~&lt;br /&gt;and san heng/something is daddy~&lt;br /&gt;mommy forgot to take down daddy's piccha to show kong..&lt;br /&gt;daddy super funny weyy! XD&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mommy for choosing the right daddy for us. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;what will mommy say if she sees this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i just sketched those. the picture contains violence.&lt;br /&gt;not like really ugly but it just contains something not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't even aware about what i was drawing until i finished it.&lt;br /&gt;then miss murni passed by and i immediately hid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/ShaW6L01PVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3XjzVEFkDuo/s1600-h/toys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/ShaW6L01PVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3XjzVEFkDuo/s320/toys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338620334645263698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have something deep within me but i just can't figure out what is it.&lt;br /&gt;lost in thought now.. i wonder what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;nothing had happened, but i just felt different. what am i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for the holidays to come.&lt;br /&gt;time, please run faster and let it stop during the holidays. or at least just slow down.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like going on. needed some rest, though i know it's already 1am now.&lt;br /&gt;i never realized what's going on. i getting blur nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;people would have to repeat what they said, what with me going 'huh?' and 'what?'&lt;br /&gt;i just can't seem to help it. trying my very best to understand everything almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;if they would just let me know. i'm distracting myself from thinking about my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna touch it. i wanna go to hip-hop class everyday. it felt better and happier to be there.&lt;br /&gt;rather than being shut in a class that i hated so much. at least there's still some brains in there.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of chocolate, crunch, twiggies and ferrero rocher now. gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll end up as and elephant by the end of the month. i don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not impressing anybody, anyway. i don't even wanna do so.&lt;br /&gt;i can survive by talking to myself. or maybe leaving my thoughts hanging here.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to have a blog. it'll be useful when i forget who i am someday, so i can refresh back here.&lt;br /&gt;i have million things to talk about, but i always forgot what it is when i started typing.&lt;br /&gt;that's the main reason why my blog posts are mostly short.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda hard to control myself from swearing sometimes, especially when there's idiots messing with me. they really deserved the word from me.&lt;br /&gt;just leave them offended, it's not crime that i did. it's legal swearing.&lt;br /&gt;underneath me, it is counted as illegal, though. i know i'm a freak. yes, i know.&lt;br /&gt;i say weird things that blurred people. i use wrong words. i'm tongue-tied.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what language i'm using. why do they wanna create so many types?&lt;br /&gt;we look at the same sky, we step on the same ground. there's still walls in between.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;the back of my neck is aching. i don't know why. i have hunchback, i wish i didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why can't i leave my typos alone. it doesn't matter, right?&lt;br /&gt;as long as i know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the fan nor the air-cond, but i'm not feeling warm. it's happening lately. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish for snow anymore. even though i used to, very very much.&lt;br /&gt;coffee is what i hated but it didn't taste so bitter after all. kinda sweet.&lt;br /&gt;again, i didn't realized that i was typing with the laptop's keyboard. now i changed again.&lt;br /&gt;my phone ran out of battery, i wonder why i don't care. i'm kinda numb right now.&lt;br /&gt;except for feeling tired and exhausted after hip-hop class.&lt;br /&gt;should better get some sleep now. or maybe after exam tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am Michelle. the real me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1933865046114517371?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1933865046114517371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1933865046114517371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1933865046114517371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1933865046114517371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-what-numb-means.html' title='I WONDER WHAT NUMB MEANS?'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/ShaW6L01PVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3XjzVEFkDuo/s72-c/toys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5068831633559884003</id><published>2009-05-15T15:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:52:46.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO, DADDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;happy birthday, daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what my dad wants. my mom wondered too.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! he wants to eat lamb chop. okay, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stories in tales of the midnight hour are weird.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they were suppose to be ghost stories.. =(&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be draculas, half-human half-animal, strangers taking over their lives etc&lt;br /&gt;weird. totally weird. i finished half of the book in a few hours, not like it's so thick.&lt;br /&gt;will finish it asap and get on with new moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another weird thing. my aunt said that our names are actually korean names. O_O&lt;br /&gt;jing man, seng joon, especially these two, she said.&lt;br /&gt;my brother was like, really? really? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, someone broke into the principal's office. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;then there's this police in our school at the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;farah was screaming and i asked her why.&lt;br /&gt;'police tu handsome gileeeee!'&lt;br /&gt;ehem. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND THIS AWESOME THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i531.photobucket.com/albums/dd359/CHELLE_thegirl/270987tbpcvqt50j.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support MF, people. IE sucks. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;okay, okay, i know. i had better study.&lt;br /&gt;siiiiggggh. michelle is forcing me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;go, michelle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5068831633559884003?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5068831633559884003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5068831633559884003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5068831633559884003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5068831633559884003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-daddy.html' title='GO, DADDY!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7169285225603796920</id><published>2009-05-14T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:58:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVEY2</title><content type='html'>Kong tagged me. urghhhh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are tagged,&lt;br /&gt;answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 4:14 pm&lt;br /&gt;Name: Michelle Chong Jing Man (testing me whether i know my name or not? yes, i know!)&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: Vivian, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: Seng Joon&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: black. it will be.&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: i dunno. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hair: black. brown when the sun shines.. i guess?&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: my two ears. i wanna pierce my whole ear. T__T&lt;br /&gt;Height: 150 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you wearing now? white shirt inside my pinafore with short pants.&lt;br /&gt;where do you live? Kepong Indah.&lt;br /&gt;favourite number: 11 (they said i'll have 11 best friends, then!)&lt;br /&gt;favourite drink: ice lemon tea!&lt;br /&gt;favourite month: december. it's the holis!&lt;br /&gt;favourite day: thursday.&lt;br /&gt;favourite breakfast: bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken a bone: nope. =)&lt;br /&gt;been in a police car: no, i'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;been on a plane: YES. i wanna go on one now..&lt;br /&gt;been in a hot tub: uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;swam in the ocean: O_O we have ships nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;fallen asleep in school: it's a kind of habit to me now.&lt;br /&gt;broken someone's heart: i think not.&lt;br /&gt;cried when someone died: of course i did. T__T&lt;br /&gt;fell off your chair: yeah. when someone tickled me. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sat by the phone all night waiting for someone's call: umm, no. i can spend the time sleeping first.&lt;br /&gt;saved e-mails: yep.&lt;br /&gt;been cheated on: like how? someone lied to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your room like? orange wall, green sheets. glowing stars on the ceiling. a big heart-shape light. and those bears, rabbits, kitty, tortoise etc&lt;br /&gt;right beside you? phone.&lt;br /&gt;the last thing you ate? rice and veges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken pox: yeah. don't even dared to touch myself that time.&lt;br /&gt;sore throat: yes.&lt;br /&gt;stitches: noooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;broken nose: haha, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe in first sight? not sure. not really. admire at first sight is much better. =)&lt;br /&gt;like picnics? yep.&lt;br /&gt;wear contact lenses or glasses? NO. i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the last person you danced with? everyone in my hip-hop class including lu yi.&lt;br /&gt;last made you smile? amelia. laugh is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;did you last yell at? rachel, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you listening to right now? the songs that my brother is playing. i hate them. =/&lt;br /&gt;what did you do today? uncountable. i breathed, woke up, turn off my alarm, study, read etc etc&lt;br /&gt;hate someone in your family? lately, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;diamond or pearl? diamond. hate pearls!&lt;br /&gt;are you the oldest? noooo........&lt;br /&gt;indoors or outdoors?both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to someone you like? yes, friends.&lt;br /&gt;kiss anyone? what?! SHOULD I?&lt;br /&gt;get sick? no.&lt;br /&gt;sing? to myself.&lt;br /&gt;talk to an ex? i don't even have one.&lt;br /&gt;miss someone of the opposite sex? emm.&lt;br /&gt;eat? don't tell me you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talked on the phone? lemme see.. Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;made you cry? i can't remember when is the last time i cried.&lt;br /&gt;went to the movies with? my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;you went to the mall with? my sister.&lt;br /&gt;texted you? hotlink. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to Mexico? no.&lt;br /&gt;been to USA? no. wish i could! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a crush on someone? yeh.&lt;br /&gt;what books are you reading right now? not like right now but i'm reading New Moon and Tales Of The Midnight Hour.&lt;br /&gt;best feeling in the world? happiness!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;future kids' names? urgh. don't want.&lt;br /&gt;do you sleep with a stuffed animal? yeah. my Baby. it's a bear-dog(bear head, dog body).&lt;br /&gt;what's under your bed? dirt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;favourite sport(s) to watch? hip-hop. it's on the sports channel!&lt;br /&gt;favourite place: anywhere as long as the laptop is with me. XD&lt;br /&gt;who do you really hate? there's two.&lt;br /&gt;do you have a job? nope.&lt;br /&gt;what time is it now? 4:52 pm. wow, i didn't even realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you have come to the end of the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;tag anybody now. =D&lt;br /&gt;1. anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this idiot sitting beside me in class, i really wanna kill her.&lt;br /&gt;and she stinks like, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww!&lt;br /&gt;she's so proud that she got 8/10 for spelling and said that she didn't even read the spelling.&lt;br /&gt;like, fuck you. she read sooo loud! i have witnesses!&lt;br /&gt;and then kept asking me things. well, if you're so clever then figure it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna help this kind of people like you! ugh. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get sick. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7169285225603796920?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7169285225603796920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7169285225603796920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7169285225603796920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7169285225603796920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/survey2.html' title='SURVEY2'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2849704111611621065</id><published>2009-05-12T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:12:42.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RACH, YOU'RE 8</title><content type='html'>happy birthday, rachel. =)&lt;br /&gt;she wanted air-cond in the living room as present. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i'm seriously annoyed by my seni teacher today.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, she asked me to get 2 art blocks for my class for the examination.&lt;br /&gt;my class got 39 students in total and she asked to get 40 pieces of drawing papers.&lt;br /&gt;so i bought them and bring them to her today. and she said it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, huh, what? and she told me it's only 18 sheets in one art block, 20 sheets included the cover. i'd gone all blur and went back to class to check again.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH, OMFG. there's 20 sheets of DRAWING PAPERS if you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;what with me going in and out of the class and missing the lesson. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;getting on, she gave me the question papers and told me not to give it out first.&lt;br /&gt;duh, then why can't you keep it first if you don't lemme give them out?&lt;br /&gt;so, jia minn told me to give it out since everyone came today(excluded archnaah).&lt;br /&gt;and i gave out, of course. i am not gonna risk bringing it home and come to school tomorrow with only half left. or maybe empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;today is the first day i brought my pendrive. not that i don't have any, i just forgot to bring every week. woo, great.&lt;br /&gt;is also the first time i did not sleep in science class. luckily i brought the new moon with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;thankssss, ling! =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finished mitter black much faster than i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;really fun drawing it! =D&lt;br /&gt;finished the cover yesterday while listening to group discussion about the folio thang.&lt;br /&gt;issssh. don't wanna care. HM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;going to have some pizza now. and also pepsi. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toooooooot. i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2849704111611621065?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2849704111611621065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2849704111611621065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2849704111611621065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2849704111611621065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/rach-youre-8.html' title='RACH, YOU&apos;RE 8'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1482776025046174159</id><published>2009-05-11T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:59:17.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART THE SKY WITH CLOVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUYOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'fuyoh!' up there is for kong.&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget tif! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was real fun. sorry, ling, didn't get the book from you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed up my art today. i drew three heads(girls') with different hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;my sister saw it and said that they looked like S.H.E. lol.&lt;br /&gt;cos their hair were: short, the length of the shoulder, long.&lt;br /&gt;i named them Heart, Sky, and Clover.&lt;br /&gt;beside their heads, i drew a heart, a cloud and a clover leaf.&lt;br /&gt;heart's got brown hair. sky's got dark hair and clover is blond(too bad i don't have any gold so i replaced it with yellow)&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, they don't have faces. weird. i think they look nicer like that.&lt;br /&gt;i hate drawing faces except for nose. =^=&lt;br /&gt;wonder what pn. thilaga's gonna say bout it. i guess she'll say that it is ugly and ask me if my drawing meant imperfection. yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;go and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;pack my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;bag now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1482776025046174159?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1482776025046174159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1482776025046174159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1482776025046174159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1482776025046174159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-sky-with-clover.html' title='HEART THE SKY WITH CLOVER'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5349821126443839386</id><published>2009-05-10T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:40:55.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISH KNOT NAIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgagurgJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RN0COFBF9Xo/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgagurgJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RN0COFBF9Xo/s320/DSC02447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334127532478952018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMFG. this movie is exciting. keeps my eyes stuck on it.&lt;br /&gt;holy shit. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i'm watching Final Destination 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized i kinda broke my promise.&lt;br /&gt;forgot to upload tiara cross. looking at it now, the hair is very weird.&lt;br /&gt;gonna trash it and draw new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today might be the last day i'm gonna have fun before exam comes.&lt;br /&gt;seriously gotta study. double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mcneil tag. cute, cute. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GASP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sigh~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gulp.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;screams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5349821126443839386?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5349821126443839386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5349821126443839386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5349821126443839386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5349821126443839386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/ish-knot-naic.html' title='ISH KNOT NAIC'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgagurgJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RN0COFBF9Xo/s72-c/DSC02447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5171528324025470331</id><published>2009-05-09T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:09:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLLIES</title><content type='html'>hotttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done reading my book(skipped a lotta pages on the way).&lt;br /&gt;bought it due to my curiosity. yep, blame it.&lt;br /&gt;i regretted buying it. the story is nice but i don't like the content. kay, fine. ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents are not at home. FREEEEEEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;not like so free but at least i can do anything i want. not like i can but..&lt;br /&gt;LOL, never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much had i collected for the jogathon? hah, i dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i had a feeling that my ears are gonna go deaf.&lt;br /&gt;the music is damn loud. urgh. some britney's song.&lt;br /&gt;it's singing 'love me hate me, say what you want about me..' whatsongisit?&lt;br /&gt;YAY! it's Lonely in Gorgeous now. it totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm trying to look for the song. Show Me Your Love by V, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lu yi's group. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeeesh. my sister switched song.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a bug, mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5171528324025470331?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5171528324025470331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5171528324025470331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5171528324025470331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5171528324025470331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/lollies.html' title='LOLLIES'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-3718531281589931901</id><published>2009-05-08T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:41:42.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, WHERE'S MY? WHERE'S MY?</title><content type='html'>woots, michelle. how forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring a lotta stuffs to school today.&lt;br /&gt;my badge, my name tag, my purse etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;THANKS TO TIF AND MEL FOR LENDING ME THE BADGE AND NAME TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my history teacher really thought my name was melanie lim LOL!&lt;br /&gt;even see yan! she said 'i thought your name is michelle? sweat'&lt;br /&gt;i told her my name's melanie. i also heard one girl saying 'oh, there's 2 melanie lim in form 1?' when she's passing by. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our class didn't submit any book cover, shit. no one in our class wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;after recess, i was informed that pn. thilaga wants to see me and asked me to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, damn what am i gonna say? i'm surely gonna get scold. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;then pn. thilaga saw me at the corridor and she asked where are the book covers.&lt;br /&gt;i told her that we don't have any and she asked why so i said the monitress chose a few girls to do it but all of them rejected and in the end no one wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;to my big surprise, she said&lt;br /&gt;'oh. then demerit la?' can i say no? thank god, no scoldings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THAT BOOOOOOOOOOOOK!&lt;br /&gt;that school tales ghost stories i dunno what. someone get it for me!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i read jie ying's one today. TRULY AWESOME. it's in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;good, i don't understand some words. as long as i get the story and that's right.&lt;br /&gt;even sharon got that book! so unfair. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. i'm grateful to have farah, jia minn, sin ying, nabila, amelia etc&lt;br /&gt;to sit near me. they always help me to answer questions. like today.&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh, i know i suck. thanks a lot, i love you people. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip-hop is getting more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;we danced a new song last night. I'm Coming by Rain.&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate that song but it sounded quite cool now.&lt;br /&gt;we got to dance really, really, really fast. that's the biggy prob.&lt;br /&gt;but i loveeeeeeee the steps! really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yay, i got the screenshots. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-3718531281589931901?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3718531281589931901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=3718531281589931901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3718531281589931901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3718531281589931901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-wheres-my-wheres-my.html' title='OMG, WHERE&apos;S MY? WHERE&apos;S MY?'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6180281850068420185</id><published>2009-05-06T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:58:30.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FULL NAME - MCJM</title><content type='html'>i just got my timetable. 7 DAYS OF EXAM! damn it.&lt;br /&gt;got myself a sketch book. yay. then i wouldn't need to sleep during boring classes.&lt;br /&gt;can just sketch or draw or maybe doodle all i want. and upload my weird doodles here.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized i have a scanner at home. hoohoo, funney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always got caught when sleeping in class.&lt;br /&gt;my kh teacher caught me sleeping for more than twice.&lt;br /&gt;'eh, kawan kita sedang tidur!'&lt;br /&gt;science teacher caught me twice.&lt;br /&gt;'the girl at the back, why are you sleeping?'&lt;br /&gt;because i felt like sleeping in your boring class, i don't even understand what crap you are talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate teachers calling me 'ah moi!'. it's so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;especially my sivik teacher, calling all the chinese girls 'ah moi! and sometimes we don't even know who is she calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral was nice today cos there's no notes to copy.&lt;br /&gt;we're at the hall watching choir practice while doing my maths.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice listening to something instead of the noise of people talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got homework and project. and i'm typing the cash voucher that my sister had deleted!&lt;br /&gt;i remember i saved it in the folder but i can't find it anymore and it has got to be my sister that has deleted it! &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I TOOK 2 HOURS TO TYPE IT YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to type again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat You Up by Boa is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;love the video! AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6180281850068420185?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6180281850068420185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6180281850068420185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6180281850068420185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6180281850068420185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-name-mcjm.html' title='FULL NAME - MCJM'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2782184334666857011</id><published>2009-05-05T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:50:19.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPING TIME!</title><content type='html'>i haven't finish my homework but i'm typing the invoice for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;great, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i slept during reading time and gb meeting.&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing to do in class is to be awake with the heavy eyes of mine forcing them to close.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get more sleep but i wanna stay up~&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'd rather just type invoice than finishing up homework.&lt;br /&gt;haha, not funny cos exam's around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'M SO DISAPPOINTED WITH MYSELF FOR THE SILLY MISTAKE!&lt;/span&gt; even just one.&lt;br /&gt;the science questions.. i'm targeting full marks for the objective questions part.&lt;br /&gt;i love science! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doodling in lessons today. and came out with Tiara Cross.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i hated drawing, duh. hmmm.. i'll show you on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is : scar-faced michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2782184334666857011?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2782184334666857011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2782184334666857011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2782184334666857011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2782184334666857011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-time.html' title='SLEEPING TIME!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6872800337178211995</id><published>2009-05-02T09:09:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:49:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S LIKE DUH</title><content type='html'>i can always tell if i don't allow you to put my pictures to DA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you didn't even ask my permission to upload the pictures to your DA account. you just directly say you're gonna upload the pictures to your account. i don't even get the chance to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, when i reached home i was like damn tired and i got your sms. you told that you felt guilty. guilty why? cos you don't feel like crediting me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is number 1 pretending of yours. saying you feel guilty but i don't think you do feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you really felt guilty, you would've at least credit one picture or at least, credit the things in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;like, the panda that ling gave me. you should even credit ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you posted the vietnam house restaurant picture and pretended like you really went there. that is so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. don't act like it's not at all your problem that you copied someone else.&lt;br /&gt;peach don't create alphabets but she do create how the alphabets and sentences should go, in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder you always force me to update my blog. and finally, you admitted.&lt;br /&gt;'update your blog lah. i NEED inspiration. i always get inspiration from you and peach's blog'&lt;br /&gt;'i'm updating my blog. reading your blog to get inspiration'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda talked to my sister about this. ooh, she told me it's just a nicer way or saying 'copy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. quit pretending like you don't care. if you don't care, you wouldn't have replied peach.&lt;br /&gt;and why didn't you reply her about why you submit my arts without crediting me?&lt;br /&gt;you don't even dare to credit me even in your own blog posts. you just went with 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks, misheru. smiley face. done. and talking 'bout submitting YOUR pictures to DA.&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. we what? back stabbed? ask yourself bout what you did. telling everybody that you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;see, if you hated me so much, you should've just leave me alone. spamming me and acted like you scold them for me. i knew it's you. i recognize your spellings and the way you talk, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;'stop using seniours names to get fame u bitch'&lt;br /&gt;that is how gaya low would spell 'senior'. get wha? fame? yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i already told you that i think it's pointless for us to be friends if there's nothing much more to talk about. but you went and acted like nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, you sms and told me:&lt;br /&gt;if you can't accept the way i am, is best we don't be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act like you're the one dumping all of us, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you got nothing to reply me, you don't have to gimme 'huh.'.&lt;br /&gt;just ignore and forget it cos i'm already used to the habit of you leaving people hanging in the middle of a conversation, even in school. you talk and suddenly you went dozing off, leaving me standing there like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think of the world of yourself, gaya.&lt;br /&gt;and stop asking tif to buy or throw things for you cos you're not at home.&lt;br /&gt;she's my friend and she did not back stab you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not being 'goodie TOO shoes' and there is a difference between 'too' and 'two'.&lt;br /&gt;who's the one pretending? you, gaya low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hating me, liking me, hating, liking me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know which one is true. but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading the same book as kong now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she had finished it.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth I and her conquests. nice but it's kinda thin. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6872800337178211995?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6872800337178211995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6872800337178211995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6872800337178211995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6872800337178211995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-like-duh.html' title='IT&apos;S LIKE DUH'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6149425743813954242</id><published>2009-05-01T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:36:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT-CHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lu yi, don't torture us with your yoga~&lt;br /&gt;our warm up last night was weird. lu yi used &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;pain, especially my thigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made mistakes for the final dance. shit.&lt;br /&gt;i played scissors-paper-stone with ah boy to see which group have to start dancing first.&lt;br /&gt;my group won so ah boy's group start first. HAHAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;my group only have one guy. XD&lt;br /&gt;there's 1 &amp;amp; a half day to go, till Dreamz Competition.&lt;br /&gt;aww, man. faster! gotta reach there before 10 or not the nice seats would be taken.&lt;br /&gt;if we take the last bus, we might have to stand and watch the competition. NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;of course we're voting for tren's team, tif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where can i get the tren's t-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;the green one is nice. and so's the purple one.&lt;br /&gt;i stupidly forgot when we're gonna reach level 2. i thought it's this month?&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home from 1U, the curve. looking for tv.&lt;br /&gt;watched this gaagoo kids' fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;there's a little boy that i admired so much! damn cute and handsome! he walked the best.&lt;br /&gt;all of the kids are americans, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;and there's 2 little perasan chinese girls. idiots.&lt;br /&gt;one of them blocked a little bronze-haired girl's way.&lt;br /&gt;and that idiot was supposed to walk back to the dressing room but she walked again! double!&lt;br /&gt;and that bronze-haired little cutie had to stand there and wait cos she's like dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;stupid idiotic perasan ugly chinese girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i kinda went into the room of speakers and the promoter kept disturbing us.&lt;br /&gt;like, this hi5 set was actually rm8000 and it's rm2000. i mean, do we looked like we're old enough to get something like that? isssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6149425743813954242?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6149425743813954242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8580972421469943681</id><published>2009-04-30T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:29:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIT THOSE</title><content type='html'>i thought my legs were gonna ache. lol, they don't. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone in my class pulled me to take part in that treasure hunt. ughh.&lt;br /&gt;the checkpoints were: science lab, quadrangle and most of all, library and field/somewhere outside the hall. ran down all they way and climbed up the stairs and ran down again for like so many times.&lt;br /&gt;finally, we reached the hall and were told that we got the 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;so we went away to drink water and came back. and they said that we actually got the fourth place. which means, last place. i was like okay, fine, just a game that took my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i was definitely sure that badminton club was behind us. we came out of the library and they were just going in. we were right behind band, dude. band got second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS, KONG and your team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that i'm hardworking? haha, no kidding. me? hardworking?&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy and finish up homework at the last minute(lately, not).&lt;br /&gt;just because i read books, storybooks all the time doesn't prove that i'm much hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, i'm allowed to go and watch the competition!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna look dumb in tren later. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't need liars and copycats&lt;br /&gt;have some originality and get gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8580972421469943681?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8580972421469943681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8580972421469943681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8580972421469943681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8580972421469943681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/quit-those.html' title='QUIT THOSE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2931841695239214563</id><published>2009-04-27T18:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:18:15.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NZS STREET-BANGSAR-GENTING</title><content type='html'>NZS Street. near sunway.&lt;br /&gt;went there for like i don't know how long ago till now i finally have time to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;imma fit them into one piccha and upload them ya?&lt;br /&gt;it's lagging now. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWQAFWueSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mx-AX3gpvaM/s1600-h/DSC00495-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWQAFWueSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mx-AX3gpvaM/s320/DSC00495-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329324065174747426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just click and enlarge it and you can see it one by one clearly.&lt;br /&gt;how i love photographing!&lt;br /&gt;snap picchas like mad after i got my phone.&lt;br /&gt;all taken by me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Genting trip. most awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWSYoLJqHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eFwxdi2W1Pw/s1600-h/DSC01776-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWSYoLJqHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eFwxdi2W1Pw/s320/DSC01776-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329326685861554290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and finally, my birthday presents from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeannie, Tif and Ling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWSrOSrmPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UmrMyuonZ60/s1600-h/DSC03137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWSrOSrmPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UmrMyuonZ60/s320/DSC03137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329327005331331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, Tif!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWS2gxUelI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2JsRGqMPd6A/s1600-h/DSC03140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWS2gxUelI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2JsRGqMPd6A/s320/DSC03140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329327199270238802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, Ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWTDkATxCI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KfDrx-oOUwI/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWTDkATxCI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KfDrx-oOUwI/s320/DSC03159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329327423476712482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, Jeannie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWNGu7btOI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Bu-ftNk0WE0/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWMK_jd85I/AAAAAAAAAiw/kpqUYTdhccY/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped at Midvalley yesterday. looking for tv and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;found a pair of boots for me. lol. love it! =D&lt;br /&gt;we also watched a fashion show.. AWESOME~&lt;br /&gt;drank san francisco coffee, ice blended mocha(with cream on top!).&lt;br /&gt;YES, YES. we are gonna get a new tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn shit. next hip-hop class, they are gonna record down our dance!&lt;br /&gt;like 2 or 3 person in a video. i'm scared..&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2931841695239214563?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2931841695239214563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2931841695239214563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2931841695239214563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2931841695239214563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/nzs-street-bangsar-genting.html' title='NZS STREET-BANGSAR-GENTING'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SfWQAFWueSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mx-AX3gpvaM/s72-c/DSC00495-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6653474710715348607</id><published>2009-04-25T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:42:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;is that what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6653474710715348607?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6653474710715348607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6653474710715348607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6653474710715348607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6653474710715348607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/bla-bla-bla-is-that-what.html' title=''/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7532144943250281146</id><published>2009-04-25T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:00:55.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKS</title><content type='html'>my sister's gonna sit for exam tomorrow. which means today.&lt;br /&gt;her life and death exam. stpm. well, all i could do is just pray for the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;me going to pd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching Hana Yori Dango. DAMN NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet society is a very slow game. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, i'm happy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7532144943250281146?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7532144943250281146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7532144943250281146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7532144943250281146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7532144943250281146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucks.html' title='LUCKS'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1639302146689434417</id><published>2009-04-18T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:40:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it? spent more than 3 hours on this(i'm kinda lame, that's why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch Fast and Furious 4 but mom said no. =(&lt;br /&gt;wow, i'd just realized that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;1) The Fast and the Furious&lt;br /&gt;2) Two Fast Two Furious&lt;br /&gt;3) Tokyo Drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are all the movies before Fast and Furious 4, man.&lt;br /&gt;the second one is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, tired.&lt;br /&gt;i might go and watch Fast and Furious 4 myself.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1639302146689434417?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1639302146689434417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1639302146689434417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1639302146689434417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1639302146689434417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-d.html' title='NEW =D'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8159939695059624612</id><published>2009-04-18T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:22:05.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILEYS EGGIES</title><content type='html'>i kinda finished up my homeworks and passed them up on time.&lt;br /&gt;to me, it's unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the astronomy talk was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was gonna be boring so i just listened and looked down to my feet at the start.&lt;br /&gt;the guy was funny. i kinda pity him for not being able to be what he wanted. =(&lt;br /&gt;wow, i love that saturn! i would get a telescope but i definitely wouldn't sell my phone.&lt;br /&gt;malaysia is lame. look at other countries, damn i envy them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i wanna get outta malaysia asap. it's not as easy as it sounded.&lt;br /&gt;they wanna build hotel? on the moon? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to stay there, i mean, you hadn't even finish traveling around the earth and you wanna go and stay on the moon? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia and jia minn are nagging at me to attend chinese class. T__T&lt;br /&gt;wanted to pull tif along but her timetable is different! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was frigging busy just now. working for my mom and not paid. huh!&lt;br /&gt;i was typing some documents and did some mistakes twice and freaked out like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;i made mistakes on 50 sheets of papers! wasted. microsoft excel, you kinda suck. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH! my history notes was one of the best in my form!&lt;br /&gt;mostly, it's cos of my writing. che, perasan. =D  quite proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;i thought my writing's a lil messy. yeah, it is.&lt;br /&gt;looking back on my writings from kindergarden to now, there's big changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone's got hana yori dango &amp;amp; hana yori dango 2's dvd or vcd?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch! i'm trying my very hard to find it on PPS but i suck in reading chinese. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;(amelia and jia minn might take this as a reason to pull me to chinese class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pizzas for dinner at 9 just now.&lt;br /&gt;the cheese kind of pizza which looked like they've got sausages on the side, what's it called?&lt;br /&gt;cheese covered on the side, that one?&lt;br /&gt;one comment : yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mushroom soup is the best! plus garlic bread.&lt;br /&gt;i still have them on the dining table that we can't finish off. want some? =)&lt;br /&gt;rachel dropped her piece of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;who knows lu yi here? i wanna find out her class. a st marian, playnian!&lt;br /&gt;i think she's a senior last year.. if anyone knows, tag me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sei4aqWk-UI/AAAAAAAAAig/4PTnF3uCB_w/s1600-h/DSC03439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sei4aqWk-UI/AAAAAAAAAig/4PTnF3uCB_w/s320/DSC03439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325709327550708034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my easter eggs. my dad nearly freaked out when he saw.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8159939695059624612?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8159939695059624612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8159939695059624612&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8159939695059624612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8159939695059624612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/smileys-eggies.html' title='SMILEYS EGGIES'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sei4aqWk-UI/AAAAAAAAAig/4PTnF3uCB_w/s72-c/DSC03439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4356415530723432780</id><published>2009-04-12T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:29:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE LESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;kinda love it. short-short-short.&lt;br /&gt;the hairstylist doesn't let me comb my hair. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i have very less hair. woots. good. then i can be lazy and not bother 'bout my hair.&lt;br /&gt;that'll be way too good! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner later. been raining lately. OH YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;i just realized there's still science work. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;found a lotta rui's pic last night. =)&lt;br /&gt;and the rest too. downloaded their main theme song from Hana Yori Dango 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is the replacement for my class? i forgot my steps, man..&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;des, i promise i wouldn't change anymore! being loyal now!&lt;br /&gt;=B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4356415530723432780?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4356415530723432780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4356415530723432780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4356415530723432780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4356415530723432780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-less.html' title='LITTLE LESS'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8604967953112041769</id><published>2009-04-11T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:43:24.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANA YORI DANGO FINAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANA YORI DANGO FINAL WAS AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SeC39nLU06I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_kgAxdzWDXY/s1600-h/hana+yori+dango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SeC39nLU06I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_kgAxdzWDXY/s320/hana+yori+dango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323457028668314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SeC39nLU06I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_kgAxdzWDXY/s1600-h/hana+yori+dango.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially Hanazawa Rui~&lt;br /&gt;aww, man. HE'S SO CUTE! in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Makino is soooo cute.. Domyoji was still stupid as always.&lt;br /&gt;there's a funny part when he scolded an american.&lt;br /&gt;'hey! are you crazy? what the fuck are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANAZAWA RUI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SeC0q8hRxsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/a_b_uRuS338/s1600-h/hanazawa+rui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SeC0q8hRxsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/a_b_uRuS338/s320/hanazawa+rui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323453409445136066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD. aishiteru~&lt;br /&gt;his real name is Shun Oguri. i'd much rather call him Hanazawa Rui.&lt;br /&gt;he's always my favourite one of the F4(Flower 4) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sojiro is so handsome. Akira is.. lol&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get their DVDs. the first and second drama, and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;wondered how much it'll cost me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for their pictures. lalalalalala~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lack of sleep lately. or can say as always.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.................................. exam is on may.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams madly*&lt;br /&gt;love him love him love him love him love him love him love him&lt;br /&gt;i got more pics. future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in da mood, panda.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8604967953112041769?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8604967953112041769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8604967953112041769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8604967953112041769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8604967953112041769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/hana-yori-dango-final.html' title='HANA YORI DANGO FINAL'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SeC39nLU06I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_kgAxdzWDXY/s72-c/hana+yori+dango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8314122002432422151</id><published>2009-04-10T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:58:50.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER EGGS!</title><content type='html'>OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;i watched Bride Wars last night and this morning.&lt;br /&gt;cried 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRIDE WARS RECOMMENDED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to watch it again and again and again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch 13 Going On 30 later. watched it before =)&lt;br /&gt;jennifer garner starred if i'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally am able to feed my mikku.&lt;br /&gt;oh, hunnee~&lt;br /&gt;you're lucky to have me as your mommy!&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hip-hop class yesterday. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;they are GOING TO replace the class. if they don't, i'm gonna sue! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i forgot the steps at the last part. i haven't finish my history notes yet. still got a few pages. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wondered how am i gonna survive it.&lt;br /&gt;shall go easter egg hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8314122002432422151?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8314122002432422151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8314122002432422151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8314122002432422151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8314122002432422151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/bride-wars.html' title='EASTER EGGS!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8604253241520071108</id><published>2009-04-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:19:51.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9THTAG</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Gaya Low.&lt;br /&gt;Remove one question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 20 questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crazy stuff you did before.&lt;br /&gt;umm, no. Oh yeah, being mean to my enemy when i was 7. i was damn childish, haha.&lt;br /&gt;i tore papers and stuff them all in her bag, every space i can find. serves her right! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;watching movies, dancing, chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are given a chance to reverse your life, will you back to the past?&lt;br /&gt;no. i think everyone should look forward, not backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What will you do if you were to die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;confess everything and record everything and everyone around me with a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;and go to my favourite place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you feel loved in this world?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose most?&lt;br /&gt;losing the feeling of can-let-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;get a new pair of headsets and play the songs as loud as i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;yes, if the someone-i-love loves me too. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List 5 things that you like in a guy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;someone that bothers and cares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;11. What are the requirements that you don't wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;like des said, playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think is your purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;reach your dreams and enjoy every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you feel like killing someone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;YES, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;fried rice. at least it gives energy. have to be my mom's cooking =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;rich. if you're rich doesn't mean you'll be sad, okay?&lt;br /&gt;you can still be happy if you're rich. but you can't be rich even though you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What book are you currently reading?&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Pie by Jean Ure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the most prized possession that you wish you can bring to Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven? if there really is a Heaven, then i would like to bring my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you kill yourself if you're too miserable?&lt;br /&gt;that's a dumb thing to do. i would never kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;some food, new clothes, a robot to finish off my homework, a new pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;headsets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you sick of school?&lt;br /&gt;quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, done. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8604253241520071108?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8604253241520071108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8604253241520071108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8604253241520071108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8604253241520071108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/9thtag.html' title='9THTAG'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6154377573175897852</id><published>2009-04-09T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:34:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KKRRRRRR-EEEEE-PEEEEEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;since that picture is so scary, i shall just remove it.&lt;br /&gt;lmao when des told me it's scary and covered it with her hands. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;computer club meeting was boring as usual. =)&lt;br /&gt;but ended up fun.&lt;br /&gt;lately, i'm swear worded. can't help it, lol. so don't be offended when you see that, kay?&lt;br /&gt;deal? deal. self-talking here?&lt;br /&gt;school-less tomorrow and school on saturday. who the hell arranged this?&lt;br /&gt;spoiled my precious day. gotta pay for it, YES YOU HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des, the reason i'm taking so long to get on with this post is that i've lost inspiration, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;the lazy girl haven't touch her homework yet. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder is hurting. shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. have you guys pee on your bed sheets before?&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly thought this up. duh. just tell me! i'm curious 'bout people's life, lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm asking private questions to people in msn now.&lt;br /&gt;they'll probably think i'm such a busybody. imma tell them that i'm just worried 'bout them.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikku, i can't feed mikku! they don't lemme log in. wth, wth, wth?&lt;br /&gt;poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6154377573175897852?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6154377573175897852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6154377573175897852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6154377573175897852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6154377573175897852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/kkrrrrrr-eeeee-peeeeeeeeee.html' title='KKRRRRRR-EEEEE-PEEEEEEEEEE!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-561588480328471211</id><published>2009-04-05T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:46:00.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAYY</title><content type='html'>staying up for no reason. though i'm actually quite tired. well, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me wondering&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me finding&lt;br /&gt;don't leave me hanging in the middle-of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't gimme a brush-off&lt;br /&gt;quit getting on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;cut it out-whatever you're saying&lt;br /&gt;do stop pretending&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saw a profile of my junior in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;her hometown is : selayang mall&lt;br /&gt;wth? lmaoo! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i gotta sleep then. +__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-561588480328471211?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/561588480328471211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=561588480328471211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/561588480328471211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/561588480328471211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/layy.html' title='LAYY'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4899128148581940588</id><published>2009-04-04T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:11:19.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOCHOCOCHOCOLATES!</title><content type='html'>Having chocolates right now. BIG THANKS TO ELAINE!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to have dinner with her when she's in kl, but she went to japan. aww.&lt;br /&gt;she bought us a big box of kinder bueno, ferrero rocher and a packet of different flavors chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;i love her~&lt;br /&gt;delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SECRET REVEALED!&lt;br /&gt;Aiisu Kaiui is my tortoise. My little zoo has gotten a new pet! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Aiisu Kaiui is Ice Kiwi. Cos Aiisu is green in colour and has a very big head lol.&lt;br /&gt;the cute thing! my Baby hugs it every night. it's kinda small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SdbZkCIIgBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ELJHRG1BQjc/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SdbZkCIIgBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ELJHRG1BQjc/s320/DSC03141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320679222854320146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently reading Gone Missing. i've read it 2 times before but felt like reading again.&lt;br /&gt;still got 3 books to finish! OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;gaming now. awesomely awesome. will hunt for skins later.&lt;br /&gt;still gonna miss this skin. spent hours on it, you know! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally am able to feed mikku. her hygiene and health level was 0%!&lt;br /&gt;will try my best to feed the poor thing every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents went to PD. asked me to follow but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;been swimming too much this month. HAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, my phone is out of battery. lemme go charge it..&lt;br /&gt;*charges phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you agree that the graphic of CP is so nice and cute?&lt;br /&gt;love it damn much.&lt;br /&gt;home alone with rachel. where is my sister? i want my lunch~&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4899128148581940588?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4899128148581940588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4899128148581940588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4899128148581940588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4899128148581940588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocochocochocolates.html' title='CHOCOCHOCOCHOCOLATES!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SdbZkCIIgBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ELJHRG1BQjc/s72-c/DSC03141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-583918642132365317</id><published>2009-04-03T20:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:06:54.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW 13 NEW LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy belated birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm getting older. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SdYN53demuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6228iQLZjmI/s1600-h/doodle+of+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SdYN53demuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6228iQLZjmI/s320/doodle+of+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320455297576114914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THANKS FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're just glad i'm getting older, right? i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des, you owed me a soda.&lt;br /&gt;went to sunway lagoon with tif, jeannie and ling. ling wanted to get sunburn lol.&lt;br /&gt;she didn't, though. wanna make her andy happy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the entrance ticket damn expensive. didn't get back our deposit! wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;the girl was offering some frigging smelly ugly so-called waterproof watches.&lt;br /&gt;the deposit was rm40, man! never gonna go there again, unless someone pay for me. =D&lt;br /&gt;they had this stupid rule of can't-bring-water-bottle-with-water.&lt;br /&gt;wtf like people will bring an empty bottle? they said there's free water in there.&lt;br /&gt;they meant the pool water, right?&lt;br /&gt;tif didn't get caught. woots! only ling.&lt;br /&gt;she emptied it. they gave us this rubber wristbands which is damn hard to wear on.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) went in and changed into swim suits and added a t-shirt on. ling wanna show her sexy back so she kept complaining that she wanna take it off. AIYAA JUST TAKE IT OFF LAA&lt;br /&gt;even jeannie wanna take off. so many hotties around. mostly americans.&lt;br /&gt;and even some who spoke languages which we don't quite get. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEST PART WAS THE ROLLER COASTER AND TOMAHAWK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomahawk is the one that rotates 360 degree celcius.&lt;br /&gt;you sit in a container-like thing and it went turning upside down and turning!&lt;br /&gt;it even stopped upside down and i was like falling off cos the belt thing was quite loose.&lt;br /&gt;fun fun except i closed my eyes cos i was nervous. my first time =)&lt;br /&gt;the slide using yoga mats was nice too. but you have to carry it up the stairs. really tired.&lt;br /&gt;sat in tea cups and jeannie was soooo dizzy! ling and me kept spinning the wheel!&lt;br /&gt;and we saw this freakingly scary ride..&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; actually a pirate's boat but years ago, they upgraded it so it can turn upside down.&lt;br /&gt;it's a dangerous ride cos the weight can't really stand the boat(not like it's a real boat).&lt;br /&gt;and fyi, a girl actually died riding the roller coaster that we rode on.&lt;br /&gt;but it's awesome so i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;the ride was the first roller coaster i went on in my life when i was 10 or 11.&lt;br /&gt;second, third, fourth etc are in genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) we haven't got enough money for food cos of the freaking deposit.&lt;br /&gt;we fed ourselves with popcorns instead. and someone stole my mineral water! yuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) we showered at 5pm+ and went dinner at my favourite restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Beach Club Cafe! had roasted chicken. it was a lil dry that day. the lemon tea rocks as always!&lt;br /&gt;i wish uncle ronnie wouldn't close down the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;he once said that he might close it and replace it with Rum Jungle instead.&lt;br /&gt;i hate rum jungle. the food they're giving are damn much, enough to feed an entire army.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not delicious. rum jungle is much more suitable for those who wanna drink beer blah blah&lt;br /&gt;it's near Aloha, the one with many many many prostitutes at nights. it's quite popular.&lt;br /&gt;there's a gay bar, Nuovo, right opposite of Beach Club. belongs to uncle ronnie also. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;you can find a lotta cute jellyfishes inside! i went in before. well, before it officially opens =D&lt;br /&gt;i love Poppy Garden(belongs to uncle ronnie also. aloha, not)!&lt;br /&gt;especially the washroom, hahaha.. the tom yam soup is so tom yam-ish. which was very spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i suddenly change the topic? gah. i'm done, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the girl who sat beside me actually farted. yuck yuck double yuck. disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;(ask amelia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this anti-drugs talk in the hall a few days ago. piece of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;kept waking myself from sleeping. the prefects were walking around.&lt;br /&gt;i only watched when the guy showed the pics and vids.&lt;br /&gt;my brother also had a talk at school bout drugs. he said it's awesome lol.&lt;br /&gt;my anti-drugs poster sucks like hell. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hip-hop is getting funner. especially when Something tried to act cool, so freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tif even noticed that he didn't clean his moustache properly.. HAHA XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, after my night tuition class, i went for a drink with my parents and rachel.&lt;br /&gt;when we're walking towards our car, we heard a voice screaming madly.&lt;br /&gt;he's crazy, i think. he was shirt-less, wearing a pair of trousers, holding a bottle and walking on the middle of the road. an african.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy scared rachel this morning on the way to school. bout ghosts in school toilets!&lt;br /&gt;mommy called &lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ghosts 'ahh-woo-woo'. =DD&lt;br /&gt;and rachel didn't quite get what's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed 4 books at the same time. thanks to tif, diane and harishma.&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed them too, except for tif =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah! i got cold. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: there's a lil secret in this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;lookin' in&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-583918642132365317?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/583918642132365317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=583918642132365317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/583918642132365317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/583918642132365317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-13-new-life.html' title='NEW 13 NEW LIFE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SdYN53demuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6228iQLZjmI/s72-c/doodle+of+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1764528675596644529</id><published>2009-03-31T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:47:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERISU IS WHERE</title><content type='html'>i've got a new pet.&lt;br /&gt;AIISU KAIUI!&lt;br /&gt;it's actually something in english. lol. =D&lt;br /&gt;and i edited the spellings.. guess what it means!&lt;br /&gt;and my pet is green in colour!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1764528675596644529?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1764528675596644529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1764528675596644529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1764528675596644529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1764528675596644529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/perisu-is-where.html' title='PERISU IS WHERE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8231389564510774501</id><published>2009-03-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:09:54.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH HOUR 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO, PEOPLE. DID YOU OFF YOUR LIGHTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did. most of my neighbours did not. some of them don't even know what's Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;and cause of Earth Hour, my mom poured my kiwi juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay. this is the first year Malaysia took part in Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the second one lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been talking on the phone with Jeannie for hours last night. even just now.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much that i wanted to tell her. haven't any proper conversations at school. just wavings.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice and fun talking to her while enjoying my kiwi juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake up early tomorrow. or Jeannie will have to wait outside. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeses! =B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8231389564510774501?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8231389564510774501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8231389564510774501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8231389564510774501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8231389564510774501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2008.html' title='EARTH HOUR 2008'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8490292909968683591</id><published>2009-03-27T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:56:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOTINGS BLAH BLAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woohoo. something's around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we had this photo shootings for class pictures, societies, etc..&lt;br /&gt;they made an announcement and asked AJKs to go down for the photo shooting.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't paying attention cos i was hurrying to the class to finish up my notes.&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann came to my class and look for someone named jing man, lol me.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like, yeah what?&lt;br /&gt;omg, i didn't get the announcement just now.&lt;br /&gt;she asked why i didn't go down and i told her i was walking. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;it didn't make any sense. and i added, so i didn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;and she punched me. like no feeling. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were to hold the CDs for the picture. haha. i only got one. no fair!&lt;br /&gt;and this perasan(XD XD) Jo Ann kept asking her friend&lt;br /&gt;'umi, saya cantik tak?' 'ye ye sangat cantik'&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class pose. so lame. don't even have a pose, actually.&lt;br /&gt;and for the candid one, a lotta people didn't pose.&lt;br /&gt;the last row huh? only got 3 person. including me. only one girl in the last row posed.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, me. =D&lt;br /&gt;i did a pose that no one did. ELEH I TAU I PERASAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. some people actually tore their co-co card into 3 parts.&lt;br /&gt;and stapled them. lol why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer club meeting so boring right? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;only the hardworking mel copied the notes. duh, and gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;one question. am i allowed to shout in the computer lab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's name is actually san heng, lol.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNY am i laughing 'bout people's name?&lt;br /&gt;it's hui san heng. so girly, agree? (stop laughing, michelle!)&lt;br /&gt;tif's gonna be so sad if i don't stop laughing 'bout his name. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister went and told my parents 'bout the stuffs i posted in my blog. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;and my parents nagged nagged saying that i shouldn't post this that etc etc&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog and i post what i want and if you don't like it, not my problem like i care?&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah whatever. this blog is offensive with a lotta swear words blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;click the upper right X and get gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are sensitive to swear words, don't scroll down please. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name on the book like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;it happened like this:&lt;br /&gt;we went to the science lab to do an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;so our group took the burette, pipette, test tubes etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;nabila put the test tubes upside down cos they can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;i was focusing on the experiment when suddenly, bing bang boom.&lt;br /&gt;the test tube rolled and fell to the floor beside me.&lt;br /&gt;how can it actually fall?? i didn't even touch it honestly. like why should i?&lt;br /&gt;i got the fucking blame for breaking the fucking test tube cos i was beside it. hey, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;that's why my name was on the book. for breaking a fucking test tube, no i did not.&lt;br /&gt;then i found out the truth. nabila stood the test tubes right?&lt;br /&gt;and that kalai went and turned it so that is why it can roll to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;and i got that fucking blame cos i was beside it? there's no regret cos my name is already on it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care actually, 'bout that demerit or whatver teachers used to force us do things.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a fucking shit. hell yeah i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone broke the burette in our class. no one's confessing. is it so hard?&lt;br /&gt;so the teacher said that someone has got to confess.&lt;br /&gt;i suggested to archannah that the whole class confess to the teacher. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then she wouldn't know what to do with us. oh yeah, good idea! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we had the funnest history class for the first time in history! =D&lt;br /&gt;we discussed about money and blah blah&lt;br /&gt;damn dunny!(damn, ignore my typo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i-cannot-see-my-butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kong Yee Rong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8490292909968683591?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8490292909968683591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8490292909968683591&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8490292909968683591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8490292909968683591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/shootings-blah-blah.html' title='SHOOTINGS BLAH BLAH'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5268151512530869024</id><published>2009-03-24T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:39:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC UPSR/PMR 2008</title><content type='html'>the MAC UPSR/PMR was a lil' boring. lol.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't RM200. it was RM100! should have born one year earlier. haha..&lt;br /&gt;got one nice nice certificate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dewan bandaraya kl rich? they provided breakfast and lunch. AND LEMON TEA!&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the boring speech by the i-dunno-who-is-that guy, i got stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;[swear word]!&lt;br /&gt;so i walked to the toilet and squatted down, clutching my stomach. it's not period pain, wing shin.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the food? no. the lemon tea? no. last night's food? no.&lt;br /&gt;then what?&lt;br /&gt;i called my mom and she said she'll replace me to get the money but i was alright after drinking some water. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SAW ANGELINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss her sooooooooooooooooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;i waved at her when she was playing with her phone.&lt;br /&gt;after the ceremony, i tried looking for her but she disappeared.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wing Shin went to the toilet 3 times. lmao. XD&lt;br /&gt;she made a hard decision about going to the toilet or not.&lt;br /&gt;she even asked for me and Amanda's permission? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy and Rachel went out for pizza. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikku~&lt;br /&gt;here i come to feed you!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5268151512530869024?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5268151512530869024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5268151512530869024&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5268151512530869024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5268151512530869024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-upsrpmr-2008.html' title='MAC UPSR/PMR 2008'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-467210118053744730</id><published>2009-03-20T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:05:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;love me or hate me, it's still and obsession&lt;br /&gt;love me or hate me, that is the question&lt;br /&gt;if you love me then, thank you&lt;br /&gt;if you hate me then, i hate you&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that Rachel didn't follow me to Tren last night.&lt;br /&gt;Tif, Tif~&lt;br /&gt;Something sat beside her and she was like so shy to look at him. lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid leg of his almost kicked Tif.&lt;br /&gt;so Tif wasn't dare to move herself or his legs will kick her.&lt;br /&gt;when Luyi was teaching, Tif bowed down to tie her shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;then Something did the same. i wonder if he's really tying or just acting. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-467210118053744730?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/467210118053744730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=467210118053744730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/467210118053744730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/467210118053744730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/tren.html' title='TREN'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1245424382380234237</id><published>2009-03-19T13:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:23:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GH TRIP</title><content type='html'>lemme start off all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We reached Genting at 4pm+. my uncle and his family went to outdoor theme park so we didn't have the key to the hotel. we went to Starbucks Coffee(as stated in the previous post) to wait. onlined for an hour then suddenly, boom. can't online cos of some stupid reason which i dunno what is it. at 6.30pm, my uncle and his family came back from the outdoor theme park and we put our stuffs in the hotel, and then down to Mushroom Farm for dinner. my cousins and i chatted 'bout jokes and ghost stories, lol. Rachel was like so scared. haha. my auntie and uncle took out their wristbands(the ticket to outdoor theme park) and gave it to me and Rachel. so after dinner, the four of us, me, Rachel, Mun mun and her brother went to outdoor theme park to enjoy for an hour. first, they tried on some kind of ancient car which you have to step on the pedal to move it. Rachel drove, like damn slow. haha. next, they wanna go on the elephant cos the weather is so cold so they can feel the wind. it was okay too. my cousins wanna go on the marry-go-round but me and Rachel wanna go on the Spinner. when we're queueing, Rachel looked a bit scared so i asked if she was scared but she said it's okay but when it's our turn she pulled me away. i said she was scared but she denied and blamed me for nagging so much till she lost the mood to go on the ride. lol. the theme park closed and we met up with our parents outside the casino. then, we went to play bowling and i felt like slapping myself cos i seriously sucked in that. my dad scored the highest at first, but to my surprise, Mun mun won! wowies. wanted to watch Race To Witch Mountain but the show is at 1.30am. mom said it's okay and asked Mun mun to accompany me but the tickets were sold out, i guess. we chatted and joked about in the hotel and lights off at 2.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;woke up at 8 to catch breakfast in the First World Cafeteria. there's free buffet for 4 persons but we bought another four tickets to go in together. the buffet was nice! all my favourites! tummy was full and the four of us went to watch Motion Master 4D. bought tickets but they didn't check at all? the show was 'Monsters Of The Deep', about scary sea animals. Rachel spent her time  in there looking down to her feet. it was a bit scary when the snake came right in front of my face. haha. when the snake had gone, a shark suddenly raced up to me like trying to bite me. so funny. lol. since they didn't check our tickets, they're still new so we used them for the Bumper Car. Nice. i didn't play anymore starting from 2006. after the ride, we went back to the cafeteria to meet them. packed our things in the hotel and left the place. quite fun, actually.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. i'm repeating this again and again. lol. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1245424382380234237?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1245424382380234237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1245424382380234237&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1245424382380234237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1245424382380234237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/gh-trip.html' title='GH TRIP'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-3495457322733240357</id><published>2009-03-18T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:49:57.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GH 1ST WORLD STARBUCKS COFFEE</title><content type='html'>reached Genting. finally?&lt;br /&gt;i'm in First World's Starbucks Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;ordered one cup of blended mocha with chocolate chips which i don't know what's it called, lol.&lt;br /&gt;damn yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry for proper food. having popcorn now.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get some fast food but i had eaten KFC, McDonalds and Pizza in this month!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna go shopping with this laptop with me? haven't thought of this yet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even notice that i'm drinking creamy mocha right now! XD&lt;br /&gt;okay, this sister of mine wanna use the laptop. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p-a-n-d-a-!-!-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-3495457322733240357?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3495457322733240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=3495457322733240357&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3495457322733240357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3495457322733240357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/gh-1st-world-starbucks-coffee.html' title='GH 1ST WORLD STARBUCKS COFFEE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4092784182284518880</id><published>2009-03-18T11:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:38:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAH</title><content type='html'>Last minute decision, i'm going to Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be bringing my laptop, i guess. hope i'm allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, you should have stayed one more night!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been watching Jesse McCartney's videos lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HE IS LIKE THE MOST GORGEOUS GUY EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with him~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked so cute in 'How Do You Sleep'!&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;'omg omg i didn't know that he looked so cute with his brown hair??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bsXRqI1WbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bsXRqI1WbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best video of him, 'Beautiful Soul'!!!&lt;br /&gt;the blond him still rocks. i love his green eyes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some kind of shit, my December posts sucks. the words are so gigantic and i don't know how to fix it. dammit. bother, bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;god. i can't live without my headset, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;somebody? get me one please. thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gotta go pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;XOXO misheru--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4092784182284518880?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4092784182284518880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4092784182284518880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4092784182284518880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4092784182284518880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoorah.html' title='HOORAH'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8191603441872397404</id><published>2009-03-17T23:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:06:05.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-HUH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sb_H82BqwHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fwG3l-A18r8/s1600-h/DSC02614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sb_H82BqwHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fwG3l-A18r8/s320/DSC02614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314185933429063794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a wallpaper in BUM CITY.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to visit the real place of that. wow. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pizza that tasted so bad. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;home from PD at sharp 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;we actually swam at night. awesomee!&lt;br /&gt;we're the last to leave the pool.&lt;br /&gt;and the first to swim in the morning. =)&lt;br /&gt;tired, tired..&lt;br /&gt;when can i get a proper rest?&lt;br /&gt;before school re-opens, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog got faved~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dee, actually but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;lol. being sarcastic here. ignore, ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just faved it in her comp. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished to blog more but i seriously gotta get more sleep. niteys, people. oh NO.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, morning, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;misheru-rkyr: good! haha. congrats, the third person to figure out how Michellese was created. =D&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Miss Dee: i went to PD.. you should be happy that i updated 3 words, at least. XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: how can we actually laugh as much as we breathe? o__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8191603441872397404?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8191603441872397404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8191603441872397404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8191603441872397404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8191603441872397404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-huh.html' title='U-HUH'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sb_H82BqwHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fwG3l-A18r8/s72-c/DSC02614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2349059305239891448</id><published>2009-03-16T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:22:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;PD, here i come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2349059305239891448?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2349059305239891448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2349059305239891448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2349059305239891448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2349059305239891448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4310946509366731236</id><published>2009-03-15T11:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:39:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WH STRIK I BETWEE?</title><content type='html'>not going anywhere in this holiday???&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's busy with his work so we canceled the trip to PD. aww, man.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. my imagination is growing wilder and wilder.&lt;br /&gt;it's so fun having to daydream 'bout how the future would be.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm so looking forward to the future is that i hate this moment right now.&lt;br /&gt;really do hate. not just me, there's another one who agreed.&lt;br /&gt;i can't make decisions 'bout who to ______ or not cos of the current problem that some people are facing and it turned out to be my problem too. not like i care but i am forced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the sun in on top of me now, with the ceiling and roof blocking us.&lt;br /&gt;wish they could break. then, the sun and me can meet. hope it'll blind my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;(mom's gonna kill me if she sees this)&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain.. where are you? i wish to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;come over now and make more noise. and make me deaf.&lt;br /&gt;then i can rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I A GOIN T REMOV AL THE LAS LETTE IN M WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ne languag create. Michellese. for all Michelle-ians. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currentl lookin fo languag translatio website.&lt;br /&gt;translat m nam t differen language. awesom. th websit s laggin. dam i. i can' se anythin. stupi sit.&lt;br /&gt;th stupi sit i translatin michell to michell. wha th hel?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;englis t frenc = micheline. MICHÈLE. so horribl.&lt;br /&gt;englis t spanis/portuges= micaela an miguela. weir.&lt;br /&gt;englis t italia= michela, michelangela an michelina. od, od.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo probabl don' understan wha i a talkin her righ?&lt;br /&gt;m eithe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin. gav u. hu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbyGYkrN7SI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rM3h0JJpTfo/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbyGYkrN7SI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rM3h0JJpTfo/s320/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313269417110269218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4310946509366731236?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4310946509366731236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4310946509366731236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4310946509366731236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4310946509366731236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/wh-strik-i-betwee.html' title='WH STRIK I BETWEE?'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbyGYkrN7SI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rM3h0JJpTfo/s72-c/DSC01515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7964257965396231418</id><published>2009-03-14T14:28:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:54:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAC 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtYahSR0lI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qqgXVmDO9JE/s1600-h/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtYahSR0lI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qqgXVmDO9JE/s320/DSC02761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312937398048510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtW6_-ucdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVsIjZjXg8k/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtW6_-ucdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVsIjZjXg8k/s320/DSC02760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312935757020557778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtYi70LRII/AAAAAAAAAgI/FrldKb2b0tI/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtYi70LRII/AAAAAAAAAgI/FrldKb2b0tI/s320/DSC02758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312937542608962690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtXF_GjU4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/kRkqiWmmM58/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtXF_GjU4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/kRkqiWmmM58/s320/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312935945763509122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtXj_plMwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-i6lH4knmSA/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtXj_plMwI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-i6lH4knmSA/s320/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312936461306508034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the girl on the stage is not me. it's Archannah, getting prize for her awesome tennis playing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAC 2008 was quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos i get to meet some of my friends who transferred to other schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;JENNIFER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miss you so much! glad to see you in that different uniform. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i saw our names on the wall!!!&lt;br /&gt;all the names of the students who got straight As.&lt;br /&gt;we should feel happy. on 2007, 35 students got straight As.&lt;br /&gt;2008(us), 39 students scored straight As!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtWTmLx-WI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4zOGpYUHUYw/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtWTmLx-WI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4zOGpYUHUYw/s320/DSC02765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312935080081095010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtWc_uSBNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cKeqSc4sTM0/s1600-h/DSC02763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtWc_uSBNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cKeqSc4sTM0/s320/DSC02763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312935241555510482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACAM BANGGA SANGAT LA SAYA NI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My name is on the second row from the left.&lt;br /&gt;saw my name? the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;got RM50, a heavy prize(i forgot what it's called), and a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;Puan Lim! she's funnier now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;she asked us to stay until the end of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;she told us that there was a surprise at the end. so we were to wait till 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the surprise is..&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NO SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Xin Thong told Puan Lim that we're so surprised by her surprise. =D&lt;br /&gt;then Puan Lim kept saying to me 'don't be so disappointed!'&lt;br /&gt;when i'm gonna go, i wanted to go and wish her goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;She saw me and before i could say anything, she said&lt;br /&gt;AIYA DON'T BE SO DISAPPOINTED LAA!&lt;br /&gt;huh??? when did i? my disappointment is fake, just to tease her. XD&lt;br /&gt;then i calmed her down for disappointing me and wished her goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Puan Lim, you rock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;AHAHAHA. Aryana said that Rachel is cute! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;she wished Rachel goodbye. she said Rya is very pretty. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As i'm happy today, i asked mom to go and eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached, the Pizza Hut was like so quiet and cold.&lt;br /&gt;so, we went down to KFC. plus, Rachel wanted to play on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't happy getting a certificate, there's nothing that she can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;she said she wants a trophy and money! get straight As, sis.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. i paid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also recieved an invitation to attend the MAC 2008 at Stadium Badminton, Cheras.&lt;br /&gt;it's for PMR and UPSR students who got straight As.&lt;br /&gt;if we attend, we'll be getting RM200!!!&lt;br /&gt;like so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i told Kong, and she said 'then i confirm going!'&lt;br /&gt;but it's on a school day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;today rocked.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7964257965396231418?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7964257965396231418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7964257965396231418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7964257965396231418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7964257965396231418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-2008.html' title='MAC 2008'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbtYahSR0lI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qqgXVmDO9JE/s72-c/DSC02761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5207685216135960640</id><published>2009-03-13T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:06:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gloom. crestfallen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm into total downcast right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5207685216135960640?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5207685216135960640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5207685216135960640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5207685216135960640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5207685216135960640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/gloom.html' title=''/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1149478106927346144</id><published>2009-03-13T16:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:48:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTFH?!?!</title><content type='html'>Just as i thought the shitness is gonna over,&lt;br /&gt;it started back up again. like effing shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hated some people now? i don't know but i'm just worried 'bout something.&lt;br /&gt;just had a terrible nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my friends turn into some wild beasts and the whole school sucks. i accidentally brought my phone to school and asked for my friend's help but she shouted at the prefect that i'd brought my phone. i ran and ran around the school. then i went into the ladies'. the girls in there are weird. they stared at me like they're gonna eat me up at anytime so i dozed off and bumped into Miss Goh. i had forgotten 'bout my the phone in my hand! i tried to hide it as much as i can! Weird, she didn't notice. She just walked away like she didn't see anything and that i'm actually invisible? So, me went off running again and suddenly, someone caught hold of me. a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn scrared that i might lose my precious phone and in a second, i woke up from the nightmare. Afternoon-mare, more like it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not as scary as you thought it would be but i can't bear it if my friends turn into wild beasts and me losing my dear phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, i shall remain picture-less. not because of some spamming by those mindless morons.&lt;br /&gt;if i can, i wanna remain name-less too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Michelle is damn exhausted that she almost fallen asleep at anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;GET SOME REST, MICHELLE! NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM VERY HAPPY NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cos of&lt;br /&gt;1. today rained =)&lt;br /&gt;2. the holis are finally here!&lt;br /&gt;3. shitmyx worked. hell, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;4. i can actually answer some of the geography questions! awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;5. i am getting a bucketful of Walt Disney's cartoon in my phone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1149478106927346144?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1149478106927346144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1149478106927346144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1149478106927346144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1149478106927346144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtfh.html' title='WTFH?!?!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1753009206495948707</id><published>2009-03-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:01:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;our class lost for choral speaking, as expected so i'm not really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;and those who didn't memorize the script, scolded the conductor. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's quite fun today. well, better than yesterday, at least?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously can't wait for the holiday to come. i need some rest, man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT. Tif didn't come for hip-hop class just now.&lt;br /&gt;there was this big shit traffic jam around her house so her dad told her to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;she's so sad. me too. damn bored without her =(&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?! Vivian's not teaching us for hip-hop anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i heard her saying that she's too tired on Thursdays. aww.&lt;br /&gt;Luyi replaced her so it was okay. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel wanted to come along with me to Tren today but i shouted at her so she stayed in the car, instead. she's always disturbing the people there and i must stop her everytime.&lt;br /&gt;hell, she even blocked them. like shitness. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for volleyball but i attended netball. quite fun except when the senior said&lt;br /&gt;we're dialu-alukan to go home at any time. huh?!&lt;br /&gt;and i hate staying backs =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i still haven't plan plan plan my plan plan plan plan plan.&lt;br /&gt;pss: good luck, 1M and 1A!&lt;br /&gt;psss: i want Sin Ying's blog link...&lt;br /&gt;pssss: i had almost forgotten to download Donald Duck's!&lt;br /&gt;psssss: there's so many 'ps' in this post XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1753009206495948707?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1753009206495948707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1753009206495948707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1753009206495948707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1753009206495948707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-yeah.html' title='HELL YEAH!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-879876205234421682</id><published>2009-03-09T14:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:48:25.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOH MAI KAI</title><content type='html'>i want loh mai kai. haha.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dim sum for breakfast today. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;i love siu mai but that one wasn't really nice cos there's a big prawn in it. i hate prawns, you know.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle brought us there. near my sister's school, TARC.&lt;br /&gt;we saw many McDonald's along the way.&lt;br /&gt;felt like jumping out of the car and run straight into the restaurant to get McChicken. lol.&lt;br /&gt;the weather there was damn nice.. SO WINDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, my dad forgot his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after our breakfast (it was already lunch time),&lt;br /&gt;we came down and it was raining. and the loving windy weather.&lt;br /&gt;uncle asked us to play badminton with him in Maluri .&lt;br /&gt;(i don't even know how to hold the racket)&lt;br /&gt;we went home first and then my parents and Rachel went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before they went, we took out all the chocolates and stuff that Elaine bought for us.&lt;br /&gt;there's one box of Chilly Chocolates. we were like 'what-is-THIS?'&lt;br /&gt;the first second, it tasted like normal chocolates. then the taste of the chilly came.&lt;br /&gt;not really spicy, anyway. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this GIANT box of chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;we took one each. inside, there's a piece of short note written with a poetic sentence 'bout love.&lt;br /&gt;quite special. all of them are different.&lt;br /&gt;imagine, so many chocolates inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey. there's lesser smileys in my posts.&lt;br /&gt;now only i noticed =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;god. the wind made this scary noise.  sounded like ghost or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; woooooooooooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a low and deep voice O__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbTIhvvjabI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fz0gJv-9PXY/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbTIhvvjabI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fz0gJv-9PXY/s320/DSC02561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311090342653815218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbTIV7wM5HI/AAAAAAAAAeY/lbbkX3wHlhU/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-879876205234421682?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/879876205234421682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=879876205234421682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/879876205234421682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/879876205234421682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/loh-mai-kai.html' title='LOH MAI KAI'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbTIhvvjabI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fz0gJv-9PXY/s72-c/DSC02561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2448466677666025581</id><published>2009-03-08T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:17:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CP! CP! CP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;2 whole days.&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up around 6am to go back to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbS0G_HlUKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ca4hrQaCli8/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbS0G_HlUKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ca4hrQaCli8/s320/DSC02247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311067892692111522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so tired. i slept at 12am last night, you know.&lt;br /&gt;then i slept along the journey..&lt;br /&gt;reached and had breakfast and my tummy was so full.&lt;br /&gt;we had noodles the day before. the whole day. my breakfast in Ipoh is also noodles.&lt;br /&gt;NOODLES DISEASE! XD&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why the weather in Ipoh is so hot. the whole year, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sweating, sweating. ugh, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;we actually got a call from my grandmother, asking us to go back.&lt;br /&gt;we thought she had something to say or anything happened cos all my relatives were there.&lt;br /&gt;then...... it was only lunch and dinner. a bit of wasting time and fuel. RM200+&lt;br /&gt;fine, we didn't blame her. she's lonely there =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this elder sister of mine is annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;she's angry cos i'm busy blogging and didn't listen to a song that she wanted me to listen.&lt;br /&gt;later, cannot is it? wth. i don't wanna listen to your stupid song anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go on. after lunch, i begged and nagged and my mom to let me go Petronas and online.&lt;br /&gt;then she agreed! YESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't connect to their wi-fi named Linkys. ugh. it's their wi-fi's prob, actually (i found out).&lt;br /&gt;shits. so i went to my aunty's boutique.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with Emily there. gossiped 'bout this person. everyone HATES her =p&lt;br /&gt;Mommy kept on trying on the clothes. HAHA. she brought 5 or 6 home. XD&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went back for dinner at grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during lunch, they said the vegetables were spicy.&lt;br /&gt;so, there's nothing spicy for dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2448466677666025581?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2448466677666025581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2448466677666025581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2448466677666025581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2448466677666025581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/cp-cp-cp.html' title='CP! CP! CP!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SbS0G_HlUKI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Ca4hrQaCli8/s72-c/DSC02247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-3604784179423478728</id><published>2009-03-07T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:49:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:P:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha. finally, i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;went to PD cos dad's got some work in Guaman Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;that hotel is nice but i hate the beach. the sand so wet. =p&lt;br /&gt;we put our things in the room, in the apartment. the apartment's like so.. empty.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be on holidays. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the apartment's quite okay, actually. not as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;the swimming pool is like mine. no one went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;there's 4 pools. we went to the empty one cos it's not so hot there.&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my elder sister is having some kind of mad disease. i don't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;she could be really stubborn sometimes. i'm trying to cure her from it but she doesn't let me.&lt;br /&gt;fine, then. sometimes, i hate the fact that she's having a __.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to visit my grandmother tomorrow. she's alone there with my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine is there, too! Just that she's in her house over there.&lt;br /&gt;aww. she didn't bring along her children. =(&lt;br /&gt;i'm back on monday. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i might online there too. hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like closing my eyes again. though i'm not really tired. ==&lt;br /&gt;my back bone is aching. wondered why. not because of hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;AHA! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUYI REMEMBERED TIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she asked why Tif cut her hair~ XD&lt;br /&gt;Tif found out his name. SO FUNNY. Luyi read it out.&lt;br /&gt;his name sounds like this: __  something.&lt;br /&gt;his surname, we didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 words sounded like: something.&lt;br /&gt;except it's 'sun', not 'some'. Tif thinks it's funny. i spot him looking at her. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekekez~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i dunno whether i'm happy or sad. or angry. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the invitation letter to go get my UPSR certificate. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my primary school teachers already. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;gotta go gaming. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-3604784179423478728?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3604784179423478728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=3604784179423478728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3604784179423478728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3604784179423478728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/pd.html' title=':P:D'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6099474549721880233</id><published>2009-03-06T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:09:09.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOVE PETRIFIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, these people just don't grow up.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe didn't use their precious brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm numb facing them 6/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we still haven't completely read our whole script. not even once.&lt;br /&gt;cos of those people in my class. i don't even want it to be my class.&lt;br /&gt;they scream, shout, being funny when it's supposed to be serious, they don't cooperate, giving self comments, talk-talk-talk, making noise, don't obey the instructions..&lt;br /&gt;and there's no point in practicing our choral speaking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't win and they're still building high hopes about getting into final.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so happy when she said we don't need to practice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like slapping her face.&lt;br /&gt;she always shout at us. she thought it might lower down our noise volume.&lt;br /&gt;but the more she shouts, the noisier the class becomes cos they can't hear each other when she shouts so all of them shouted like morons.&lt;br /&gt;and she cried today, saying that she's fed up of us but we're the ones who're actually fed up of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;many people regretted voting for her as the assistant monitor because she is not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;when everyone already settled down, she'll start joking the hell and the noise started again.&lt;br /&gt;serves her right if the people make noise. she thought she's such a good assistant monitor.&lt;br /&gt;why can't she learn to calm down just like Malizza? she's a good monitor, at least better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks right now, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my co-co card. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian didn't come last night so Luyi replaced her.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind having her teaching as she's the sweetest person ever!&lt;br /&gt;but i still want Vivian to teach.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if Vivian will still teach us in level 2. hope so will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm blogging, i'll reply the messages here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;misheru-Destiny: haha. we'll stay in an oldddd apartment. you sure? XD yeah, my sister! aghh!&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Michelle Archuleta: of course! =D&lt;br /&gt;misheru-【멜리사】: lalalalala~ my mocha very nice! i always have accident arts.&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Michelle Archuleta: really?? OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;misheru-joanneTPH: okay =)&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Jessyca: XD hehe.. like they said, looks can be deceiving~&lt;br /&gt;misheru-josie: haha. i hate centipedes more. but i managed to kill some of them. =D&lt;br /&gt;misheru-Destiny: update adee. ^__^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even notice that my dad and sister are home. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6099474549721880233?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6099474549721880233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6099474549721880233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6099474549721880233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6099474549721880233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/above-petrified.html' title='ABOVE PETRIFIED'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6751731615076601481</id><published>2009-03-01T15:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:56:32.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUNS, I ADORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SapNJVba8CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6d9DU6k47lg/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SapNJVba8CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6d9DU6k47lg/s320/DSC02432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308139933575868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uh, my container with white watercolor when doing my straw blowing art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dipped some black into it and it turned out like that. looked a lil' like creamy mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;grh. my headset is damaged. you can only listen to one side. any headset that my sister had used before would damage. hers, mom's and now mine. shits, she is going to get me one. she had to. she denied and said that it's SE's stupid headsets. no, it is not. it's her, using it day and night non-stop.  i tried to hide it from her but she brings it to school everyday. wth. i haven't any money to afford another one right now. she'll have to gimme one. i don't care whether she steal it or rob but i can't live without music. why does she have to bring it to school? and lend to other people till my headset is dirty with all the ear stains. it's not hers, it's mine. i'm sharing it but she takes over it all the time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking forward to the march holidays. we're going to PD.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but we're staying at some kind of apartment that my dad rented for his workers when they went working there. we rented there for 2 whole months.&lt;br /&gt;they're most probably wouldn't be there when we're going.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, there's still pool and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the competition is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna get embarrass on the stage with their slow motion reading.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i don't mind being alone in school. i've used to it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it started since i'm standard 4.&lt;br /&gt;i'm much of a loner as i don't really know how to make up conversations with people that i don't know. =p&lt;br /&gt;so, you don't need to be worry when you see me alone. i'm not sad, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i just want some fresh air. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my freaking little sister can't stop bothering me for more than just a second.&lt;br /&gt;she hates to see me using the laptop longer than her. wtf is with her?&lt;br /&gt;she's young and shouldn't use technology much. what do we have when we were young?&lt;br /&gt;not even cartoons. she should be grateful having to watch cartoons every single freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i hate eating carrots. especially raw ones as i am not a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6751731615076601481?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6751731615076601481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6751731615076601481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6751731615076601481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6751731615076601481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/buns-i-adore.html' title='BUNS, I ADORE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SapNJVba8CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6d9DU6k47lg/s72-c/DSC02432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8999797076818302797</id><published>2009-03-01T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:46:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F8</title><content type='html'>Poof. off my hopes into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;McNeil, 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i did nothing to help McNeil but compete for non-athletes and cheer for them.&lt;br /&gt;i felt a bit sorry. McNeilians had tried their best. maybe the other houses are better.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing that we could now, except for congratulating the champions and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;my watch stopped while watching the athletes run. i kept hitting it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the battery ran out.&lt;br /&gt;other people who saw would probably think i'm nuts, wearing a not-working watch.&lt;br /&gt;one girl saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we win together, we lose together. there's no need to put the blame on one person.&lt;br /&gt;we are a team..&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann said&lt;br /&gt;'kalau kamu tak cheer, kamu akan nampak phenomena kasut hitam tumit tinggi terbang'&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every McNeilian got a tag. a hippo tag. the arts section made them. THANKS A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;we love it. Mel and Cheah are actually afraid of lizards. i mean, what can they do to you?&lt;br /&gt;at least lizards are better than centipedes. centipedes are GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. Vivian seriously can run very fast. i'd love to have her running speed.&lt;br /&gt;at least gimme half. i run like a tortoise except i don't think that tortoises run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Wong's not gonna come to class for a week. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't memorize my script. i don't bother even if we lost.&lt;br /&gt;those freaks just think that they're so pro in choral speaking when they hadn't even performed or competed. and lied that they had their so called experience.&lt;br /&gt;at least i competed before and had the real experience.&lt;br /&gt;they're arguing for the solos and conducting. i remained silence and don't care.&lt;br /&gt;they don't cooperate and we're gonna lose.&lt;br /&gt;they don't listen and kept giving comments, complaining this and that.&lt;br /&gt;one girl can't pronounce 'question' but kept fighting for the solo. she pronounced 'questions'.&lt;br /&gt;they are not loud enough, they read slow. they don't accept my advice and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, porridge for lunch. i just hate porridge.&lt;br /&gt;i looked for food in the fridge, cupboards, but nothing that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;so i filled my stomach with pepsi and more pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;i hate ginseng tea.&lt;br /&gt;it's bitter and why must we force ourselves to it?&lt;br /&gt;it'll bring you health and gives you a longer life. what kind of crap?&lt;br /&gt;if the whole world drinks it, then everyone wouldn't die. this is not possible and scientific.&lt;br /&gt;i just drink it for the sake of money that my cousin spent on them for us. it's nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we're going for dim sum later. after my mom finishes with her drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8999797076818302797?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8999797076818302797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8999797076818302797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8999797076818302797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8999797076818302797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/03/f8.html' title='F8'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-2969422852697435535</id><published>2009-02-27T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:27:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S GO FOR IT!</title><content type='html'>AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPORT'S DAY TOMORROW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wowies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go again.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I CAN OFFICIALLY DO BABY FREEZE AND COMPLETE THE WHOLE DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was easier to do it on the dance floor cos the floor isn't that hard.&lt;br /&gt;i practiced on the floor of my living room and my head was in big pain!&lt;br /&gt;Vivian(Wai Jun) corrected my freeze pose and 'locked' my feet.&lt;br /&gt;She was worst when the first time she did it.&lt;br /&gt;she went down quickly and knocked her head. HAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;then the second time i did, i'd forgotten to lock my feet.&lt;br /&gt;and she go, 'eh, eh, eh. lock your feet!'&lt;br /&gt;we had another teacher teaching too. i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;she's so cute and friendly! She's Luyi, i think. i love her hair~&lt;br /&gt;i want Vivian and her to teach me! HAHA. =3&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeee, stupid Ah Yuan don't recognize us adee. He only recognize some of the boys. hm!&lt;br /&gt;haha. pity Tif. one woman accidentally kicked her head when doing freeze. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to work hard for History. I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't get that freaking C anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i studied and memorised hard but what do i get? a C? wth.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, HOW DID YOU MANAGED TO GET HIGH MARKS IN GEOGRAPHY AND HISTORY?&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i didn't cheat in exam.&lt;br /&gt;i cheated when i was in standard 5, taking Kajian Tempatan exam. only 1 or 2 questions. =p&lt;br /&gt;i didn't anymore after that. happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's hard to believe that See Yan likes Mayday! EEEEEEEEEW!&lt;br /&gt;their voice are like babies. no Mayday fans over here, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching a Taiwan programme now. DAMN FUNNY~&lt;br /&gt;i hardly watch any Taiwan programmes. it's my family who watched.&lt;br /&gt;i usually look for Mickey Mouse or Tom &amp;amp; Jerry's. ahemm.&lt;br /&gt;hey, there's nothing wrong for teenagers or maybe adults to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;it's adults who created cartoons, okay? appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;you might be crying for one if there aren't any cartoons. =/&lt;br /&gt;(i keep Donald Duck's in my phone. videos, dummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Safogx2fipI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KLvUGsEUwbI/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Safogx2fipI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KLvUGsEUwbI/s320/DSC02350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307466335714773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a menu of Beach Club Cafe's. they changed into a new one, this.&lt;br /&gt;i love going there. it's the food and music they play that i like.&lt;br /&gt;i snapped this while waiting for my sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, i wanna go there for my birthday. can i bring along my buddies?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;(i like the colour of the shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-2969422852697435535?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2969422852697435535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=2969422852697435535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2969422852697435535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/2969422852697435535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-go-for-it.html' title='LET&apos;S GO FOR IT!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Safogx2fipI/AAAAAAAAAd4/KLvUGsEUwbI/s72-c/DSC02350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7225839102584395409</id><published>2009-02-26T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:42:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEZE??</title><content type='html'>C'mon people. I AM NOT THE JUDGE OF THE TARIK TALI THING.&lt;br /&gt;it's not me who decide whether to rematch or not.&lt;br /&gt;it's not me who cheated. it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;why do you guys had to complain it to me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the only McNeilian alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a second after the tarik tali, it's like the whole world coming to me and complained about McNeil being unfair or cheated.&lt;br /&gt;eh, hello? i'm not the one who cheated or being unfair.&lt;br /&gt;you can always go and complain it to the judges and that's not my business.&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;every second i see a Playnian or Popian, they would go staring at me or pointing their fingers at me while complaining 'you all McNeil so unfair and blah blah blah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, can you people just stop complaining to me for more than a second?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in charge of this.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i don't care about my house but i can't help it if they don't give a rematch, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not angry but it's really not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't practice my freeze.&lt;br /&gt;it had to be used later. gotta get on with my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7225839102584395409?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7225839102584395409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7225839102584395409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7225839102584395409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7225839102584395409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/freeze.html' title='FREEZE??'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-380316004714416627</id><published>2009-02-25T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:03:52.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO INTO ONE</title><content type='html'>on a Saturday, i attended a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;it was a wedding of my 2 tuition teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan and Ms. Yin.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's not a miss anymore. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i witness a wedding in a church. lame, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was nicer than Chinese's. this one was more modern and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese's was noisy.&lt;br /&gt;they said the wedding ring was very special and beautiful. i didn't get to see it. =(&lt;br /&gt;it was bought in Paris. aww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like this(i heard the story from my brother).&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan was invited to Paris to do something. he was there for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;after he's done, Ms. Yin go to Paris to meet him for a holiday. over there.&lt;br /&gt;then, Mr. Chan brought her to a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;in English, the name of the restaurant means, '2 old couple'.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a beautiful and romantic restaurant(i saw the picture they took there)..&lt;br /&gt;and.. he proposed to her, there. wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go that restaurant! so beautiful~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i also wanna see the ring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Ms. Yin walked down the stairs, Mr. Chan sang! so horrible. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone started singing these love or christian's songs.&lt;br /&gt;we got some chocolates too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the refreshments are okay too. there's everything. i love orange juice. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went and snapped pictures with Mr. Chan and Ms. Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT3_PNfQbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VG2PWp3opOg/s1600-h/DSC02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT3_PNfQbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VG2PWp3opOg/s320/DSC02323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306638926736212402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's teacher ___. i'd forgotten his name.&lt;br /&gt;he was my english teacher but i stopped the class cos it's on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm, yeah! he's the Proton Car Designer.&lt;br /&gt;(he sang more horrible compared to Mr. Chan XD)&lt;br /&gt;the choirs behind him are volunteers. they're Mr. Chan and Ms. Yin's students.&lt;br /&gt;me and my sister would've join if anybody had told us 'bout this. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT5ymM3JNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xQL4hkXvVpY/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT5ymM3JNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xQL4hkXvVpY/s320/DSC02326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306640908592555218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when they're saying their vows and exchanging rings.&lt;br /&gt;he kissed her cheeks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT6IB3lDiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ruDijwJmtrc/s1600-h/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT6IB3lDiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ruDijwJmtrc/s320/DSC02330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306641276796735010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E-EW! I looked like some freak. that's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Yin, Mr. Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT6bTJvkuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/z-5f0t5b9VU/s1600-h/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT6bTJvkuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/z-5f0t5b9VU/s320/DSC02331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306641607853839074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at Ms. Yin's face. she's good at laughing and non-funny jokes. XD&lt;br /&gt;i love her gown. especially the part starting from below her waist.&lt;br /&gt;so pretty. she looks quite slim in this. she's not a thin person, actually. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you are not 2, but 1 now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"god created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-380316004714416627?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/380316004714416627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=380316004714416627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/380316004714416627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/380316004714416627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-into-one.html' title='TWO INTO ONE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SaT3_PNfQbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VG2PWp3opOg/s72-c/DSC02323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4255334563869016599</id><published>2009-02-25T14:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:59:25.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NON-ATHLETES EVENT</title><content type='html'>Non-athlete's event was quite fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;though we got the third place. well, trying our best is already a winning.&lt;br /&gt;at least it proves something.&lt;br /&gt;we would've got a higher position if Kassaindra listen to our advice.&lt;br /&gt;we said, BLOW THE BALLOON AS BIG AS YOU CAN. AND JUMP ON IT.&lt;br /&gt;she blew it small enough to fit in your palms and sat on the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;if you think you can't do it, just quit.&lt;br /&gt;when Michelle asked if anyone don't wanna play, why don't you just quit? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. they said i'm fast! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TARIK TALI WAS AWESOME, BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's the champion? *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MCNEIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were to cheer 'pull 1, 2'.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone ended up shouting 'mcneil' and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;i was cheering and screaming 'go, mcneil, go'. XD&lt;br /&gt;The other houses complained that it's unfair that McNeil won.&lt;br /&gt;cos McNeil was on the left side of the field. the other side was slippery.&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end, they competed on the dry side.&lt;br /&gt;still, McNeil won! =D&lt;br /&gt;Playne kept asking for a rematch. that's the fact, people, we won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House meeting was fun too. the way that Jo Ann spoke was funny, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Esther too. She taught us the house cheers and what should we do when the cheerleaders perform.&lt;br /&gt;Our new motto is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;this year's theme is actually 'hippo'. cute! =D&lt;br /&gt;we shouted when doing the house cheers. that's how it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally remember all the cheers. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann was doing some kind of 'flower' pose when calling Flora's name. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mel saw that and started creating poses for our names. =B&lt;br /&gt;awesome, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house was the worst among all the houses on discipline marks.&lt;br /&gt;cos the people behind are talking and not filling in the gaps when the tarik tali girls went.&lt;br /&gt;duh. i filled the gap, you know! cos i wanna see the competition more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't talk too. i was too busy cheering and looking around. like a busybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. there's still hope for us on Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for it! =D&lt;br /&gt;We might be the last, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; least.&lt;br /&gt;there wouldn't be a 0 for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s. :See Yan was asking for Kai Xuan's brother's number. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;she kept denying it and said that it's her best friend who&lt;br /&gt;wanted it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4255334563869016599?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4255334563869016599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4255334563869016599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4255334563869016599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/4255334563869016599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/non-athletes-event.html' title='NON-ATHLETES EVENT'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8639713756028554486</id><published>2009-02-24T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:36:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEETLES! EEE!</title><content type='html'>i can't believe See Yan, my class prefect just picked up the beetle with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like, EEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite okay, too. friendly but strict. The beetle is still alive but damn disgusting as i can see.&lt;br /&gt;she just took it and said 'it's just a beetle'. well, it's a beetle to you but an alien to me.&lt;br /&gt;pests are my greatest enemy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;NON-ATHLETE'S EVENT TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGHHH. MCNEIL WILL WIN. watch! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, Yu Ying suddenly asked me who is the non-athlete's captain, which is Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ying's a Pringian, i thought? and she's not any AJK or something. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia told me a few scary stories. one of them is effing scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want to peek at holes anymore after i heard that story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1Y students who are supposed to arrange the tables and chairs did not do their duty.&lt;br /&gt;and we got reports for that only.&lt;br /&gt;4 people are in charge for this, including me. 4 people, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i arranged all the tables, which means, 3 persons are supposed to arrange the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;but??&lt;br /&gt;they went dozing off to the canteen. WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;so irresponsible. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i disliked the fact that Kai Xuan is actually the assistant monitor.&lt;br /&gt;she's not good and unfair. when people speaks mandarin or tamil, she'll collect money from them.&lt;br /&gt;and in the back, she speaks mandarin with her friend. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who sat in front of me, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;she can talk with her friend, but when i talked to Amelia, she 'shoo' us.&lt;br /&gt;asked us to be quiet. if you can talk, then why other people can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with my usual scoldings. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8639713756028554486?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8639713756028554486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8639713756028554486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8639713756028554486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8639713756028554486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/beetles-eee.html' title='BEETLES! EEE!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6207087564598764751</id><published>2009-02-23T17:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:27:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEO,HIS, SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a B for my Geography. How proud. XD&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting a C or maybe a D. Well, at least i've passed!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY KETUA KECERIAAN.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't make sense at all. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i told her to pass up the file. for 2 whole days but she still didn't bring it.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i asked her to pass it up herself.&lt;br /&gt;then today, she asked me to pass up for her. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;i said that we got Arts today so she can pass it up herself.&lt;br /&gt;she said i'm the AJK so i should keep it. what?!&lt;br /&gt;just directly pass it to the teacher, can't?&lt;br /&gt;then she mumbled some Tamil words, which is effing annoying cos i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;how can you actually speak things that other people don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;eew, fuck herself in her ego world.&lt;br /&gt;grow up, immature freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. i don't know how to do the straw-blowing art.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't this lesson in my life before. =(&lt;br /&gt;need to get my mom. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm downloading the new version of MF.&lt;br /&gt;i love MF.&lt;br /&gt;But i seriously HATE streamyx.&lt;br /&gt;always can't online even though  i'm connected to the network. duh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could transfer to Broadband, actually. =)&lt;br /&gt;then i can online anywhere i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are planning to buy a new house. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait but at least we need to wait for 1 or 2 years until the house is done.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have my own room. though i'm afraid of being alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have green, blue, black, red, brown, grey, yellow, peach..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have my soft toys on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have a shelf above me which wouldn't bang my head to put books.&lt;br /&gt;extras, lava lamp, desk and chair, bunny slippers, little wardrobe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; mirrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;AND LASTLY, THE LAPTOP IN MY ROOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;misheru-destiny: sue the police. they wouldn't get me. *evil laughs* No, i was too scared. and it loaded so damn slow. but i watched the video in youtube. damn scary~&lt;br /&gt;misheru-mia j: tak sangat. okay laa. HAHA. watch it! =)&lt;br /&gt;misheru-michelle archuleta: HAHA. yes! but i'm currently happy! some parts of Eden Lake are disgusting. a lil' bit. watch laa! XD&lt;br /&gt;misheru-destiny: a tag, can't?! aww, you're wrong. @#$%&amp;amp;#!%&lt;br /&gt;misheru-michelle archuleta: yeah, that's why. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah, blah, blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's all i hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6207087564598764751?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6207087564598764751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6207087564598764751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6207087564598764751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6207087564598764751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/geohis-sucks.html' title='GEO,HIS, SUCKS!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-9172019504885690015</id><published>2009-02-21T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:52:45.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8THTAG</title><content type='html'>Since i have nothing to do, i'll go on with life doing a tag. =)&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i'm doing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle. (i adee do)&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song name down no matter how outrageous it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says 'is this okay?', you say?&lt;br /&gt;Right Where You Want Me - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;: WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Get Up - Ciara&lt;br /&gt;: ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Why Not - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;: Yeah, why wouldn't i like humans? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Toxic - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;: How my life ROCKS! it's all about toxic to kill ants. awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;I Hate This Part - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;: Which part, actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;: They thought i'm a womanizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about often?&lt;br /&gt;If You Had My Love - Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;: i always think if you had my love? ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;What You Got - Colby O' Donis&lt;br /&gt;: 2+2 is what you got inside your pants! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I'm With You - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;: Yeah, i'm always with you and i got your back, sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Hold You Down - Jennifer Lopez featuring Fat Joe&lt;br /&gt;: Imma hold you down~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;So Yesterday - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;: The story is in my yesterdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Just Wanna Be With You - HSM3&lt;br /&gt;: To be with the person i like? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;So Sick - Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;: I feel sick when i see them. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Over - Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;: They think my life will be over if i break my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Just The Girl - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;: YAY, I'M JUST THE GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Of us - Gareth Gates&lt;br /&gt;: Good choice. the chorus is,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'it can happen to anyone of us..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, everyone will pass away. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Overprotected - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;: i love to be overprotected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;The Voice Within - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;: they are the voice within me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;Summertime - New Kids On The Block&lt;br /&gt;: Now only i know that i hate summer. i always wished for winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;Why - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;: why would you ask me this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing you regret?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Love - Nicole Scherzinger&lt;br /&gt;: i regret loving my.. baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;With Love - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;: PEOPLE WHO ARE WITH LOVE!!! HAHA. they always make me laugh my head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;: when everything gets complicated, i'll break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever get married?&lt;br /&gt;In The Ayer - Florida featuring Wil.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;: YES, i will. In the air~!! awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Lolli Lolli (Pop That Body) - Three 6 Mafia&lt;br /&gt;: when people pop their body with lolli lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;: My ending likes me but i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;For The Record - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;: i would change my voice for the voice record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;My World - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;: my world hurts me with homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;So Close - Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;: so.. close your eyes and i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Just So You Know - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;: you adee know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite pick up line?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget About Us - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;: EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Real - Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;: passionate that i'm real and original. *tosses head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in god?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Tell Me - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;: Don't tell me that you actually believes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you attached to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Lose My Breath -Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky blue?&lt;br /&gt;Killa - Cherish featuring Young Joc&lt;br /&gt;: Cos it's a killa(killer). Killa always dresses in blue, i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to name a pet, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe In Magic - Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;br /&gt;: What a long and weird name is this? Just take 'MAGIC' =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to name a human baby, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Me Against The Music - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;: Meagainstthemusic, over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, 'YOU SUCK', you say?&lt;br /&gt;Never Gone - Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;: they'll think i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone offers you drugs, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mind - Yamashita Kousuke&lt;br /&gt;: i have a mind that is blue so i cannot take drugs. (wth am i crapping?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will your future be like?&lt;br /&gt;Get Right - Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;: get right back into the world. you think i'll know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does education means to you?&lt;br /&gt;U+Ur Hand - Pink&lt;br /&gt;: Our hands. education means your hand and mine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of sex?&lt;br /&gt;One Love - Blue&lt;br /&gt;: Yeah, a love. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Beep - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;: *car horns* BEEP!&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/2082302595439165288-9172019504885690015?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9172019504885690015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=9172019504885690015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/9172019504885690015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/9172019504885690015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/8thtag.html' title='8THTAG'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7107005682768902643</id><published>2009-02-21T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:36:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDEN LAKE MOVIE</title><content type='html'>Just reached home from the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Eden Lake. a thriller, fyi. it was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;just the the ending sucks.&lt;br /&gt;for more info, search in google. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a thriller fan but i'll give it a 3.5-4.0 stars.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought some snacks along but didn't finish them.&lt;br /&gt;i was too busy focusing on it.&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was damn scared. but as it goes on, it wasn't so scary anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's for 18 and above. but they didn't notice me cos my sister made my hair down and fringe covered my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;when my sister was buying the tickets, they got ask whether we're all 18.&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't followed. i was hiding. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i'm 18 now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7107005682768902643?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7107005682768902643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7107005682768902643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7107005682768902643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7107005682768902643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/eden-lake-movie.html' title='EDEN LAKE MOVIE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-911534897416483870</id><published>2009-02-20T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:04:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C'mon! Anyone knows how to decrease the size of a photo?&lt;br /&gt;the kb of a photo. AGGGHHH. This is annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-911534897416483870?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/911534897416483870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=911534897416483870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/911534897416483870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/911534897416483870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/cmon-anyone-knows-how-to-decrease-size.html' title=''/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-4658915859351665180</id><published>2009-02-20T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:35:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAID, NO!</title><content type='html'>i said, &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; in a hundred million, billion, trillion and zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'the white guy'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why should i choose him?!&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeee, i don't even know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how he looks like.&lt;br /&gt;He's a stranger to me, for Pete's, Christ's or whatever god up there's sake!&lt;br /&gt;and i repeat, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4658915859351665180?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4658915859351665180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4658915859351665180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the same thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;i hate wearing the school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;i hate facing the annoying people in my class.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my Maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to put my bag on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people calling out 'girls!' every single day.&lt;br /&gt;i hate homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way people stared at me when i fell.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my classmates asking me what to bring on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who acted clever.&lt;br /&gt;i hate vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;i hate giving tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;i hate catching a cold.&lt;br /&gt;i hate having my fingers checked every morning.&lt;br /&gt;i hate reading my 'Narnia' book each morning.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the choral speaking script that the people-who-are-not-good-in-english prepared.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people putting all the blame on me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate naggings.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my hair style.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to clip up my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to tuck in my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to wash school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to follow the duty roster.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to face my Science teacher's scoldings everytime we're in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people talking in a topsy-turvy way.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i hate to build up my hopes and end up feeling disappointed in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-4876060438985236270?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4876060438985236270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=4876060438985236270&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>HAHAHA. I'm so naughty.. =p&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're having Maths exam, if i'm not mistaken. WOOHOO. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for Science's exam too. =D&lt;br /&gt;History, Geography, EEEEEW! they suck.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Thilaga scolded our class for not bringing the pocket file.&lt;br /&gt;Only a few of them didn't bring. Plus, many of us do not have the Seni textbook.&lt;br /&gt;then i have to collect the files and bring them all to the teacher's room myself. pity me.&lt;br /&gt;no one wanted to help except for Teoh but i asked her to go home, i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;i asked Sarimala to help me but she said she's not free. FINE!&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who nominated me, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral was quite okay today. we simply joked.&lt;br /&gt;i almost slept during Science. HAHA. boring, you know..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJK. So damn hot under the sun! then we need to run.&lt;br /&gt;my leg was hurt cos learning the 'freeze' move. i've got a bruise on my knee. wanna see? XD&lt;br /&gt;and that's the reason i got 2nd last. plus, the others were so fast like hell.&lt;br /&gt;my first time getting second last! so unbelievable. i'm not posing but i'm sad.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THE 'FREEZE' MOVE ADEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6039152067442103564?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6039152067442103564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6039152067442103564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6039152067442103564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6039152067442103564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8420905507233536367</id><published>2009-02-14T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:29:06.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNKNOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i wonder what's wrong with me since last night.&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong. But i don't know what's wrong. just that something is really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta ask someone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but it felt like a few people had just walked right outta my life.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time. if somebody could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the best but i'm trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has a second chance, so why not me?&lt;br /&gt;I need to know to change. i'm not a mind-reader.&lt;br /&gt;just be honest. i wouldn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;i can stand it, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just be honest.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a rich person. i'm on the average side of average.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think that matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;if you do mind, then i'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bears and Lions.&lt;br /&gt;Tears and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle had faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8420905507233536367?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8420905507233536367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8420905507233536367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8420905507233536367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8420905507233536367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/unknown.html' title='UNKNOWN'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-490462157762378059</id><published>2009-02-14T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:17:07.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER VALENTINE'S</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day, to all those who are non-single.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. to single ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing to do. waiting till my parents are back and we'll go to Cineleisure for movie.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bring Mc'Donalds along but my parents are not gonna let. =(&lt;br /&gt;they said i eat too much. i might be seeing Vivian and Bryan there.&lt;br /&gt;i want Famous Amos cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like so vain. showing off my keychain. XD&lt;br /&gt;the panda and ice-cream. aww.. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i know you don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best to be the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they were not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not the best one in you.&lt;br /&gt;but you are the best one in me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-490462157762378059?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/490462157762378059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=490462157762378059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/490462157762378059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/490462157762378059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-valentines.html' title='ANOTHER VALENTINE&apos;S'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5470876536839154881</id><published>2009-02-13T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:25:18.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWISTED ARMS, PAIN WRISTS, BUT AIN'T NOBODY JUST CARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was learning one of the most basic move of break dance.&lt;br /&gt;it's called 'freeze' or 'friz'. or maybe that's how it sounded like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hard. i almost twisted my right arm. my right wrist is in deep pain.&lt;br /&gt;i went to Tif's house to practice and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Not really awesome too because Ling didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the great mood lately. cos of none reasons. yeah, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just misunderstood something, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fed up with school and some immature and impossible thinking of my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;she thought she had swallowed a red pen. she's like really serious and asked us if we see any shape in her throat. some people can just be so impossible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was outdoors with my sister to look for Valentine's present for Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;she bought a lot. RM60+. Boyfriends.. girlfriends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also bought some Famous Amos cookies. the smell was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; bear hugging the Ferrero Rocher Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;i begged my sister for it but she said 'eew, green bear!'&lt;br /&gt;all i could do was gave up on her. sorry, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Valentine's like always do. Singleton in a singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks but i want bears and chocolates. no fair. single also can get those, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SZWQHcHFl9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/xckiZbsNLV4/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SZWQHcHFl9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/xckiZbsNLV4/s320/DSC02175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302302593778030546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a panda keychain for self as Valentine's present to solace self.&lt;br /&gt;pandas and ice-creams. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5470876536839154881?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5470876536839154881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5470876536839154881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5470876536839154881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5470876536839154881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/twisted-arms-pain-wrists-but-aint.html' title='TWISTED ARMS, PAIN WRISTS, BUT AIN&apos;T NOBODY JUST CARE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SZWQHcHFl9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/xckiZbsNLV4/s72-c/DSC02175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6106169314619768090</id><published>2009-02-12T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:02:03.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before i take any step further, i'm gonna collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know i'm complaining a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Some people would just say, that if i didn't like it in this school, why don't i just transfer? XD&lt;br /&gt;i'm forced to be here. HAHA. it's okay, anyway. i'm still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i slept late in between these few days. i can't finish up my homeworks and more homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;i have tuition classes with Rachel for a few hours. Nap. Eat. these few things.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have time to do some revision for the next week test. AGH, damn it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to go Midvalley and i can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been asked to 1 Utama during the March holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and after that, a sleepover at Kong's house. Okay, "R". =p&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously can't make it again.&lt;br /&gt;2 whole days, and i don't believe my mom's gonna let unless any of my friends went directly to her. Yeah, Dee. That's my mom. =)&lt;br /&gt;Live with the fact.&lt;br /&gt;if i really can make it to the sleepover and 1 Utama, then i might not celebrating my birthday. =)&lt;br /&gt;Mm-hmm. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;AHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 parts of hip-hop later! how am i gonna survive??&lt;br /&gt;somebody?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking 'bout my birthday, how am i gonna celebrate it?&lt;br /&gt;ideas, people, ideas is what i needed right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6106169314619768090?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6106169314619768090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6106169314619768090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6106169314619768090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6106169314619768090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/x-up.html' title='X UP'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1612437391769241540</id><published>2009-02-09T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:50:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG?</title><content type='html'>Me, Dee and Mia are having this super funny conversation right now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dee, should i post the conversation??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1612437391769241540?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1612437391769241540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1612437391769241540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1612437391769241540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1612437391769241540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/omfg.html' title='OMFG?'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-9025085522486504640</id><published>2009-02-09T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:00:31.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE BELIEVE IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How AWESOME right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I HAVEN'T FINISH MY HOMEWORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. i'll get a B or C for the test or examination or whatever you'd like to call it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usually, i would get an A or B for everything. i'm not trying to be vain or something okay?&lt;br /&gt;i'll get a C for something that i hate. Yeah, really. and i'm proud of it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to think that i am clever. Not now, i think. i'm not really good in studies. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But i DO wish for As in every subject. My hopes are quite high. =)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work harder this year.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Joanne for some tips in the subjects that i hated. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'M GONNA BE LEFT BEHIND IN MY HIP-HOP.&lt;br /&gt;i missed a class. Which means, i missed 2 parts of the dance. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Tif promised to teach me the steps but mommy don't wanna lemme go people's houses cos of the same damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to think that i'm a Malay. OMFG. really?&lt;br /&gt;just because of my dark skin. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays when people say that to me, i wouldn't pay much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Story of My Life&lt;/i&gt;, i thought, as they say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite fed up with the merit and demerit system. Ahh, like i care.&lt;br /&gt;always nagging and nagging about the demerit system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Girls, don't do this or you'll get demerit and you'll have to wash the toilet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Girls, you must get merit today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Girls.. girls.. girls.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind washing the toilet with my classmates. so what?!&lt;br /&gt;there are 40+ students washing together and you think we can't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyday, going on with the "Girls..".&lt;br /&gt;i'm numb already. i don't give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Girls.. girls.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i don't know what i want to do after i come out of school.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions, dreams.. i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;If people ask me, i would simply answer "doctor".&lt;br /&gt;i don't really wanna be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you ask me what'd i like,&lt;br /&gt;i would say 'anything'.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i'm easily impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Good, right?&lt;br /&gt;But my mom said it's not cos i can't make a decision, i don't know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;it's right too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about easily impressed, i can easily hate people too. HAH. beware!&lt;br /&gt;i can easily forgive too. if you would just make friends with me like nothing had happened. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My birthday's gonna come in many weeks. XD&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether imma celebrate this year. i hope i can. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,&lt;br /&gt;out of words now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-9025085522486504640?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9025085522486504640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=9025085522486504640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/9025085522486504640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/9025085522486504640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-believe-it.html' title='WE BELIEVE IT'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7561189474003765030</id><published>2009-02-08T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:55:16.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEETIES, LET'S HUG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you guys know,&lt;br /&gt;Dee(destiny) attended a house warming in Subang.&lt;br /&gt;(for more information, visit her blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dee invited me along! Thanks so much, honey.&lt;br /&gt;it's such a big waste that i didn't go and join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go because of some reasons or rules that my mom believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ahh.. you can't go people's houses in a 100 days if any of your relatives passed away or you'll bring other people bad luck..'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just craps that people believed in the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;like Dee said, now it's the beginning of the new era, baby! Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee was texting me the whole time during the house warming.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanks because i'm dead bored at home. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i was wondering how would it be if i were there too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucks, bad lucks, traditional rules are just craps that people created to scare themselves and other people. Sorry, but i don't believe it in the least bit. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just forced to follow. i just wish those people who believed it would go on with their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dull would it be,&lt;br /&gt;doing the same thing every year&lt;br /&gt; until you&lt;br /&gt;catch your last breath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't they heard of this before?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's a history, tomorrow's a mystery, Today's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they kept on doing the same thing, there wouldn't be a history cos it's all the same so what's so special?&lt;br /&gt;there wouldn't be any mystery cos you already know what you're gonna do next.&lt;br /&gt;am i right? Some people might think not. ignore it, just another opinion of mine.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it or HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just love to tell fake stories about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Telling it to little naive children who believed in everything. they have nothing else better to do other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once believed in all those things. but the older i get, the harder it is for me to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : i know the whole story~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7561189474003765030?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7561189474003765030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7561189474003765030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7561189474003765030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7561189474003765030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweeties-lets-hug.html' title='SWEETIES, LET&apos;S HUG!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8371972920447909561</id><published>2009-02-07T21:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:50:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNCAST, MISSING</title><content type='html'>it's like ages since i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been absent from school for 2 days. my granddad just passed away, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;he got stroke. it all happened in a sudden. he was walking and one second, he fell and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;then got stroke. the left or right side of him can't move. he can't do anything except for breathing and moving his fingers. at first, i didn't care much, just felt sad for him and my grandmom. we just stayed a night there and went back in the morning. after a few weeks, we got a call. i didn't know what was it. i was on the floor. then dad sat on the chair beside me and said in mandarin like we always do 'grandpa is dead'. i was dead shocked. dad seemed cool about it but i know he was depressed deep down inside. i was sad but didn't cry and was wondering why. then we packed our things and hurried back to Ipoh at 11pm+. we reached at 12-1pm+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the gate and saw the coffin, everything set grandly. i saw some of my relatives folding special papers to be burned during the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;we're told to kneeled inside instead of walking. kneeled and then do the praying things. still, i did not cry. then, i saw the coffin, half opened.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't went and look at it cos i scared i would cry. i didn't want to cry. i told myself that i can't cry. i should be strong. i sat on a chair and watched my brother kneeling in.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, my grandmom went in the living room. my dad followed. i turned back to look in through the window. my dad speaked a little hakka and my grandmom immediately cried, and her crying was a little like laughing. it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was beside the coffin, burning some papers, which is 'money'.&lt;br /&gt;then i heard a very very very sad and loud crying. it was a woman, crying out 'ah ba' sadly.&lt;br /&gt;my brother said that it was my aunty(my granddad's niece). it's only her uncle. she cried till like it was her dad who's passed away. i'm sorry. her crying almost made my elder sister, Vivian, cried too. yeah, she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed up until 3.40am and then only went resting. i just can't have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;who can? good night's sleep when your granddad had just passed away? not me.&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, we woke up and had our last shower of the day and the following.&lt;br /&gt;the funeral starts at 3pm. sorry but chinese funeral is like a bit weird or something? too many things to do. then, these people who we hired to prepare the whole funeral was singing hakka words and things. i remembered that they sang our names into a song. i don't really understand hakka. just a lil. Through the whole song, i only heard my mom's name. yeah, i know i sucked at listening to languages that i don't understand. i really wished i could understand, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funeral went on and some parts made me laugh. not just me. some of my cousins and my siblings too. and fyi, we stayed up till 3am. why does it always have to be in the midnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme just skip, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day of the funeral. morning. we walked around the coffin and throwing papers into a pot with fire. after that, we were to take our last look of my granddad and walked the way for like half a km and then go up a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we queued in a line and took turns to look at my grandad. one last look. my grandad's niece can't help but went crying again. it was my turn and i look for less than 2 seconds and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;i just took a step forward. and in a second, i felt like turning back and look again longer.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i missed him so much. tears started to fill my eyes as i walked out the gate.&lt;br /&gt;then, i saw tears sprang down my mom's face. my grandmom started to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;i tossed up my head to not let the tears fall. i was repeating 'don't cry, michelle' in my head.&lt;br /&gt;then i took the handkerchief that the people gave me and pretending to wipe my sweat.&lt;br /&gt;i was wiping away my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, we went back inside the living room. my grandmom started crying and kept saying some things in hakka. i don't understand but everyone was crying along except for my brother and some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went to a place, quite far away from my grandmom's house. we went there to burn my granddad's body. then, i saw them inserting the coffin into some machine. everyone was talking and listening to the guy that was in charge of the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;it's only me and my dad that were looking when the coffin slowly goes in. i really missed him. i'm sure dad too, as he was looking longer than i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back home just now, we were chatting in the car.&lt;br /&gt;i finally know the reason why my granddad's niece(aunty), cried till so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my aunty was young, her dad passed away. he was working and accidentally fell into some machine that sucked water strongly. he was sucked into it too.&lt;br /&gt;and when they finally saved him, only the top part of his body was left. which means, no chance he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;my aunty and her 5 siblings with their mother were very poor. they don't even have money to eat and study. their news were on the paper, wishing for people to donate. not much donation, though. cos the economy at that time wasn't really good.&lt;br /&gt;and they lived like that for some years.&lt;br /&gt;so, sinced she lost her dad, she took my granddad like her dad. and she's really close with him.&lt;br /&gt;Losing another second dad would be totally sad and depressing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also found out what grandmom said when she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was saying that what granddad did when he was alive.&lt;br /&gt;he did the house chores and cooked rice. she only know how to cook the food.&lt;br /&gt;and she said that she might even forget to cook rice and directly went and cook the food.&lt;br /&gt;she said it would be hard without my granddad. the spoons, plates and bowls were arranged by my granddad and she doesn't even know where are they.&lt;br /&gt;my mom cried too when she was lookin for rubber bands because she can't find them.&lt;br /&gt;usually, my mom would ask my granddad if there's anything she wanted to look for.&lt;br /&gt;now, she would have to look everything for herself cos my grandmom don't know too.&lt;br /&gt;when my mom told this, i cried. it's too late for me to regret for not caring. i finally care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when everything was over, i saw my granddad's picture on the table when they were cleaning up. Vivian saw too, and said that, in this picture, grandpa looks kind and friendly. i agreed and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8371972920447909561?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8371972920447909561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8371972920447909561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8371972920447909561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8371972920447909561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing.html' title='DOWNCAST, MISSING'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6457504526615321126</id><published>2009-01-29T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:54:57.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPOH - KL</title><content type='html'>Heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just reached home from Ipoh. I got RM100+ for my ang pau money. Will get RM200++ soon.. XD&lt;br /&gt;CNY was okay just because Elaine and her family were there and free Wi-fi in Petronas.&lt;br /&gt;Home is still the best. Can do anything i want. No rules, no traditional stuffs to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of CNY was shit. Need to follow stupid, traditional rules which the Chinese created. They just believed it and forced everyone to follow. Can't eat meat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't wash your hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;can't wash my hair is the worst. those people who created this must be very dirty.&lt;br /&gt;They said if you wash, then you'll wash the luck away. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I say, if you don't wash, then all the dirt and unlucky things will stick on you!&lt;br /&gt;Can't eat this, can't eat that.. it's just food. so what?&lt;br /&gt;If the world is out of food except for meat, you sure you don't wanna eat?&lt;br /&gt;Eating veges is already boring but eating the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; veges for 3 times in a day is like wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Elaine. she bought us a lotta cookies and stuff. i love her children.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin, Kemon and Kowaii. they're so cute! =3&lt;br /&gt;Kowaii is 22 months old. Whenever i wave at her, she would wave back at me.&lt;br /&gt;i took many pictures of her.. HAHA. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Kemon is 3 or 4 years old, i think. he's cute but i dunno why he screamed when i watched at him playing last night. he was playing with me for the past few days~  =D&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know how to wear shoes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Left or right??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin! the oldest. 8 years old. he was taking my pictures and he doesn't let me take his pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Notty, notty. he's very kind and good though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i wanna go 1 Utama with Des, Tif and Adlyn. I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6457504526615321126?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6457504526615321126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6457504526615321126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6457504526615321126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6457504526615321126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/ipoh-kl.html' title='IPOH - KL'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8564339620978520340</id><published>2009-01-27T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:39:03.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY2</title><content type='html'>Guess what?? i'm onlining in Petronas. Petrol station. how awesome is that??&lt;br /&gt;i'm in Ipoh ley. u can't find it in KL. i find Ipoh very lame sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;now it's okayy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back on Wednesday.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy Moo Moo Year~ !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8564339620978520340?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8564339620978520340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8564339620978520340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8564339620978520340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8564339620978520340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny2.html' title='CNY2'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-499825438270366240</id><published>2009-01-25T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:01:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CNY</title><content type='html'>Happy chinese new year to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;have fun and don't miss school, kay?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be off to Ipoh tonight. i mean, i'll reach there in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;so, 4 or 5am and here we go!&lt;br /&gt;so damn bored, can?&lt;br /&gt;nehh, i didn't went to work. they asked me to stay at home and pack stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Woots, Des! Maybe i can follow you guys to 1 Utama. isn't that awesome?&lt;br /&gt;i'm over excited here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite lucky cos i can shop with my friends and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;like my elder sister and brother, they only can go out when they reached 15.&lt;br /&gt;cos my mom's open-minded now. she's definitely not a traditional mom. except for those praying things. she believes in "feng shui". i believe just a lil' bit.&lt;br /&gt;cos the things my mom did to our house according to "feng shui" actually works.&lt;br /&gt;YAY, mom. keep doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it will be boring and hot in Ipoh. i'd rather stay in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i still can't believe you just said that to her.&lt;br /&gt;the older i get, the plainer i get to see.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-499825438270366240?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/499825438270366240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=499825438270366240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/499825438270366240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/499825438270366240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='HAPPY CNY'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-22053484376547657</id><published>2009-01-24T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:49:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not take breakfast and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;hungry me.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my sister is now going to buy me some late lunch. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mee Goreng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me hungrier thinking about it. YEAH. my laptop is gonna come with me to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna online at my grandmother's house. there doesn't have Wi-fi or internet.&lt;br /&gt;Will online in Old Town Coffee. woots! Coffee and computer.&lt;br /&gt;well, not actually. i usually will drink Lemon Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New clothes, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hot here. i hate hot weathers. sucks. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-22053484376547657?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/22053484376547657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=22053484376547657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/22053484376547657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/22053484376547657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/hungries.html' title='HUNGRIES'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-3647609810573812039</id><published>2009-01-24T11:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:42:57.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDRED TIME</title><content type='html'>spot my post title??&lt;br /&gt;those of you who listen to Linkin Park's songs might know.&lt;br /&gt;Bleed it Out. Wooh! i love that song. used to sing it with my sisters. =)&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice to sing. my favorite part is the first line. ( my post title )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Linkin Park's songs too. Some, not all. Like Numb, In the End, From the Inside, Crawling, Faint. Numb and Faint are the best!!! Vivian, my sister who doesn't like Linkin Park at all also sang along with that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember we sang Faint in Red Box. the very first time i went there.&lt;br /&gt;the second time, in Red Box Plus, we sang that again.&lt;br /&gt;the third time, in Neway, we sang that song again.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to a big fan of Linkin Park in my house for selecting that song. =D&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't feel the way i did before Don't turn your back on me, i won't be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn your back on me, i won't be ignored&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate Linkin Park's songs. i thought that they're very irritating and hurt my ears.&lt;br /&gt;but the longer it gets, the nicer the songs are to me. they ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--it's recommended =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-3647609810573812039?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3647609810573812039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=3647609810573812039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3647609810573812039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/3647609810573812039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-go-for-hundred-time.html' title='HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDRED TIME'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1931277056384634839</id><published>2009-01-23T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:13:07.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XDO A-LIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOOOOH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing Club Penguin. they've got a new game! something like XDO.&lt;br /&gt;haha. quite fun~&lt;br /&gt;( i know i'm childish. so what? XD )&lt;br /&gt;come and play with me neh.. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wooots! i got 100+ combos~&lt;br /&gt;awesomee!!!  *dances around happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped playing adee. Feeding my hungry puffles. I'm so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;i got a red one and a blue one. the blue one is better cos it's not as naughty as the red one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm happy like this, i would laugh like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm pissed, then you will have to suffer! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;BEWARE&lt;/span&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Loves = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jing Lun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;french fries&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pepsi Twist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Club Penguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1931277056384634839?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1931277056384634839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1931277056384634839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1931277056384634839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1931277056384634839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/woooooh-im-playing-club-penguin.html' title='XDO A-LIKE'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8742970092674872211</id><published>2009-01-23T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:46:29.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T TELL ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally. No more school for 9 or 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;how awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm not sure if i can still stand this. it might be easy to the others but i'm exhausted. really.&lt;br /&gt;every weekdays. especially Thursday. School in the morning, staying back after school. reached home and shower. after shower, do house chores. then, time for dinner. later, hip-hop class. came back to shower. did homework till late night. then, need to wake up early again the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My eye bags are getting darker and heavier. i look like as if i'm acting in some horror movies to scare children away. i look like a corpse. i'm looking dead. AGH. this is so hateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip-hop was awesome last night. except for TOO MUCH moves. cause we only had 3 classes for this month so we need to learn it all once. 3 PARTS. which means 24 steps and more. before our class started, we saw Vivian learning break dance. woots! so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the steps but kept forgetting them when i dance.&lt;br /&gt;Tif asked me to practice at her house. Hmf. gotta think 'bout it first. =)&lt;br /&gt;if i go, I ALSO CAN GET "ANG PAU". =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;THANKS, Mashimaro~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For the CNY card. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;IT'S SOOO cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehemm, Mashimaro, i can't give you "ang pau".. i'm not married yet. XD too bad for you, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to Ipoh on Saturday midnight. which means, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I WANNA GO UNCLE RONNIE'S HOUSE! he's having an open-house party for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;if i go, i can chit-chat, EAT, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;get RM100 "ang pau" money&lt;/span&gt;. woots. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting.. i'm going on Sunday and returning on Monday. YAY. gonna buy Jing's Note! =D&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad's gonna freak out if they know i buy Jing's Note. cos i'm gonna buy the DVD version, which is much more expensive. gahh, never mind. i'll hide it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is killing me. copy notes, copy notes.. what's the point of it? it's in the text book so why waste time copying it down again? even Mr. Chan, my tutor said that copying notes is rubbish. he's a uni professor and teacher. i agree with him, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Geography is the same. BOREDOM. i didn't finish the work because Pn. Thilaga asked me to meet her in 1R. ( cos i'm the AJK for Seni )&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me a sheet of Pink Panther 2 coloring contest form. Only open to age 7-12 years old. when i gave out the forms, my classmates kept asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ini buka untuk 7 sampai 12 tahun sajalah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kamu belum 13 tahun lagi kan? Birthday kamu pun belum sampai lagi.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When do we need to pass up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not compulsory. Try to check the closing date and you'll know when."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, what's this paper for??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( read it, dummy XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Coloring contest. Feel free to join if you're not 13 yet. Can give them to your younger brothers or sisters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can i take one more? i want to give to my brother to color."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okayy. Only take if you're taking part. Don't simply take."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ignores me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Saya nak dua lagi. Nak bagi kat -- dan --."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gives*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*realized that i had already gave everyone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*angry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i haven't take dinner yet. =(&lt;br /&gt;hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8742970092674872211?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8742970092674872211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8742970092674872211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8742970092674872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8742970092674872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-tell-me.html' title='DON&apos;T TELL ME'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1288556929202577042</id><published>2009-01-21T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:05:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT FALL DOWN</title><content type='html'>Here comes the rain~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for it to come for ages. the sky is dark and everything is fine except for motorcyclists who can't go home. poor you. =(&lt;br /&gt;i love the rain but i don't think the rain loves me.&lt;br /&gt;i want it to come in the morning but it always end up coming at night, the time that i'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to the rain, for coming earlier today. i love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a child. easily impressed. easily gets angry.&lt;br /&gt;when my friends walk past my class, like today, I WAVED MADLY AT THEM. with a super wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really gotta go this time. gotta get ready..&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1288556929202577042?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1288556929202577042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1288556929202577042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1288556929202577042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1288556929202577042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-fall-down.html' title='LET IT FALL DOWN'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8501614709057554486</id><published>2009-01-21T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:23:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA~</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tuition class later. Maths will be very boring cos it's not my favorite subject. +__+&lt;br /&gt;Science would be fun cos Mr. Chan will joke a lot!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go make some Maggie for my dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8501614709057554486?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8501614709057554486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8501614709057554486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8501614709057554486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8501614709057554486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalala.html' title='LALALA~'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5210238936678185474</id><published>2009-01-21T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:54:24.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSERS. UGH</title><content type='html'>Pretending is sick. Posing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate posers and people who likes to show-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;what's the point of doing it?&lt;br /&gt;kept pretending and posing. so sick. like anybody actually cares about it.&lt;br /&gt;if it's real, just admit it. no one's gonna blame you or something.&lt;br /&gt;don't ever show off in front of me. like i give a damn?&lt;br /&gt;can't you just keep it to yourself? we did not even asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's your life and you don't need to show it to everyone like making a police report.&lt;br /&gt;showing off how good you are or what you got there behind you.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not good enough but at least i don't show-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5210238936678185474?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5210238936678185474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5210238936678185474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5210238936678185474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5210238936678185474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/posers-ugh.html' title='POSERS. UGH'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-577248769696927304</id><published>2009-01-21T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:38:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last post, and also my personal message in MSN yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GO AWAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and your tissue friends. Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then.. ( in MSN )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(R)  a r y a n a  , said:&lt;br /&gt;hey, your pm is a song right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;huh? song? haha. silly Rya. got song like that? actually, i've never heard any song like that before. well, maybe she does. XD&lt;br /&gt;then we chatted till she offline and went to do her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School was full of laughter today. haha. Cos i chatted awhile with Amelia when Maths lesson is going on. when the teacher and students were writing their answers on the board. it's boring cos they took a long time to write out. Pava kept arranging our stuffs on our desks.&lt;br /&gt;then Pava asked Amelia why does she wanna buy that pencil.. ( dunno what pencil is that )&lt;br /&gt;Amelia was like, "Huh?" then she told me it's none of her business. like so busybody.&lt;br /&gt;and then Pava crapped and Amelia needed to face her again and smile like she's really interested. which set me laughing behind them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't quit my job. not job. AJK for Seni. teacher was so busy and i'd forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Hmf. it's not so bad after all.. not as hard as it seems to me at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just keep doing it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is damn boring. sometimes, i don't understand why we should study History.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;people should look forward, not backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're stuck in yesterdays.. how can you possibly go on with your life??&lt;br /&gt;@__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm just so useless and stubborn sometimes. not that i'm all stubborn. i do change.&lt;br /&gt;just that i don't like people nagging at me. the words are killing me.  when people nag at me, i'll put on my headset and played songs in my ears. i'll turn it on as loud as i could so that the sound of the naggings would fade. i don't choose the songs. i'll just select blindly. it's not the song. i just don't want to hear the naggings. thinking back, i regreted. they're just doing it for my own good. and me, not listening to them. sometimes, it is just better to kill myself rather than being so selfish and stubborn. i just can't help it. i just don't wanna hear a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-577248769696927304?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/577248769696927304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=577248769696927304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/577248769696927304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/577248769696927304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-am.html' title='YES, I AM'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-6236187017750334620</id><published>2009-01-20T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:04:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 PARTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 part of me felt so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Another part of me felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cause we're not going to stay at Royal Bintang Hotel at The Curve anymore.&lt;br /&gt;put the blame on Vivian's college. Her whole week is holiday except for Friday only!&lt;br /&gt;Which is the day that we're going to The Curve. what kind of arrangement is this?&lt;br /&gt;this is already the 3rd time, damn.&lt;br /&gt;i begged mom to ask Vivian to skip school but Vivian don't want. wth. cos her boyfriend is going also. Fine, then. we can go ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;i told mommy that Vivian can go after school and come join us, but mommy don't want.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like banging or throwing something. now, we're only going to Genting Highlands. and i can't buy any novels or books. +__+&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you think i'm selfish or what. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CNY. like so what. need to pray and stuff. LOL. so sick, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;-i wonder if it's you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-6236187017750334620?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6236187017750334620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=6236187017750334620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6236187017750334620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/6236187017750334620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-parts.html' title='2 PARTS'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-5404565920327802142</id><published>2009-01-20T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:56:46.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE SO SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm finally back from school.&lt;br /&gt;i got the DVD already. Thanks, Des!&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My classmate is sooo disgusting. i can't stand her. She was okay on the first few days at school. But the longer it gets, the more disgusting she becomes. and hateful, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stand her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;why do i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-Asked me the date for today. for 4 times in total! i was the one who asked her the date first, then she asked me back again. and then kept asking. Are you really forgetful or what?? Because i didn't have so much time to answer you. -Went and bent my ruler. almost break it. i asked her why, and she said, "Simply". WTH?! then i kept it back. and she asked me, "You angry ah?" YOU WANT ME TO KILL YOU IS IT? -Took over my desk. half of my desk is already hers. and kept throwing her stuffs on my desk. Can't she just put her stuffs into her drawer or bag or something? Bring a bigger bag, then. ( she brings sling bag ) -Crapping. crapping 'bout stuffs which i don't know and don't understand whenever i'm doing my homework. i don't really care. talk about it some other time, okay? -Asking stuffs that she already know and things that doesn't make sense. Like,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Twilight need to take 3 or 4 years to read?&lt;/span&gt; WTF. all you want. i'm speechless over here. i recommend you go ask your mother. -Kept shaking her legs, which will kick my chair. Shake, shake, shake. can't see that i'm writing is it? -Borrow my things in a rude way. And without a "thanks" or something. Not even a smile, i tell you. i'm not gonna borrow you anymore! not even in your dreams! -Disgusting and Dirty. After sneezing, she threw the tissues into her desk and on the floor. Eeeeeew! Go get some cleanliness lesson! -Busybody and peeking at personal stuffs that i'm doing. Mind your own business, can't you? i'm gonna poke your eyes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even a chinese girl in front of me thinks that she's hateful.&lt;br /&gt;she even finds used tissues under her chair, which came from the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teacher, can i change my seat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;You and your tissue friends. GO.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-5404565920327802142?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5404565920327802142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=5404565920327802142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5404565920327802142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/5404565920327802142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-so-sick.html' title='YOU&apos;RE SO SICK'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-8358943231789321406</id><published>2009-01-18T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:01:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE YOU!</title><content type='html'>Mom and dad just reached KL from Port Dickson.&lt;br /&gt;they went and did some work there. i wanna go too!&lt;br /&gt;they're now at the night market, buying food for us.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i like food at the night market.&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's many kinds that you can choose.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;and i know i'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i really am.&lt;br /&gt;it's something i can't hide.&lt;br /&gt;BOO. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i better offline now or i'll get scolded by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, not You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-8358943231789321406?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8358943231789321406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=8358943231789321406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8358943231789321406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/8358943231789321406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/hate-you.html' title='HATE YOU!'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-1232463358051525073</id><published>2009-01-18T16:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:07:30.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUG ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sde98G6bc5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/DKCeGQsN0yM/s1600-h/bugggg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sde98G6bc5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/DKCeGQsN0yM/s320/bugggg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320930325107012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh.. i had fun drinking Pepsi Twist. It's gonna rain now, and i can't wait! i used a cup, with a "CAPPUCCINO" word written on it. i want my name on the cup. that would be awesomee! =3&lt;br /&gt;Look at the bug on the right..&lt;br /&gt;cute eh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you didn't spot a police car behind there. and also a traffic light. =)  i took this when my sister was driving just now. i love the buggie!&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought it for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;her clothes are now all scattered on the floor. which would make mom angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna print some lyrics but the printer is out of ink. &gt;__&lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt; i haven't done my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;guess what?&lt;/span&gt; i haven't finish reading Twilight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duhh. i guess i have to return it before i finish. bye, Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm gonna miss you.&lt;/s&gt;  duh, do i have to?? @__@&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a while since i buy a new book. i want novels on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;books addict. i'm a bookworm too. just that i only read novels and stuff. i don't like facts.&lt;br /&gt;Horror is also my favourite. Horror romance would be awesome. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get more books when going to The Curve. have some popcorn movies at Cineleisure and a bite at Pizza Hut. but i don't see any Pizza Hut there. have to get out and go to Tesco. =(&lt;br /&gt;that would waste time.. no pizza, then. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RENEWED MY CUPBOARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;All new clothes and stuff. =D&lt;br /&gt;yay! i had more than enough now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd forgotten that i bought a few clothes so she kept on buying clothes for me until she realized that i already had more than enough. =)  She hid them in her cupboard cause she don't wanna lemme wear them before going to The Curve. but she'd forgotten. My lucky day, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go get Pepsi, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thanks for reading, blog readers.&lt;br /&gt;you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-1232463358051525073?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1232463358051525073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=1232463358051525073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1232463358051525073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/1232463358051525073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-i-havent-done-my-homework.html' title='BUG ME'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/Sde98G6bc5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/DKCeGQsN0yM/s72-c/bugggg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-7208438290921541243</id><published>2009-01-18T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:43:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC IN ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's getting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; in here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;take off&lt;/span&gt; all your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cool song eh? i always sing it whenever the weather is hot. Like now. i'm burning HOT.&lt;br /&gt;into a roasted panda. glad cause no one eats panda. XD  i hate hot weather. i want snow in Malaysia.. :(&lt;br /&gt;i just went to the shops and bought a dress for Mommy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Surprise~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's gonna love it!&lt;br /&gt;my sister, Vivian is trying on her clothes that she bought. all are pretty and cute! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pssst! i think she's posing in front of the mirror! XD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to Jing Lun's songs.. *sings along*&lt;br /&gt;another show of One Million Star tonight. i think he's out in this part. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;NO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;never mind. so what?! he's still the best. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finish my Art homework. see? i told you i'll finish it at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Lazybug! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*gets more Pepsi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-7208438290921541243?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7208438290921541243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=7208438290921541243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7208438290921541243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/7208438290921541243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-in-me.html' title='MUSIC IN ME'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082302595439165288.post-991158795523767626</id><published>2009-01-17T18:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:55:30.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUHH.</title><content type='html'>duhh.&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to go to school?&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Lim discourages me and Des to blog. don't worry, my baby blog. i would still continue on blogging. sorry, Pn. Lim. =)   if not, i wouldn't have any other places to write out my feelings. diary doesn't work. i hate to read my writings. very weird.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried before, but my mom took it and read. she told me.&lt;br /&gt;"i got read your diary. your English improve already oh. good!"&lt;br /&gt;i was like, "HUH?!"&lt;br /&gt;that was the first time i keep a diary. when i was in Std.4.&lt;br /&gt;My English improved! i'm still happy with the compliment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yay at school only for BM. cos we had a quiz instead of studying BM, the subject that i hated because i suck at it. our group lost the quiz and everyone of our members were pissed because they think that the teacher is unfair cos she let the other group answer when we're the ones who raised up our hands first. but i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, c'mon. it's just another game. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not clever in studies. i repeat. NOT. i got 5As doesn't mean i'm so perfect in studies.&lt;br /&gt;when people asked me questions, i told them i dunno. because i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;then they would so shock or something. like, "huh? so simple also you dunno?".&lt;br /&gt;hell, like you know? or maybe they would say, "dunno, dunno. what you know?".&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, SO WHAT?! i did NOT say i am clever. you people only think like that.&lt;br /&gt;If i know everything, do i have to come to school and attend tuition? try to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't make sense for me to go tuition classes and stuff if i really do know everything.&lt;br /&gt;i would've come outta school and go find a good job if i'm so damn good in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; so much to K.Sharmila for nominating me as the AJK for Seni.&lt;br /&gt;i DID NOT even ask about it. i don't even care for my Seni and i suck at it so why would i wanna be the AJK??? maybe she's just trying to get back at me for not letting her see Ling's Twilight book. i mean, IT'S NOT MINE, right? if there's any damages, who's gonna pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;Me. cos i'm the one who borrowed her the book. she's so hateful.&lt;br /&gt;so what. i'm gonna quit it on Monday when we have Seni. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Holidays are coming. gonna go The Curve and stay at Royal Bintang Hotel. Woohoooo~  will also go Genting Highlands and i'm gonna buy Jing's Note there. spend my midnight at Starbucks Coffee, chatting with my sister. =D&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go away from school lessons. woots!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa hugs from panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082302595439165288-991158795523767626?l=mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/feeds/991158795523767626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082302595439165288&amp;postID=991158795523767626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/991158795523767626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082302595439165288/posts/default/991158795523767626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mchll-simplestarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/duhh.html' title='DUHH.'/><author><name>M I S H E R U</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492621225342434696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyzIQ97Lm1w/SgPbZIVDkEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kfiJ11wZhco/S220/DSC03526.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
