<?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-13947265</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:15:03.884+08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Exam Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Whatever it is... I swear I didn't do it...</title><subtitle type='html'>didn't do it 6 years ago, and still haven't done it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-6776701958744820203</id><published>2009-08-12T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:56:52.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Ramblings'/><title type='text'>092 Week 14: Exam Week</title><content type='html'>I know it's week 14, and I have 2 exams on Friday, followed by another on Saturday, but I just got the sudden urge to resurrect this blog. It was started in 2005, and died for a little, came back in 2006 then died indefinitely. Today will be day it comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am screwed. If this exam doesn't kill me, the sugar and caffeine from Red Bull will. If that doesn't kill me, the lack of sleep and deterioration of my internal organs will. Dramatic, I know. That's me. All that dying aside, this blog has kind of mapped out the progression of my life... Lodge School, Kuching --&gt; Padworth College, Reading --&gt; (not documented but there was) London Metropolitan University, London --&gt; SEGI College, Kuching --&gt; bumming, everywhere --&gt; and now Bond University, Gold Coast. My choices (good or bad) has taken me around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-6776701958744820203?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6776701958744820203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=6776701958744820203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/6776701958744820203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/6776701958744820203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/092-week-14-exam-week.html' title='092 Week 14: Exam Week'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-116915066013089031</id><published>2007-01-20T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:53:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS... Oh MAS.... *sigh* MAS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mas.com.my"&gt;MAS&lt;/a&gt; has to be the most annoying, incompetent, haphazard, unorganized airlines to exist. It's annoying when you're travelling long distance and the last thing you expect to happen happens. My flight from KL to Heathrow was suppose to be at 11:55 pm on the 7th, so I checked in directly from Kuching and they told me to collect my KL-Heathrow ticket at the transfer counter. Unfortunately, I got jacked at the X-ray machine in Kuching and so goodbye to my phone. But then, on the plane, I met a friend that was the stewardess and I hadn't seen her for quite a number of years so it was a nice surprise. Just when I thought things were turning for the better, I reached the transfer counter in KL and the man tells me my flight is overbooked. &lt;strong&gt;OVERBOOKED&lt;/strong&gt;. How in God's name do you overbook a damn flight!?!?!? *calms down* He sends me running to the check in counters on the 3rd/4th floor, and to make matters worst, a flight from Mecca just arrived so the arrival halls were packed with Muslims families waiting to see their loved ones. Bless them, but it does get really frustrating when its packed and when there's no way I'm going to push through a whole throng of ageing/aged people. It's just not right. Bless the Pak Ciks and Mak Ciks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6409/1246/400/963044/umrah7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sigh* See the sweet Apek's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with no phone to call anyone, I'm told all of MAS' Europe bound flights are overbooked. Retards. By 11:55pm, I'm standing in front of the counters, waiting for MAS to give me money and send me to Pan Pacific, while the flight I'm suppose to be on leaves. Anyway, at the end of the night, I get free phone calls to anywhere in the world courteousy of MAS Manager on Duty, a night stay in a RM400 a night double room, a seat on the next flight and RM600. Sad la... All this cool shit and no friends to share it with. BAH... Now you see why MAS claims to lose money? On the KL-Heathrow flight alone, they had to compensate for 48 other people. Putting us on the next available flight means that another 48 people on the next Heathrow bound flight will have to be compensated. Snowball effect. Anyway, the poor man at the ticketing counter kept apologising countlessly and the worst part was it wasn't even his fault! I watched that poor man get scolded soooo many times. Seeeeeeeeee..... dah la losing money already. Haih.. Oh well, I finally got on a plane the next morning after spending a night at Pan Pacific (with no clothes because my bag was already checked in) and got to skip class the next day because I arrived late at night. *sigh* Emirates, here I come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-116915066013089031?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116915066013089031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=116915066013089031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/116915066013089031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/116915066013089031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/mas-oh-mas-sigh-mas.html' title='MAS... Oh MAS.... *sigh* MAS....'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-116914267875302948</id><published>2007-01-19T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T03:26:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and the Courageous Little Bird</title><content type='html'>I arrived back in school on the 8th of January and I've had exams from the 10th until today. Thank God it's going to end by Monday. One thing I hate about A Levels is how it's quite hard to 'tembak' what topics are coming out. Also, these angmoh people seem to love reading essays a lot. Everything seems to require writing essays. Also, I officially wasted &lt;strong&gt;90 pounds &lt;/strong&gt;to sit for the International English Language Testing System (IELTS). Apparently, it's an English test that I don't need because I got an A1 for 1119 English in SPM but I'm taking it anyway. Why not right? Make myself feel better since it's the only class where I'm better than everyone else who come from places like China, Spain, Saudi Arabia and Hong Kong, where English isn't their first language. I'm a bitch. Hehe... Oh well... I have my 1st Contract Law module tomorrow and it's a pain! Haven't really got down to finishing up studying but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its shit windy today, as in zinc-roof-flying-off windy, as in Airport-Road-jam-because-trees-tumbang windy, that kind of windy ;) . The school's smoking hut officially disintergrated. I saw a really random thing just now. This is a story of a courageous bird and how it faced the evil winds. Was standing by the school field having a smoke with everyone else when I looked up to the sky and saw this bird flying against the wind direction, looking like it was having a hard time. Then all of a sudden, a sudden gust of wind came and blew the poor bird away, into the trees, and seconds later, the bird flies out of the trees and continues his journey fighting the evil wind. The End. LOL... Yeah... That's my story. Shows you how being bored in boarding school and exams make a person. Bless the bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-116914267875302948?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116914267875302948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=116914267875302948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/116914267875302948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/116914267875302948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/exams-and-courageous-little-bird.html' title='Exams and the Courageous Little Bird'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-116906611390074268</id><published>2007-01-18T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:35:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONEY I'M HOMEeEeeee!!!</title><content type='html'>*jumps excitedly up and down* Did you miss me did you miss me did you miss me??????? *calms down* Hah.. ok. Lol... another year has passed, and it's a brand new year now. Welcome to 2007. Anyway, I know I haven't been doing anything on this blog for..... 8 months? Hehe... but anyway, it should start running again soon considering Internet back here in boarding school is settling down. So, until then, sit tight, relax and wait for me. Hehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehehehe..... IM BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-116906611390074268?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116906611390074268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=116906611390074268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/116906611390074268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/116906611390074268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/honey-im-homeeeeeee.html' title='HONEY I&apos;M HOMEeEeeee!!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-113970668246984345</id><published>2006-02-12T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T04:07:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Trip PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh... I started part 2 in Lynn's, a friend from back home, house during half term (no excitement.. it was only 5 days including Saturday and Sunday). She had got proper connection so I was trying to finish up this post. Didn't work. Hehe... Anyway, I stopped at the picture of Champs-Elysees at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2- 28th January (Part 2)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/320/Picture%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;in front of the &lt;strong&gt;Sexodrome &lt;/strong&gt;(LOL) along Pigalle Street, Paris' red-light district. Sexodrome... LOL... don't tell me it doesn't crack you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/320/Picture%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Also along Pigalle, the famous &lt;strong&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt;.... remember the Nicole Kidman/Ewan McGregor movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My friends and I were actually wondering whether we should go watch &lt;strong&gt;ABUDEN&lt;/strong&gt;, it would costs us €70, no table but standing at bar and 2 drinks. So in the end we didn't. Haih... &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, we nearlly went to a table dancing bar, but 1 of the girls with us were all so prim and proper so we didn't feel nice leaving her alone so we didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3- 29th January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sightseeing all the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&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/13947265-113970668246984345?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113970668246984345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=113970668246984345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113970668246984345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113970668246984345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/paris-trip-part-2.html' title='Paris Trip PART 2'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-113874466968787504</id><published>2006-02-01T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:13:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Trip PART 1</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey… Been back from Paris for 2 weeks already. Left for Basingstoke Station on Friday morning to catch a train to Waterloo Station in London and from there we took the Eurostar Train all the way to Paris. This is the first bloody time I’ve seen a train station without a single smoking area! The Eurostar station is just plain weird man. Anyway, too lazy to actually type so I’m just going to chuck a whole lot of pictures here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taking me forever man.... Internet connection here is literally like shit. Lags like hell and the connection is never stable. Argh.... I started this post like... 2 days after I arrived from Paris and until now I'm still not done. I'm just going to split this post into 2 parts. Easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1- 27th January 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padworth College --&gt; Basingstoke Station --&gt; Waterloo Station --&gt; Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Mimie&lt;/strong&gt; (Sabahan girl) photo whoring while waiting for everyone else to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L-R &lt;strong&gt;Lan &lt;/strong&gt;(Jap chick) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Candy &lt;/strong&gt;(HK chick) in Waterloo's Eurostar Station waiting for the damn freaking train to Paris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Check this out man... the damn Eurostar station has &lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;smoking area at all. Not a single one. BUT they're selling ciggarettes everywhere in the station. Weird shit. So anyway, a little information about this Eurostar Train thingamajig. Basically, Eurostar Trains take you to the neighbouring European countries and it goes under the English Channel if I'm not mistaken. So instead of flying, lets say if you wanted to go to Brussels or Paris from London, you can just opt to take a train instead. From London to Paris it takes about... less than 4 hours if I remembered correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Mimie &lt;/strong&gt;in the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;French Onion Soup &lt;/strong&gt;that was filled with bread and loads and loads of cheese. Better than those onion in plain water we get back in Malaysia. I know it looks like shit there but trust me... looks can be deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duck in Orange Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;! No one does it like the French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pariserve.tm.fr/English/paris/Montmartre/sacre-coeur.htm"&gt;Basilique du Sacre-Coeur&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The "&lt;strong&gt;view&lt;/strong&gt;" of Paris from the steps of the Basilique du Sacre-Coeur. It's really beautiful but it was bitch cold and it was a little foggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;and the supposed "view". Savour my face :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Day 2- 28th January 2006 (PART 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.educational-conferences.co.uk/educational-conferences.asp?url=http%3A//www.educational-conferences.co.uk/Conferences02.asp%3Fc%3D1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Future In Europe Conference @ Palais Des Congres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; Sightseeing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me &amp;&lt;strong&gt; Louisa &lt;/strong&gt;(China chick) outside the auditorium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Debate Panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Wendy &lt;/strong&gt;(Kenyan chick) inside the auditorium during the conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The whole conference group at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pariserve.tm.fr/English/paris/Champs-Elysees/arc-de-triomphe.htm"&gt;Arc de Triomphe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Arc de Triomphe &lt;/strong&gt;among trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The famous &lt;a href="http://www.pariserve.tm.fr/English/paris/champs.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champs-Elysees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20047.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20046.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With shops like Louis Vuitton, Mercedes Benz etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champs-Elysees &lt;/strong&gt;(facing the Arc De Triomphe) at night. Taken in the middle of the freaking road with crazy French drivers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, thats it for the first part. Until I find proper internet connection that doesnt get disconnected every 10 minutes and isn't so laggy, it'll probably take me another few more days to do up the Part 2. How sad is that? But for now, make do with these pictures first yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-113874466968787504?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113874466968787504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=113874466968787504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113874466968787504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113874466968787504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/paris-trip-part-1.html' title='Paris Trip PART 1'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-113831212211105456</id><published>2006-01-27T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T05:48:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeyyyyyyyyy!!</title><content type='html'>Haha.... hey everybody! It's been ages I know. I'm now in England... Or more specifically some little town called Reading. Anyway, life has been alright here but then again, there's no place like home is there? Life here is really different.... Mainly also because I've got no one here picking up after me anymore :P (yea yea yea... spoilt brat so what? Kiss my big ass). *sigh* Life can be considered easy here but not when you're behind a whole term like me. I've probably done more work in 3 weeks than I have for my whole SPM. Hehe... I bet &lt;a href="http://lilycsk.blogspot.com"&gt;Cikgu Lily&lt;/a&gt;'s probably rolling her eyes now (if she still reads this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit this, life here wasn't what I expected it to be at all but it's been fine. So much for &lt;a href="http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahh-anger-has-subsided.html"&gt;roaming the whole of London &lt;/a&gt;and everything. Apparently my &lt;a href="http://www.padworth.com"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; is smack in the middle of a freaking jungle so yeah... I've seen more sheep and horses than human and it takes at least 1/2 hour to walk from the main house to the freaking main junction. Oh well... will post up some pictures of the place and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not used to being surrounded by so much females! LOL... What more to say females from different parts of the world. There are German, Latvian, Nigerian, Kenyan, Saudi Arabian, Chinese, Japanese, British and Malaysian girls here. My room mate is a really funny combination too. She was born in Saudi Arabia, raised in Holland but now lives in Birmingham, Britain. Like woah... and she has 10 siblings all together and I thought people actually knew off contraceptives. LOL.... I shouldn't be so mean. Hehe... Anyway, picture post will be coming really soon k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing everyone back home and the way of life of home. Hehe... everyone, do keep me posted about what's going on back home. Heading for Paris tomorrow  for the weekend so there'll be even more pictures coming. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-113831212211105456?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113831212211105456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=113831212211105456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113831212211105456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113831212211105456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/heeeeyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Heeeeyyyyyyyyy!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-113363518414357998</id><published>2005-12-04T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:39:44.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly foosas...</title><content type='html'>Woopeedoo... SPM is over. Hehe.... Interesting enough, the EST paper was quite hard *shivers*. Lesson learnt, never undersestimate the Malaysian Education Board. Somehow somewhere, they will make your less feared paper, your most feared paper. Didn't make much sense to me. They ask you to write about the formation of acid rain, and yet they want you to make sure you remember to add in the effects of it. Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the 'Form 5 Graduation Night' which was held at the Casablanca Lounge, Crowne Plaza aka Riverside, on the 2nd of December. Have to admit, everyone WOW-ed me. Hehe... I didn't think everyone was going to be that serious about wearing formal clothes. Keke... But I have to admit, everyone looked really polished and well-groomed (except for the 1 or 2.. let's make it 5, that didn't bother at all {you all know who you are *grr*}). My camera is officially.. Dead so I couldn't take any pictures. Damit... oh yea, &lt;strong&gt;THOSE WHO DID SNAP AWAY HAPPILY, PLEASE SHARE YOUR PICTURES WITH ME&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll be more than willing to provide everyone with empty CDs to burn for me. Thanks a bunch. Email me or drop me a line in the comment box if you're willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm officially the &lt;strong&gt;Most Kissable Girl &lt;/strong&gt;(?) in Form 5 2005. LOL.... Go figure. Everyone seemed really sporting that night and I have to admit, Andrew did a great job mc-ing (excluding the fact that we didn't pay to see him sing). LOL... jk ler Drew. Being the girls we were, a group of us, *cough* &lt;strong&gt;Diana&lt;/strong&gt; *cough* &lt;strong&gt;Jane&lt;/strong&gt; *cough* &lt;strong&gt;Serena &lt;/strong&gt;*cough* &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte &lt;/strong&gt;*cough* were being analytical and critical about certain people that made a  fashion faux pas. But nothing malicious or bitchy, just some childlike and square comments. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my touch. I feel bored just writing all this. Help... Nomarlly, I would enjoy blogging about rubbish or random things but nowadays, I just can't find anything that I can blog on. To those who actually do read my blog *cough* &lt;strong&gt;Lionel &lt;/strong&gt;*cough* &lt;strong&gt;Cikgu Lily &lt;/strong&gt;*cough* &lt;strong&gt;Brandon &lt;/strong&gt;*cough* or anyone at all, drop me some random topics that I could talk about (which doesn't include anything to with a certain Miss Lily Chai). Hehe... I can't lose my touch. *muaks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-113363518414357998?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113363518414357998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=113363518414357998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113363518414357998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113363518414357998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/smelly-foosas.html' title='Smelly foosas...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-113067120130452228</id><published>2005-10-30T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:39:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM IS OVER.. sort of la...</title><content type='html'>Guess what guess what guess what *jumps up and down in excitement*!!! SPM is over... well, technically no, but EST shouldn't be such a big deal right? With one thing out of the way, the next thing I have to tackle is getting rid of allll my school stuff. Didn't know going to school could collect so many things over the years. The amount of books and papers are just ridiculous la. Aneeeway, in... *calculates on fingers* 2 more days, we are all EX LODGIANS. Satu pangkat higher. Hehe.. We can now go back to school and point fingers at all the other students and laugh evilly MUAHAHA. We can also teman our cikgus *wink wink* to go makan and they can't say "You got class", "You're not allowed to leave school" or something to that extend la. Teeheeheehee... &lt;strong&gt;ABUDEN&lt;/strong&gt;, see got big bold abuden, sad lor. Everyone seems to be leaving to a land far far far far away. Those who actually do visit my blog (are there?), do drop a line in the comments or tag board and let me know where you're headed to after SPM. I'm going to UK, if anyone's asking. Not like you would really care la, but won't kill to me to let you know. So yea... Anywayyy, I need to go reset my biological clock now. Hehe... Better not forget that I still have another paper left. *air kisses to everyone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a more "upbeat", "fun", "interesting", "Brandon-ny" post again soon la. Honour the Chairman's Award recipient one last time for old times sake. Keke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-113067120130452228?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113067120130452228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=113067120130452228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113067120130452228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113067120130452228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/spm-is-over-sort-of-la.html' title='SPM IS OVER.. sort of la...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-113043812950121982</id><published>2005-10-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T02:39:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BacKkKkk!!</title><content type='html'>Hrm... I guess I have disappeared for quite a while. Quick recap of what happened after mock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fucked it up :) No surprise eyy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandon is officially angry at Pizza Hut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Results for Chairman's Award is out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School mag is out too.. (yes yes I know it's been out for ages)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't been studying... *followed by some dramatic music*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, went back to school a few days ago to give Mrs. Lim the green light to send my forecast results to where I was applying and APPPAARRENNTTTLLLYY I was informed by the other school that they had not received it yet... Hrm... Slacking on the job again ey Mrs. Lim??? Hehe... and I also found out that being a student in the same school for 14 years that sucks up to the School Secretary doesn't pay off... AT ALL. Tried buttering her up that day to let me see my forecast results but she was trying to be all noble and shit and refused to, telling me that there shouldn't be a problem and the grades are mostly 1 or 2 grades higher then what I've been getting in Form 4 and 5. Bahaha... HAS SHE EVEN SEEN THE GRADES I'VE BEEN GETTING THIS 2 YEARS!? *sigh* Oh well, like they say, I'm fucked. Hehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chairman's Award.... I don't know how reliable my source is *cough Lily Chai cough* but she told me that apparently the winners are Lionel and Brandon. Congratulations! Even though I feel that there should only be 1 winner no matter what, I guess they both did deserve it. Have to admit they both are seriously talented ler. They should both get married and make smart babies. Lionel should be smart enough to create some new technology that allows men to conceive with the amount of money Brandon swindles from people. Joking ler, but seriously ler, Congratulations to the both of you, you guys deserved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh oh oh... was mondo excited to see the new school magazine ABUDEN one look and first thing that came to mind was "ST JO MAG HIA??". Sadly (LOL) it wasn't. It was just a very bad imitation of the St Jo magazine cover (no offence Morgan. I heard they altered it alot). Showed it to a few of my ex-Josephian friends and they all said the same thing. Look exactly like a St Jo magazine just different name. Haih... unoriginalnyeee. As for content, I guess it is different from the previous years. Different meaning I finished reading it in probably less than an hour. Now no more essays to copy :( Overall I would give it probably... 6.5/10? Sorry Cikgu but it wasn't as great as rumoured to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Few nights ago, Brandon msged me on MSN telling me how incompetent Pizza Hut was. First thing that ticked him off was when he told the operator he lived near the airport (they should know 082 is from Kuching), they asked whether he was in Kota Kinabalu or Sarawak. When he said Kuching, they asked Sandakan isit? To make matters worst, after clearing up the whole misunderstanding of where he was situated, which took quite a while, they told him "Sorry, we don't deliver to your area". Hahaha... damn soi hor this boy. He started complaining saying that he's seen the Pizza Hut delivery bike around his housing area a week before. He also started to complain that 30 minutes is more than enough to send a damn pizza to his house whether from the Tabuan Jaya branch of the 3rd Mile branch. Hehe.. From his house, it takes 10 minutes to get to school which means agak agak the same time to get to the Tabuan Jaya Pizza Hut and also 10 minutes to get to 3rd Mile, so even during jams, it should take about 20 minutes tops. So in the end, he asked me to flame Pizza Hut in my blog and talk about their inefficiency and their stupidity. Lol... damn kolien. If he called me, I would have taken him out to eat at Pizza Hut which would have taken 15 minutes max. LOL... For Brandon, I literally 'flamed' Pizza Hut. Looks kinda tacky caused I did it half arsedly. Getting a little lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/HUTecard1_480x3601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I flamed it just for ya Brandon. Try McDonald's next time. *sings* 1300 13 1300 McDelivery. Can't come to them, they'll come to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPM is round the corner... Tralalalala.... and what am I doing? Trying to 'burn' Pizza Hut, waking up early to go for breakfasts, napping, playing futsal and badminton... ANYTHING but study. I'm doomeedd... Oh yea, speaking of Doom, I want to go watch Doom when it comes out. Or is it out already? Somebody shoot me please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-113043812950121982?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113043812950121982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=113043812950121982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113043812950121982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/113043812950121982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-backkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m BacKkKkk!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112730890055345567</id><published>2005-09-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:22:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOCK IS OVER... And the big deal is?</title><content type='html'>Mock is officially over (don't asked... it's fucked) but doesn't seem to make much difference, only this time, we don't get to go home early.. Damn... Ah well, same shit different day. At last I can get my UNINTERRUPTED sleep. The past few days, my frolicking in Dreamland always gets cut short by a phone call from Michi or Brandon. And when I'm about to literally eat them up alive through the phone for waking me up, I remember that it was me who requested for wake up calls from them. *sigh* Useless also! Waste of perfectly good sleeping time. If I knew that my results were going to be shit anyway, I might as well just sleep hor. Haih... Ah well, tomorrow's going to be hell of a long day. I can just predict what's going to happen and I can tell you, it's not going to be good. Nothing good ever happens after exams. I'm going to get fucked so badly that I'll have to walk with my legs a metre apart or worst, not be able to walk at all! *gasp* I'm methaphorically speaking. I'm not really going to get fucked/sexed (is it possible to use this word in the context? *shrug*) by teachers la........................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope&lt;/strong&gt; *shivers at the thought of literally getting fucked by teachers*. Disgusting la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112730890055345567?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112730890055345567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112730890055345567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112730890055345567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112730890055345567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/mock-is-over-and-big-deal-is.html' title='MOCK IS OVER... And the big deal is?'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112662336846426263</id><published>2005-09-13T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:56:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Those Who Didn't Get My Joke... a.k.a. Kun and Boogielun</title><content type='html'>Haih... Well... everyone expects rappers to be &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;, but who would know the world's best selling and famous rapper would be white (EMINEM). On the other hand, golf has always been known as a white man's game and who's the best golfer people know? It's a black man (TIGER WOODS). So there you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112662336846426263?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112662336846426263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112662336846426263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112662336846426263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112662336846426263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-those-who-didnt-get-my-joke-aka-kun.html' title='To Those Who Didn&apos;t Get My Joke... a.k.a. Kun and Boogielun'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112653778456917511</id><published>2005-09-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:09:44.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL DISASTER... BRANDON IS DEPRESSED... LOL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Woe betide; Woe is me, I am woe. Alas, that one so great and mighty should end up like this." - Brandon, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is officially crazy. The world's best rapper is white, and the world's best golfer is black, and the "world's" best student is giving up (or so he says). Brandon Sia has officially gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/bransad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;List of people he has let down... it includes his &lt;strong&gt;fans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/bransad1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kolien this boy... he's so worried the next time GLee talks about his report card, it won't be a straight line of A1s and A2s. The line down is going to be crooked now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oi... all of you go comfort him la. He needs more people to tell him he's the best *gag*, he's sooo smart *gag* and his results are going to be great *gag*. I'm bored. Humour me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112653778456917511?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112653778456917511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112653778456917511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112653778456917511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112653778456917511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/national-disaster-brandon-is-depressed.html' title='NATIONAL DISASTER... BRANDON IS DEPRESSED... LOL...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112637530148389505</id><published>2005-09-11T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:01:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Farted... LOL...</title><content type='html'>LOL.... something funny happened just now. I don't know if it's just me (I'm easily amused) but I found it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... I just got home so I went to the TV room to look for my dad, and as usual he was planted on the lazy chair watching football and trying not to fall asleep. So I lay down on the couch next to my dog, Kobert and started rubbing his tummy. All of a sudden I heard "&lt;strong&gt;Pooottt... Pffff&lt;/strong&gt;" and I literally jumped off the couch. I looked at my dad and he shrugged and said it wasn't him. I looked at Kobert and I caught a whiff of something and then it struck me.&lt;strong&gt; MY DOG JUST FARTED&lt;/strong&gt;. I turned to him and while laughing, I started calling him names like &lt;em&gt;Sicko, Farter &lt;/em&gt;and kept poking him and lazily, Kobert looked at me and if you look properly, there was definitely mockery in his eyes (yea yea, I'm crazy, I talk to my dogs, is there a problem? screw you and have a nice day). Evil dog... but nonetheless, cracked me up real good. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28208%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112637530148389505?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112637530148389505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112637530148389505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112637530148389505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112637530148389505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-dog-farted-lol.html' title='My Dog Farted... LOL...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112611040638315365</id><published>2005-09-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:30:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH....</title><content type='html'>Hurrumph... my blog's a little screwed up now ler. How how how do I keep my previous posts from splitting up!?! Anyone that can figure that out for me, leave a comment or something k?! I got a strong feeling that it's going to be Kun. Hehe... Oh yea, Kun, I changed my skin back because the last one was too dark and the fonts were shit small. All this HTML rubbish is giving me a headache... *grumble grumble* Also, I'll re-link everyone. So much hard work *BaRgggHHhH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED &lt;/strong&gt;16 only&lt;strong&gt; BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;ANDREW LEONG KAI SOMETHING @ ANDELU @ BIG HEAD @ NOISY AND IRRITATING @ BIG NOSE... LITERALLY @ LITTLE BOY @ HUNNY&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL.. just trying to annoy him. *HUGS* All the best sweety pies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112611040638315365?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112611040638315365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112611040638315365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112611040638315365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112611040638315365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/argh.html' title='ARGH....'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112504418200047120</id><published>2005-09-07T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:23:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday (yea yea... I know... si ai bin la, thick skin yadi yadi yada...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I haven't been blogging for ages so I just want to apologize for that (especially to Brandon, who I bet has lost his purpose of going online). Hehe... Anyway, today is a special day, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND NOTHING YOU SAY IS GOING TO RUIN IT. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to say a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE, GARGANTUAN, BIG, SIZE OF ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(like I said, nothing's going to ruin my day, so what if I'm big, fat, plump, chubby, obese, huge etc etc... at least I'm happy ((((:), THANK YOU to everyone, and I will actually name you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly, for the birthday SMSs, &lt;strong&gt;Prisca&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tingang&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ben Law&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Julie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cikgu Lily Chai @ Gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Lily&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jon Pau&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kenny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hanna&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Macha&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Owen&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Diananasaur&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Davin&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Serena&lt;/strong&gt;. If I've forgotten to add you in, so so so so so sorry and tell me k? Hehe.. *HUGS* to everyoneeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Secondly, those who msged me online, &lt;strong&gt;Huiz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Vicky&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Chris Chien&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ying&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jiat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cherie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Bryan @ Boogielun&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Andrew @ Andelu&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Karen, Justin the Dustbin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jilin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sime&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gazza&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Angie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Desmonk&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Lik Hui with his super cool design&lt;/strong&gt;. Again, if I've forgotten all about you, super sorry. *HUG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For phone calls, &lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jackee&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Chien&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yangers&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Michi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Brandon Sia Ka Poh (amazing, simply amazing)&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tajangjingjangjang &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehe... Thanks to all of you, and yes again, if I forgot all about you, so sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those who sent me testismonials, &lt;strong&gt;Davin &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Sean Wong @ Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;, and messaged me on friendster, &lt;strong&gt;Sashi &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks to you people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those that gave me birthday hugs.. LOL... Vicky, Nana, Davin, Mich, Chien, Shin, Louis, Ray, Tingang, Owen CJ, Julie, Sally, Dennis, Kenny, Albert, Grace, Owen, Grace, Ronny, Hansen, and Yangers and Daniel. I had a great time ;)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There you go, a list of people to thank! I'm sure 90% if these people don't read my blog, but oh well... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anywayyyyy... PRESENTS. LOL... Who in this world &lt;strong&gt;DOESN'T &lt;/strong&gt;love presents? I know I do. Hahahaha... I tell you, if someone asks you what you want for your birthday or any other day, and you say something along the lines of, &lt;em&gt;No la... no need&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;It's ok ler&lt;/em&gt;, or even &lt;em&gt;all I want is your friendship/love/company etc &lt;/em&gt;(Mich, Diana, Sere, doesn't this sound familiar??? *wink*), you are officially a &lt;strong&gt;LIAR&lt;/strong&gt;! WHO IN THEIR RIGHT STATE OF MIND DOESN'T WANT PRESENTS? LOL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These are the few presents I got. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28219%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to Louis, Chien, Shin, Grace, Owen and Hua Wee for this! Haha... you have no idea how I least expected to receive this. I like it :) thanks to you guys again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28220%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And a &lt;strong&gt;nice &lt;/strong&gt;potrait of me, courtesy of Louis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28221%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Books books books! Hehe... from Vicky, Ray and Taj. Thanks people! Yes, I have and addiction with Spongebob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28222%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. CD from Mich! Thanks babe... You know I love it. Hehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28223%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but not least, a card from Kenny, Albert and Daniel!! There's a badge for em to cut out and stick on me and on the other side of the badge, it says sthin like 'Dear Mr Taxi man please take me to&lt;u&gt; insert destination here &lt;/u&gt;) Hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For my birthday, just had dinner at Jumbo Seafood @ RH Plaza, behind Little Saigon, and headed to Atlantis after that for karaoke. Hehe... seemed like everyone had a blast! Well, it's way pass 12 already which means &lt;strong&gt;SOPHIA'S DAY &lt;/strong&gt;is over therefore ending all the special treatment and all attention on me. Hehe... *sigh* feels great to have one day where everything is about you you and only you doesn't it? Hehe... 365 days to go to my next birthday! LOL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At last, thanks to all of you for tonight, you know who you are. Hope dinner was good. Special thanks to Vicky, Nana, Yangers and Daniel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LOVE ALL OF YOUUUUUU!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112504418200047120?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112504418200047120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112504418200047120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112504418200047120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112504418200047120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-my-birthday-yea-yea-i-know-si-ai.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday (yea yea... I know... si ai bin la, thick skin yadi yadi yada...)'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112428315313683699</id><published>2005-08-17T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:52:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Beng Blogs... LOL</title><content type='html'>Was reading &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia's&lt;/a&gt; blog and found his super duper cool English-Benglish Translator. So I typed my blog address in and the results were hilarious! Check it out &lt;a href="http://benglish.kennysia.com/?add=http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Read the post about Brandon. It's freaking funny. You'll get things like 'Soon, the cheebye kia will move on to ruling the world. Hehe...' and try reading &lt;a href="http://benglish.kennysia.com/?add=http://lilycsk.blogspot.com"&gt;Cikgu Lily's&lt;/a&gt; blog in Ah Beng style. She calls her students chee bye kias and ah bengs. LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112428315313683699?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112428315313683699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112428315313683699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112428315313683699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112428315313683699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-beng-blogs-lol.html' title='Ah Beng Blogs... LOL'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112395439869001073</id><published>2005-08-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:33:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POS MALAYSIA BOLEH, MALAYSIA PUN BOLEH</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.pos.com.my"&gt;Pos Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;'s website to check the whereabouts of my registered mail (*in a bimbo-tic bitchy tone* all thanks to technology dahlink) and apparently i keyed in the wrong reference number and I was greeted with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOUR REFERENCE NUMBER &lt;u&gt;IS NOT EXISTED&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You damn right there's a &lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;at the back of that freaking sentence. Jeez. *in Ah Lian tone* Is no make my sense for me la!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;strong&gt;?!??!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;after I read it. &lt;strong&gt;Reference number is not existed&lt;/strong&gt;? Whh-aa-at? Anyway, let me tell you a little bit about Pos Malaysia (taken from their site).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"The corporatisation Pos Malaysia Berhad on 1st January 1992 is yet another milestone in the successful implementation of the privatisation policy of the Goverment. While the privatisation policy has various objectives, the corporatisation of Pos Malaysia Berhad however, would confine itself to improving the efficiency at all levels and increasing the productivity of services offered for a start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Further, Pos Malaysia Berhad being an agency that has close contract with all levels of society would also provide better services and among them some new services to the Malaysian public. The transformation of the Postal Services Department to a corporatised entity not only &lt;strong&gt;enchances (WTF IS ENCHANCES? I checked Microsoft Word's Thesaurus, Bryant's BBC Dictionary, Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary, Cambridge Dictionary of American English, Cambridge International Dictionary of Phrasal Verbs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and they don't freaking know what it means either! I found &lt;em&gt;enhances, enchanters... &lt;/em&gt;NO ENCHANCES!) &lt;/strong&gt;for the public, but also places the new company on the threshold of providing excellent service and support structure &lt;strong&gt;of achieve (I reckon it should be &lt;em&gt;of achieving&lt;/em&gt;? Correct me if I'm wrong people)&lt;/strong&gt; Vision 2020.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Therefore, Pos Malaysia Berhad will grow rapidly with its potential of dedicated staff and the dynamic leadership of its management. Pos Malaysia Berhad with its various modernisation programmes will be able to meet the current and future needs for postal services.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. As a citizen of Malaysia, I feel that Pos Malaysia is fantastic for creating their own new word, &lt;strong&gt;enchances&lt;/strong&gt;, and that the staff and the management should all go to the top of Pejabat Pos Besar, Kuala Lumpur (full address: Jln. Tan Cheng Lock, 50670 Kuala Lumpur), line up and take turns to jump off it. If that doesn't kill them, they should try running back and forth Federal Highway, NPE Highway, NKVE Highway, Kesas Highway, or any other highway there, during peak hours until a trailer or a lorry knocks them down. Malaysia Boleh!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jeez... no wonder some people receive other people's mail by accident or never receive their mails. Malaisia inggris veli gud angtil simper inggris kengnok angdersteng (Malaysian English very good until simple English can not understand). Nuts... I now fear whether my registered mail is safe or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haih... and that's what we're suppose to learn in school. Hello... if educated, degree holding adults make simple mistakes like that, what about the kids!? Doom to an eternity of mockery from other countries or unpatriotic citizens like me!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Damn, they're still telling my me reference number is not existed. I swear on my momma's life I typed it in right for the 985214576th time! Paid damn RM3.50 to send a piece of paper so yea... I expect it to actually reach somewhere. Grr... Pos Malaysia is driving me nuts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hrm... should file a complain to Pos Malaysia's Chairman, YBhg Datuk Abdul Majid Bin Haji Hussein, or the CEO, YBhg Dato’ Ikmal Hijaz Hashim about all this. MY MAIL BETTER BE SAFE OR I'LL BRING IT UP TO THE BIG MAN ON TOP, BADAWI. MUAHAHAHA... zzz... I'm tired and cranky. Pos Malaysia pissed me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112395439869001073?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112395439869001073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112395439869001073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112395439869001073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112395439869001073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/pos-malaysia-boleh-malaysia-pun-boleh.html' title='POS MALAYSIA BOLEH, MALAYSIA PUN BOLEH'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112360120136288721</id><published>2005-08-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:26:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Of Fame... BRANDON ;)</title><content type='html'>Showing you the different sides of &lt;strong&gt;Brandon Sia. &lt;/strong&gt;Not only is he intellectual, he's athletic and at the same time suave and sheer model material to me. Hehe... enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The school foyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brandon can never get enough knowledge. Within minutes of arriving in school, already he has a book clutched in his hand waiting for him to indulge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In the bus on the way back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;See Brandon trying to flash his muscles behind? His pride and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Photo0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Field Trip to Gunung Gading 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Obviously, Brandon's the one in the orange shirt. He was trying to bask in the sun to perfect is manly tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Photo0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Photo0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason Lee's 17th Birthday at Tsui Hua Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brandon's the one in the bright yellow shirt giving his coy yet macho smile that he's famous for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/collage%20brandon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/collage%20brandon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2005 Sports Day, Shotputt Boys B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If I'm not wrong, Brandon got gold for this event. Muscle man carrying two &lt;em&gt;'big balls'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/100_001411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/100_001411.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2005 Sports Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brandon is the first on the far right in the blue shirt&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/13947265-112360120136288721?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112360120136288721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112360120136288721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112360120136288721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112360120136288721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/post-of-fame-brandon.html' title='Post Of Fame... BRANDON ;)'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112359982638092623</id><published>2005-08-09T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:03:46.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'M BRANDON'S CLASSMATE AND PROUD OF IT"</title><content type='html'>Today's post will be all about &lt;strong&gt;Brandon Sia. &lt;/strong&gt;A bit about this &lt;strong&gt;Brandon, &lt;/strong&gt;he's a student of Lodge School and is currently in Form 5. &lt;strong&gt;Brandon &lt;/strong&gt;was originally a Science student, but moved to the Art's class. He's a school athlete, a prefect and also a straight A student. Anyway, if &lt;strong&gt;Brandon &lt;/strong&gt;was to make his school life into a sitcom, it would definitely be titled 'Everybody Loves &lt;strong&gt;Brandon&lt;/strong&gt;' (Har har... try laugh), and yes, you've guessed right, &lt;em&gt;everybody &lt;/em&gt;does loves Brandon (honestly!). Well, as you've read in my previous post, Cikgu Charlene Lai has been praising Brandon like there's no tomorrow, and so has Mdm. *urgh* Voon and today, 9th August 2005, Mr. Gerald Lee Leong Ai was added to the list. The Form 5 had a &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;pep&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;talk today and after 50 minutes of repeating himself and boring the hell out of students, he started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all of a sudden, in the midst of talking about exam statistics*&lt;br /&gt;GLee: I am very impressed with one of the Form 5 students. *pauses* (everyone looking either at Lionel or Brandon). He was from the Science side (everyone starts laughing because they know who it is), and moved to the Art side (by then, everyone starts laughing and &lt;em&gt;ooo-&lt;/em&gt;ing). &lt;strong&gt;Brandon &lt;/strong&gt;nearly got all A1s for his subjects (more laughing and &lt;em&gt;ooo-&lt;/em&gt;ing) and if he can do it all you of you can also! (a mixture of laughter and clapping generates) The teachers told me, when &lt;strong&gt;Brandon &lt;/strong&gt;was in Junior School, he was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rascal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Now, he is a well respected prefect! (the &lt;em&gt;ooo-&lt;/em&gt;ing gets louder) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations Brandon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this, &lt;strong&gt;Brandon &lt;/strong&gt;was all red and shy and couldn't stop smiling. I swear that really made his day. He was so cranky and bitchy in the morning and after that incident, he couldn't stop smiling and nothing could ruin his day. Not even the damn hot weather! Haha... so after that, the whole class started mocking him and suggesting things like t-shirts saying "I'M &lt;strong&gt;BRANDON'S &lt;/strong&gt;CLASSMATE AND PROUD OF IT", or "I'M &lt;strong&gt;BRANDON'S&lt;/strong&gt; TEACHER AND I'M LOVING IT", or "I KNOW &lt;strong&gt;BRANDON SIA&lt;/strong&gt;" and even wanted to make a big cardboard cut out of him and charge other people about RM2 to have their pictures taken with it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/BS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A little something for the students. Simple and yet it gets your message across loud and clear! Simplicity meets direct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round neck T-Shirt S, M, L, XL (RM50)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'I'm &lt;strong&gt;Brandon's &lt;/strong&gt;classmate and I'm proud of it' (font and font colour can be changed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/bs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something the teacher's can way. Neat and approved by the Ministry Of Education. Just because you're old doesn't mean you can't be cool anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Short sleeved wool sweater S, M, L, XL, XXL (RM85)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Brandon is my no.1 student and he makes me proud!!!' (font and font colour can be changed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/BS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not his classmate nor his teacher? No worries, at least you do know him right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round neck T-Shirt S, M, L, XL (RM50)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'I know Brandon Sia' (font and font colour can be changed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can already hear money rolling in. A new line will come out soon too! Look forward to new quotes, different styles of shirts and even a new line of bags and caps! Haha... getting a bit out of hand. Anyway, back to &lt;strong&gt;Brandon,&lt;/strong&gt; soon enough, the school has confidence in him to get numerous awards like the Chairman's Awards from to school which he will then work his way to getting the Pulitzer Award, Oscar etc etc. But honestly, I'm really proud of him. He deserved it all ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/estat_oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Soon, he will move on to ruling the world. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112359982638092623?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112359982638092623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112359982638092623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112359982638092623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112359982638092623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-brandons-classmate-and-proud-of-it.html' title='&quot;I&apos;M BRANDON&apos;S CLASSMATE AND PROUD OF IT&quot;'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112335153825298432</id><published>2005-08-07T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:05:38.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays Birthdays Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Goodness, did I tell you how much August costs every year? LOL... joking joking. Anyway, as you know, this weekend everyone seems to be celebrating their birthdays! Lets start one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GKho's birthday was celebrated on 5th August which was on Friday. So we all went to Oregano (at Travillion, behind Prudential) for dinner. The menu, chicken or fish. Anyway, got there around 7ish and apparently, a lot of people were late (grr.. you know who you are!) so the food was delayed. Haven't really explored the place properly so Brandon, GLiew and I started walking around and we thought we'll just pop into The Rock Shop. As most of you should know, The Rock Shop is a really well known boutique and their main, or should I say most frequented (?), outlet is at Kuching Plaza. Specializing in Ah Beng and Ah Lian apparel. So anyway, went in and the owner, Alan, started enlightening us about the line of jeans he carries, Lavine Jeans, is his own (his sister's name is Lavine) and he has a factory that makes them in Guang Zhou (I was pretty impressed). Lavine Jeans is also quite well known in Kuching as it is decent priced (ranging from RM75 to about RM90) and quality, and I have to admit, most of their guys jeans are quite nice. So he was just telling us all this when all of a sudden he said to me and Brandon in Hokkien, "Both of your jeans colour is so 6 years ago! If you were this back then it would be considered fashionable but now, its out of style la." So Brandon and I were like thinking "wtf?!?!" but both found it quite funny at the same time. A total stranger coming up to you and telling you your jeans are out of style. Apparently, GLiew won because the colour of his jeans were only so 1 and a half years ago.  Anyway, I reckon I might go back there again. Guys, if you're looking for decent priced jeans, I recommend The Rock Shop. Try your best to ignore all the Ah Beng accesories around you and you'll be just fine! So slightly bedazzled (LOL), we went back to Oregano.  At last the food came. Was kind of disappointed at the food ler. Thank God I didn't order the chicken. It tasted so...... normal. Nothing to hoo haa over. But the fish was quite interesting. The sauce was some tangy, creamy substance and at least it was slightly different. So by then, everyone started arriving. So before the desserts, all the guys (think of the basketball team and some from here and there) and I were talking and suddenly someone said the word&lt;strong&gt; park&lt;/strong&gt;. Then Kun being the retard he is said &lt;strong&gt;Park&lt;/strong&gt;son. The Sime suddenly said car &lt;strong&gt;park&lt;/strong&gt;, and I said &lt;strong&gt;park&lt;/strong&gt;ing. Kun again said &lt;strong&gt;Park&lt;/strong&gt;er pen followed by Peter &lt;strong&gt;Park&lt;/strong&gt;er and &lt;strong&gt;Park&lt;/strong&gt;inson. By then, it was already a full blown game between the three of us and it started getting ridiculous with words like &lt;strong&gt;park&lt;/strong&gt;toh, bola se&lt;strong&gt;park, park&lt;/strong&gt;poh (suppose to be bakpoh), le&lt;strong&gt;park. &lt;/strong&gt;We soon felt it was really dumb so we stopped. The chocolate pudding thing arrived and it was quite alright. GKho's Neopolitan cake was nice. Hehe.. most of us had at least 2 helpings. So by then everyone left and Brandon, Sime, Jack, Jason, Andrew, Lik, Kun and I were the last few. Couldn't make up our minds so we walked around to check out what shops there were. Ended up le&lt;strong&gt;park-&lt;/strong&gt;ing (pardon the pun) around there and talking. So Sime finally sent me to town and I guess they all went to Lik's house to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the 6th which is Saturday. Hehe... Today Deanne and Lik celebrated their birthday at Deanne's house. So at a little pass 6, Jack picked me up and we went to her house. &lt;strong&gt;BRANDON SIA IS A DAMN KIASU. &lt;/strong&gt;He brought his Econs book to a birthday party! Loser :P The party was quite fun. The food was from Rock Road Seafood and the prawns were the best ler. So anyway, I discovered I'm related to Deanne! After all this years of being friends only now then I knew. Was flipping through her photo albums when I came across a picture of these 3 girls which I knew were my second cousins. Then I saw another which was taken with Deanne, her sister and a few of their cousins which I recognized. So I asked Deanne how was she related to them and apparently they're her second cousins too! I don't know which side la, but for me, they're related to me through my dad's side. The world officially grew smaller. So during dinner, Ian and I had our food and we thought we'll be smart and sit on the swing! But it was so dark we could barely see what we were eating! Then we finally emerged from the dark to get more food and apparently, we missed out a few bits of food here and there. Hehe... after our second helping, we became more civilised and sat at the table with Lik's mum. Grodon, Ian, Lik and I started exchanging cheap jokes and we were laughing so much Lik's mum was so worried we'll choke. Oh yea, I played Prince Of Tennis (?) for the first time. Teamed up wif Chiang and he kept tiu-ing me when I missed a shot. So boh hau siaw wan la this game. Think along the lines of Shaolin Soccer but this time, it's tennis with super power. I had no idea why the guys loved it.  So after I lost the second time, went downstairs to mingle mingle mingle with people. Brandon merajuked because I hid his Econs book. So the cake cutting was a havoc. Hehe... everyone was shouting for everyone and it was so hot because there was so many people. Took lots of group pictures. Felt like it was some paparazzi ambush. Four five camera flashes going off simutaneously. Then chun chun Rodney and Clarence arrived. So we sang Happy Birthday (like... 5 times) and when the we reached the line "Happy Birthday to...", everyone tried cramping "Rodney, Lik Hui, Deanne, Clarence" into it. Try it try it. Sing the Happy Birthday song and when you reach that line sing "Happy Birthday to Rodney, Lik Hui, Deanne, Clarence" and make sure you sing the names in one breath. Funny la. After cutting the cakes, Deanne took a personal picture with Grodon (they're so sweet together la) and we forced Lik Hui to take a picture with Phey Feng. She's really sporting hor. Fun leh people like that. Lik Hui was so red. But I guess he finally got his Birthday wish *wink*. So I left not long after the cake cutting. Overall, it was fun. By next year I don't think we'll be able to do anything like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures because my camera is in ICU but I'll try get them from others and post a few memorable ones up. Hehe.. Happy Birthday to all of you ler and hope you guys had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112335153825298432?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112335153825298432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112335153825298432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112335153825298432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112335153825298432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/birthdays-birthdays-birthdays.html' title='Birthdays Birthdays Birthdays'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112316618770792288</id><published>2005-08-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:36:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else is new?</title><content type='html'>Brandon has just started complaining that I never update my blog. Hehe... Anyway, these few days have been quite uneventful. Oh yea, the day before yesterday, I finally went to see GLee about my report card. So as I was sitting there, he started going on about how my results weren't good and that I could do better and stuff like that. So he was like "You are from the Science side so you should do much better!". So I just sat there and started nodding my head. At the same time, I was wondering whether he would bring Brandon up, and before I completed my thought, he went "Brandon is also from the Science side and look at his results! Almost A1 for everything. You can be like that too, the only thing is that you are lazy! Look at Brandon, he's so hardworking!". Couldn't help myself but start smiling. So it was true after all, GLee loved Brandon. Anyway, TODAY GLee did it again and Brandon seems very eager for me to blog about it. Anyway,  Brandon and I were sitting at the foyer waiting for Kun they all when GLee approached us. First thing he said "Congratulations Brandon. You beat the Science siders by getting a prize!", so I couldn't help but grin away and trying my best not to giggle. He then turned to me and asked me "What are you laughing at? You should be like him, work harder." something like that and turn and walked away. Damn Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Perdagangan class, went to the lab because the weather was just ridiculously hot! Everyone was finishing their case study and doing the exercises at the back. So I was sitting with Cikgu while she was marking some papers. There were people sleeping, doing their work, talking and some roaming around (like GLiew, who claims to be Invisible Girl from Fantastic Four [?]). Something funny happened. Cikgu was marking Grodon's paper (horrible handwriting) and was complaining that Grodon's beats around the bush and likes to wander around before reaching his destination too much in his essays or in another words, he will &lt;em&gt;berputar belit &lt;/em&gt;and go round and round before going to the point. So Cikgu was like "Gordon ah, why you like to go round and round and makan angin so much in your esssay, should go straight to the point. Not go around and catch butterflies." something like that like. I know she said something about roaming around catching butterflies. So a picture popped into my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/hhgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grodon catching butterflies (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, we had assembly too. As usual, boring boring boring. GLee was talking about someone somewhere was thinking about building a home for the &lt;strong&gt;agents &lt;/strong&gt;(suppose to be aged but he pronounced &lt;em&gt;ey-jed &lt;/em&gt;which sounded like agent). Got me confused for a while and he was going on about caring for them, giving them a comfortable environment, people to take care of them and stuff like that. I was like what the? and it hit me he was talking about home for the &lt;strong&gt;AGED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Retirement-Home-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mountain View- Home for the Agents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does your Agents require assisted care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Should let GLee experience Lodge School's English teachers. Ask Mdm *&lt;strong&gt;urgh* &lt;/strong&gt;Voon, Mrs Chan, Miss Chin and Chung etc etc to get together and teach him how to pronounce all his pronunciation so he won't risk getting mocked by students like me. I reckon he's a retard. I don't like him and never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112316618770792288?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112316618770792288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112316618770792288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112316618770792288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112316618770792288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-else-is-new.html' title='What else is new?'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112316120469211120</id><published>2005-08-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:13:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO ANGELINA "GUNDUKIA/SUKUKIA/NGONG/CHIA CHIA" LIM (3RD AUGUST)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angelina "Gundukia" Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taken at Santubong resort quite early in the morning. She's crazy, she just plopped down right in the middle on the stairs and started &lt;em&gt;siong&lt;/em&gt;ing us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've known this girl for donkey years! Seen her evolved into what she is now (not much progress if you asked me &lt;strong&gt;*wink&lt;/strong&gt;*. Hehe... Angie's always been attractive, like how shit attracts flies, flowers attract bees etc etc you get the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;She's also really patient! Only Angelina will be sweet enough to wake up and pretend to listen to me when I call her at 3 in the morning when I can't sleep. I really do appreciate it! Hehe... Anyway, great to know you're doing great in Russia and I really hope to see you soon! Happy Birthday!!&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/13947265-112316120469211120?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112316120469211120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112316120469211120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112316120469211120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112316120469211120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-19th-birthday-to-angelina.html' title='HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY TO ANGELINA &quot;GUNDUKIA/SUKUKIA/NGONG/CHIA CHIA&quot; LIM (3RD AUGUST)!!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112282684363779877</id><published>2005-08-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:20:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO JANE "YING" LAU (1ST AUGUST)!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Miss Jane Lau Yin Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remember this picture! Haha... it was taken on Riverside's hotel bed during 2003 New Year. Eh.. remember Angie and I smuggled buns and sausages for you and Manda in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What can I say about this girl... I only got to know her properly some time in Form 2 if I'm not wrong and from then on she was my partner in crime during tuitions. Hehe... After Raymond Ho, we'll go to Red Tea and tapau, after Mrs. Wong, sometimes we'll go eat gubak mee. Then, there was Yellow House. She was our number one girl athlete, whether it's jumping or running, sure she sapu. Then there was basketball also. Remember you go scold that Alison girl? Damn mean la you. Well, now she's in Melbourne! So yea... you better be back soon. Anyway, a great Happy Birthday to you and great to see that you had some company there. Hehe... I bet your cake from Yon and Ktay was from Crown Bakery. That's where Yon and I rendezvous the last time I was there. Hehe... So yea... &lt;strong&gt;*hugs* &lt;/strong&gt;a great year ahead for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/13947265-112282684363779877?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112282684363779877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112282684363779877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112282684363779877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112282684363779877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-17th-birthday-to-jane-ying-lau.html' title='HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO JANE &quot;YING&quot; LAU (1ST AUGUST)!!!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112239181845544959</id><published>2005-07-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:30:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been missing in action these few days. Just getting plain lazy to blog. Well, I guess luck isn't on my side. Had funky stomach on Monday and didn't go to school. Didn't want to risk having to bomb the school toilet. So after school, Mich called me and said Brandon wanted to go McDonalds for dinner so that night the three of us went and met up wif Jason Lim. Couldn't take it so had a McFlurry! Should have listened to Brandon and skip it but oh well. So today, it got even worst! Couldn't sleep at all this morning (sucks), so followed my brother and my nanny to Kenyalang to WATCH them eat Laksa. Haih... felt so sad. Something interesting happened at Kenyalang. There was this middle aged man sitting about 2 tables behind us and apparently he has an imaginary friend! He kept talking to the air next to him but the weird part is that he was acting like as if there really was somebody there. If my view of him wasn't clear, I would have thought there was someone sitting with him. He kept offering his "friend" his food and was so engrossed in the conversation. So I nudged my brother and he whacked me in the head and told me to stop staring. Jeez... I just wanted him to take a look only. So the man finally got up and walked away still talking to his "friend". Cool ey? Couldn't take any pictures nor videos because some old man was facing directly at me so there wasn't any way for me to do it discreetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something very bitchy to Mich just now. She told me she didn't want to go to tuition because she wanted to sleep so I called her brother to inform him and proceeded on to calling her mum. I pretended I couldn't get through Mich's phone and she asked me what was up so I told her I wanted to know how Mich was going to tuition later. So apparently, Mich's sweet dreams were interrupted when her mum called her to ask her how she was going to tuition. Hehe.. felt bad in the end so I bought Mich her bubble green from Red Tea Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, KUN &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY &lt;/strong&gt;SHAVED HIS MOUSTACHE OFF!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/kunny21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEFORE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kun aka Hairy Ah Pek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28175%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AFTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kun aka Hensum Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He looks so much cleaner now!! Oh yea... I saw this picture on the white board in tuition and apparently it's been there for a while now. Can someone please enlighten me and tell me what it is. I can't seem to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28177%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Foreign picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you asked me, I would think its a taugeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;picture has not been altered in anyway. that's what you see on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, that's the most interesting thing I can come up with. Until next time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112239181845544959?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112239181845544959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112239181845544959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112239181845544959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112239181845544959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112188401347352703</id><published>2005-07-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T02:42:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BacKkK</title><content type='html'>LOL... I realised I haven't been blogging for a freaking long time! Anyway, what happened this few days ah? Oh yea... English Oral. I think I'm going to fail it. Hehe... I only found what I was going to talk about like... 5 minutes before it was my turn. I just flipped the newspaper and picked a topic and the only article I managed to find was something to do with depression in Hong Kong. So in I went and started telling the examiners about it and I guess it was a little too short because they started asking me questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner: &lt;/strong&gt;So have you ever been to Hong Kong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;(Thinking: Never in my whole entire life.) Oh yes, some time last year. It's a very interesting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner: &lt;/strong&gt;When you were there, did you hear of or see any suicide cases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;(Thinking: How would I know, I've never been there.) Well, lets just say, if you were to flip&lt;br /&gt;through the Chinese newspapers, you would find that it happens about once every 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner: *&lt;/strong&gt;looking very surprised and obviously didn't have a clue about that situation in Hong Kong either* Oh is it? That's pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;(Thinking: Is it?) Yea, but the government is starting to acknowledge depression as a growing problem that will affect the growth of the country if it is not taken care of. (Thinking: What the hell am I talking about?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner: *&lt;/strong&gt;looking very impressed* Interesting... Well, thank you very much you may go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (Thinking: Thank God!) Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. I swear I didn't know what I was talking about either. Hehe... Well, the group presentation went pretty fine. We were talking about 'Choosing a Pet (?)'. Went home at lunch (cost me 5 demerit points but oh well) and instead of sleeping, which I wanted to, I ended up watching Madagascar again (thanks to Kaobin and Brandon). Hilarious I tell you. Especially the lemurs. Damn smart aleck. Hehe... Oh oh oh... I got a new wireless keyboard and mouse! Well, more of my brother got me a new wireless keyboard and mouse. I didn't think it was practical at all but oh well, never bite the hands that feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28155%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Look, no wires!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28154%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The receiver and the mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Apparently, when the mouse or keyboard is in use, the light on the receiver keeps blinking. So annoying. If you stared at it long enough, you'll probably get an epileptic fit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Tuesday, can't think of anything to say. Went to tuition. Mich ditched me so it was only Kirk, Stacy, Pei Sze and I. Was damn bored so I started drawing Kirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28156%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bryant 'Kirk' Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aged 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28157%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bryant 'Kirk' Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aged 17, when he wakes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't worry, Kirk doesn't look like that in real life. It's just that he was talking while I was drawing him so it turned out pretty weird. Hehe... &lt;/span&gt;I then proceeded to drawing Cikgu Lily because she kept pestering to do my work. It was sooo obvious she wanted me to draw her or she wouldn't pay so much attention to me &lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;. So thought I'll draw her cartoon style on the whiteboard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28158%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cikgu Lily complete with ring on finger, bracelets and even shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I reckon she looked good in here. She claimed I should have given her a hourglass figure instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I guess that was about what I did in tuition. A little bit of work and a lot of drawing. I didn't go to school on Wednesday because something happened (lazy to tell the story). Since I didn't do much at tuition the day before, I thought I'll go again today. Today was Kun, Dex, Steve, Crab and Chiang. When I got there, boy was I wrong. I did LESS work than the day before. With all the opera-ing (refer to &lt;a href="http://lilycsk.blogspot.com"&gt;Cikgu Lily's Blog&lt;/a&gt; for more information on Il Divo and Animal Divo aka Stib and Crab), teaching Chiang to play Canon in D and drawing Kun! Hehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28161%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelvin 'Kun' Chai (note the furry ears &lt;/strong&gt;*wink*&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I swear if you looked pass the ugly lips and the retarded eyes, it does bear some resemblance to the real Kun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So to be fair, I let Kun draw me in any form he wanted. Anyway, Crab scared Kun shitless when he went to toilet. Crab was hiding outside waiting for him and Chiang and I were at piano when all of a suddenly we heard a '&lt;strong&gt;WAHH..!&lt;/strong&gt;' and laughter which was followed with a &lt;strong&gt;'Bastard la you!'&lt;/strong&gt; and more laughter. Hehe... Kun is scared of Amityville. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28163%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me.. err... with a voluptuous figure (?) by Kun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So after tuition, we all went to eat at Sekama. Crab and Dex both drove. Goodness, so Crab drove Dex's manual pick-up and Dex drove Crab's funny Mercedes. Apparently Crab scared the shit out of Kun and Chiang because he's gear shifting wasn't smooth. Hehe... quite funny. So I guess that's about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WAIT... I HEARD CIKGU CHARLENE LAI WAS PRAISING BRANDON SIA OPENLY IN CLASS! DEX SAID MAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE I WASN'T THERE SO THAT'S WHY SHE DID IT OPENLY SINCE I NEVER MAKE AN EFFORT TO STIFFLE MY LAUGH WHENEVER SHE DOES IT IN FRONT OF ME. Hehe... She even told Kun to bring Brandon with him to the barber so he could get a haircut like Brandon. I also heard she said something about going back to the staffroom and nearly getting a heartattack because of the students but Brandon's name cheered her up. LOL... I cannot wait to laugh at Brandon. Tsk tsk... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112188401347352703?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112188401347352703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112188401347352703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112188401347352703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112188401347352703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-backkk.html' title='I&apos;m BacKkK'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112160136084823138</id><published>2005-07-17T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:00:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh... Anger Has Subsided :))</title><content type='html'>Ah... shyt... I just realised English Oral is tomorrow. Haih... can't think of a decent topic to talk about tomorrow. Boring ler talk about drugs, smoking, bullying etc etc. The examiners probably heard so much of these topics they can guess what the students are going to say next. Anyway, Mock is in less than 2 months and SPM itself is in about 4 months time. Cool ey? Can't wait for it to be over as soon as possible. Before you know it, we'll be known as EX-Lodgians. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry anymore. Hehe... LOL... Anyway, nothing's been going on this weekend. My bro's back though, so the house is going to be slightly noisier now. Filled with the sound of mindless arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for CSI Sunday. 9 to 12 CSI all the way. Watching Discovery Travel &amp;amp; Living now, Globetrekker: London! Hehe... Always loved British cultural. As a bonus, they seem to have a lot of yummy men too (refer to &lt;a href="http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/rwmf-2005-is-over-failed-bm-oral-hehe.html"&gt;RWMF 2005 Is Over...! Failed BM Oral.. Hehe... Mdm Fucking Voon is a Fucking Bitch.&lt;/a&gt; ). Joking ler... Hehe... a balance of historical cultural eg. Tower of London, Buttkingham Palace, River Thames, Westend etc etc and British lifestyle eg. &lt;strong&gt;FoOoTBaAaLLL &lt;/strong&gt;Manchester, Liverpool, Arsenal, Middlesbrough, you name it they have it, Double-decker buses, Harrods!, Ministry of Sound, the tube, the Queen, not forgetting Prince William and Harry nor Prince Charles and Camelia and the list goes on!! A must not miss experience. Whether through a holiday or to study. But no matter how much other countries have to offer, Kuching still tops the list. There's no where like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112160136084823138?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112160136084823138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112160136084823138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112160136084823138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112160136084823138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahh-anger-has-subsided.html' title='Ahh... Anger Has Subsided :))'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112144809237567131</id><published>2005-07-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:21:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah... Suck Shit... Uneventful To The Max!</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't really happening. Quite slow if you asked me. Anyway, I realised our school librarian is very easy to distract. As long as you strike up stupid, funny and interesting conversations with her, she'll let you stay in the library. Hehe... will work better if there are other teachers who are regulars in the library. Anyway, Cikgu Lily was annoyed during Econs class. Guess who I caught sleeping, &lt;strong&gt;BRANDON. &lt;/strong&gt;I bet he'll say he wasn't bla bla bla... But I have proof. I also wonder how he was able to sleep in that position. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28143%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brandon "The Great One" Sia and Dexter sleeping in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng... Sleeping in the lab during Econs class... both caught in the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So nothing worth knowing happened at all. Oh yea... I made a deal with Mr. Linus. I told him if I see a change in his wardrobe, I'll promise a change in our attitude towards Maths. Maths sucks. Wonder if he would... LOL... hope he doesn't end up looking like a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, went to this new place called &lt;strong&gt;Next Station Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;, opposite Petanak, and has a live band which sings mostly chinese songs. It's a corner shop. Not that bad. But it's more of a place where Chinese Chinese people go too. The kind of people where their first language is Chinese and they are in love with bands like S.H.E, F4, Jay Chou etc etc, and cute cute things like Mashimaro etc etc. But if you look pass all these, it's actually a nice place. Mamak style, where they put tables and chairs outside on the parking spaces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28149%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The live band. Sorry Beng, I'm not taking picture of you don't prasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28148%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The front of the shop... Note all the Chinese Chinese people and the Chinese newspaper clippings. Mostly very Beng Beng or Lian Lian people la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28151%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The menu. Very The Colours style ler. Price ranging from about RM3 to RM5 for drinks and food starts around RM3.50 up to RM15!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The food is nothing to hoo hah about. Mostly things like something with rice or fried mee/beehoon/kuehtiaw. But the Belacan Fried Beehoon looked quite nice. They also have snacks like chicken wings, spring rolls and even sotongs. Oh well, we were all just there to kill time only. Apparently, the guy who opened the place is a friend of my friend. Hehe... So we were all just mucking around. Taj started doing stupid things like balancing bottles and ice on his freshly shaved head!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28152%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sami (vellu) Tajangjingjang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Trying so hard to balance it. He even got up and attempted to walk with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yea.. I learned a new word from Vicky. She was trying to explain to me what &lt;strong&gt;"punk oi oi™" &lt;/strong&gt;was. Apparently, they are the kind of people who have funky hairstyles like Mohawks, names shaven on their head etc etc. and they always wear the really tight straight cut jeans paired up with a pair of marching boots and chain dangling from their pants. So Taj looks like one of the &lt;strong&gt;punk oi oi™s &lt;/strong&gt;ever since he cut his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28146%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Punk Taj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Serious &lt;strong&gt;punk oi oi™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28147%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Punk Taj again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sampah masyarakat &lt;strong&gt;punk oi oi™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that's basically my night. Doing unintelligent things and putting them on my blog. Hehe... To those who think Punk Taj or Sami (Vellu) Tajangjingjang is good looking, too bad. Taken already. No, not by me. Give me I also don't want, jk ler Taj. But yea... he's not single nor available (taken by the ever so lovely cousin of mine, Vicky) so move along ladies. Nothing to see here. Hehe... Taj, you owe me money now. I just gave you free publicity. Oh yea... Vicky, you too. Hehe... I said nice things about you ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112144809237567131?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112144809237567131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112144809237567131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112144809237567131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112144809237567131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/blah-suck-shit-uneventful-to-max.html' title='Blah... Suck Shit... Uneventful To The Max!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112144914376822079</id><published>2005-07-16T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:39:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I really don't know what you want me to do... I really don't want to stay angry at you, but there's nothing much I can do if you won't let me do anything. I was so hoping to settle everything tonight, but after what you said, I felt it was better I cool down first. Now, I don't even want to talk to you at all anymore. But seriously, every minute I spend angry at you hurts me. Last night, I thought of burying the hatchet and called you to show that I do care, and what do I get? Your nonchalant attitude. I guess Edward Scissorfuckinghands is more important than anything else at that moment. I'm so tired... tired of being angry at you, tired of not knowing how your day was, tired of not hearing from you in the afternoons, tired of hurting myself, tired of being tired. I'm missing you so much at the same time... if you won't be there for me, who else will? Who else will...? I never learn do I... never learn to let go to avoid all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Depressed_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112144914376822079?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112144914376822079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112144914376822079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112144914376822079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112144914376822079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112133735350318297</id><published>2005-07-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:08:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School... So Much Excitement In One Day... Too Much To Handle!</title><content type='html'>Well, today I finally went to school after missing in action for 2 days. Found the chocolates Alex Ung bought for me. When Mich told me about it, I was wondering since when was he say nice, and I found out he bought them because they were 90% fat free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28141%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadbury Pinky &lt;/strong&gt;90% FAT FREE&lt;strong&gt; (Marshmallow and Caramel covered in DAIRY MILK Milk Chocolate)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taste pretty good if you ask me... Hehe... Thanks anyway Alex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28142%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So anyway, today, 14th July, we all got our jabs for measles! Kempen Imunisasi Campak Kebangsaan (KICK) 2005 which is under Kemeterian Kesihatan Malaysia. Whoever tells you that injections don't hurt are LIARS! Doesn't hurt my ass :P To make things worst, the teachers were busy snapping pictures like as if we were having a party or something! Oh well, probably its just me seeing that my last injection was when I was in Primary 1 (no, I don't have my BCG from Primary 6 nor Rubella shot yet)! I swear if I was to stop laughing, I would have cried. Scared shitless when the nurse started rubbing my arm and when the needle went in and she pushed the medication in, I wanted to grab her head and bite it! What more to say when the needle came out... *sigh* traumatized for life. But it was funny to see Brandon and Chiang get it too. Kesian Brandon was first on the list again. He was really quite nervous. Chiang was making funny faces! Anyway, after the shot, we all went to scare the 5B students. Apparently, Jason Lim and Lik Hui were scared shitless too! Kept hiding behind the sinks even before it was their turn. When we were all in class, everyone started saying they were drowsy, arms were numb and their arms hurt. But it did feel a little funny the whole day. Like its numb and sore but still alright. Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28135%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-R &lt;/strong&gt;Dexter and Kaobin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So funny... the nurses were already so intimidating with their prim and proper uniform and they arranged all the syringes in a row again... Haiyo... see that crazy woman taking pictures in the background? I told you they thought it was some party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The jabs made everyone crazy! After assembly, we had BM so Cikgu Tan was busy calculating marks for the papers. We were just sitting around and GLiew was playing with his liquid. Apparently there was a hole so he squirt some onto his table by accident. So Steve and I started to call Brandon over saying we wanted to compare fingernails. So Steve took his hand and put it above the liquid on the table and suddenly pushed his palm onto it! But Brandon was quite quick so he lift his hand before Steve could continue rubbing. So Steve tried it on Jillian again. The worst part was, she didn't even know what was going on and Steve was rubbing her palm all over it! When she finally realised, her palm was all white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28136%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jillian's palm covered with liquid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28137%294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GLiew's table with the liquid that was smudged by Jillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So Jillian was a victim of a really retarded plan. So the guys were thinking bout pranking her again tomorrow to give her time to forget about it, but this time they wanted to use chilli sauce (go figure). So Steve and GLiew took a blue highlighter and started to dab all over the liquid stain, and next thing I know, Jillian's hand was covered in blue highlighter! All in a matter of less than 10 minutes! I don't even know how it happened! My goodness, and there they were talking out loud about pranking her tomorrow and she managed to fall for it again less than 10 minutes after the first time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28140%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jillian's palm covered with blue highlighter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28139%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The table covered with blue highlighter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have no idea how the hell she managed to get con twice in 10 minutes! She seriously never fails to amaze me. Did I tell you Brandon's a bomb? I don't know why but today he's soooooo nice! Hehe... the world would be a safer and happier place if he was like this everyday. LOL... I think the jab toned him down. LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112133735350318297?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112133735350318297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112133735350318297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112133735350318297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112133735350318297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-school-so-much-excitement-in.html' title='Back To School... So Much Excitement In One Day... Too Much To Handle!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112133847416739478</id><published>2005-07-14T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:07:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Please excuse the profanities... In times of anger, it's the best outlet... If reading the word "fucking" or "fuck" over and over again isn't your cup of tea, please avoid reading this entry then. Thanks. Seriously, this entry consists of excessive amount of swearing. Every damn sentence I tell you... Read at your own risk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm very fucking angry... So fucking angry to the fucking extend I feel fucking disappointed. If that's what you fucking think I'm all about fine... Go ahead. See if I really give a fuck. You might fucking expect me to know you really fucking well, but ask your fucking self. How fucking well do you even fucking know me? Just fucking forget everything. You know so fucking much about feeling fucking hurt... I guess, to you that's something I never fucking feel right? Sophia's forever fucking happy, I don't think she fucking understands what feeling fucking hurt is all about... Well FUCK you. I'm fucking human too, the only fucking difference, I don't show much fucking emotion. It's always me fucking hurting you, me not being fucking considerate bla bla bla... Have you ever fucking thought about whether you've fucking hurt me before? Just that I don't fucking say anythin? *sigh* Just fucking forget everything. I don't want to be fucking angry at you... you know I hate being angry at you, it actually does hurt me more...... Just want you to know, I never expected to hear those kind of comments from you... Especially to someone else. Forget it... Fucking forget everything. It hurts so much to know... I don't want to be angry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, even after my warning to you about excessive profanities, if you're thinking to yourself, "Wah, so rude" or "Tsk tsk tsk, kids nowadays" or "No manners" or "Barbaric" or "Boh Kuan" or "Boh Ka Si" or anything along those lines:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU... DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND PLAIN ENGLISH THAT EXPLAINS TO YOU THAT THIS ENTRY CONSISTS OF EXCESSIVE SWEARING? RETARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112133847416739478?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112133847416739478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112133847416739478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112133847416739478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112133847416739478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='......................'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112109701601229404</id><published>2005-07-11T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:50:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(125)3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28125%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Miss Malaysia/World/BMW 2050- Jilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Damn nice X3 parked right in front of Lagoon lobby. People kept looking at the both of us like we were crazy because I kept making her pose and even wanted her to lie over the bonet. Hehe... Damn nice car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(126)4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28126%294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top &lt;/strong&gt;Macha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle &lt;/strong&gt;Jilin, Me, Mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom &lt;/strong&gt;Jason, Eric: My 5ft 8 stranger (according to Cikgu Lily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bored waiting for the damn shuttle.. Hehe.. Kuching people are lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(129)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28129%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;During the finale on 10th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was one hell of a crowd man... Bit too blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(130)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28130%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(131)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28131%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(132).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28132%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2006... here we come... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image(125)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112109701601229404?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112109701601229404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112109701601229404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112109701601229404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112109701601229404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112109391126486254</id><published>2005-07-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:09:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RWMF 2005 Is Over...! Failed BM Oral.. Hehe... Mdm Fucking Voon is a Fucking Bitch.</title><content type='html'>Oral sucked. Hehe... wasn't prepared, was half asleep and the damn librarian was damn naggy and annoying (or probably I barely had enough sleep and was being a bitch). Mdm Voon on the other hand had her panties up in a bunch! What a damn bitch. Couldn't stand her so answered back (something I try not to do, especially towards older people). She probably going to announce to CNN/SRNN (Staff Room News Network: &lt;strong&gt;Live update every 40 minutes/1 period&lt;/strong&gt;) that I'm rude/bo kah si/undisciplined etc etc. But thankfully she pissed me off a little later in the morning. If it was earlier, I would have just, out of exasperation, asked her to (exact words) "shut the fuck up and keep her fucking trap close". Thus, earning me a one way ticket to Mr. GLee's office and a phone call to my mum. I swear I'll fucking kill her one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... RWMF is finally over. Had a blast! It wasn't as fantastic as last years one but it was quite good. There were a few bands that were great, namely the Columbians, Australians, Americans and the South Africans. Great music to dance too! Apparently, more than half of Kuching was there too. Met a hell lot of people. My Damai room neighbour was GLiew and I didn't even know until Saturday afternoon. Hehe... I was worried I was going to wake my neighbour up but oh well, found out it was only him so I don't think he got proper sleep the next few nights. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it'll be a little to long to recap my trip so I'll probably just post up a few pictures I took with my phone (my digicam is &lt;strong&gt;DEAD &lt;/strong&gt;and I haven't gotten the pictures from my friends cameras yet). Had lots of fun but was a little troublesome travelling back and forth Lagoon and Beach because Vicky they all have a room in Lagoon and I had a room in Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the shows, it was really packed with really really hot angmohs! Both males and females. Wow... most of them really look yummy! On the 2nd night, Jilin and I met 2 sexy English men (big thank you to Niel for "chatting them up" for us). One was drunk and their accent was really sexy. Jilin being the hiaw mo she always is, jk, was literally salivating over them! But oh well, at the end of the night, we saw one of them whisking a girl off. Hehe... nice to see only ler. Not really the kind to bring home if you know what I mean &lt;strong&gt;*wink wink*.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yea, Cikgu Lily, my 5ft 8 stranger (which is my very very good friend Eric by the way &lt;strong&gt;*rolls eyes at Cikgu*&lt;/strong&gt;) is &lt;strong&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G &lt;/strong&gt;compared to the 2 angmohs. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet up with my KL friends which I met last RWMF. Not all of them came down. They are one crazy crowd I tell you. So much fun with them around. They are great people. They party really really hard and are really sporting. Also got to knew quite a few more friends friends. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something about this music festival. Majority of the patrons all have one thing on their minds. To get drunk/wasted/high/tipsy and dance the night away. Majority of this majority even hope to score a one night stand with the other sex in hopes they find someone from a different race. Oh well, all I do is scan for hotties and like what people always say in Hokkien, 'wash eyes until gold gold' (translate as directly as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was great (I don't know how many times I've said great). Can't wait for next years. Great music, great company, great "scenery"... what more could anyone ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112109391126486254?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112109391126486254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112109391126486254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112109391126486254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112109391126486254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/rwmf-2005-is-over-failed-bm-oral-hehe.html' title='RWMF 2005 Is Over...! Failed BM Oral.. Hehe... Mdm Fucking Voon is a Fucking Bitch.'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112072571227212469</id><published>2005-07-07T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:41:52.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RWMF 2005!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha... a little to early for that topic ey? Oh well... Can't wait for tomorrow. Last paper and going up to Damai! Just when we all thought we could actually stay all 3 nights, SPM Oral has to piss us off again. Oh well, lets just hope no one gets sick or loses their voice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days has been all about exams exams exams. Something funny happened yesterday. Before Maths I, we had a 30 minute break. So the last 10 minutes, I was in 5C with Ian, Erich, Rusydie and Billy if I'm not wrong. They were playing cards on top of Gabriel Chan's potrait! Hehe... Anyway, one of them thought it looked like those funeral pictures so Rusydie put his hood over his head and held the picture. The rest of us walked behind him in a single file and pretended to be sad. When we reached upstairs, everyone started laughing and Gabriel started to charge towards us. To avoid Gabriel from taking it, people started passing the picture around the crowded corridor and next thing we knew it was inside the library. So GLiew passed it to me and I rested it against the glass window but I didn't know he was still inside so everyone was laughing and he came in and took it down. He looked pretty ticked off at us. Anyway, Ian sits behind him during exam so I was told when Gabriel put his framed picture on the floor, Ian crawled under his table to take it again. Hehe... Naughty naughty naughty boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's becoming more and more cranky by the day. Ish... just like an old man. Will post some stuff up later. I'm lazy to continue :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112072571227212469?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112072571227212469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112072571227212469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112072571227212469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112072571227212469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/rwmf-2005.html' title='RWMF 2005!!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112048197050737511</id><published>2005-07-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:06:57.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today had EST and Moral. Don't know how my Moral's going to end up. Anyway, after school, I went to Siang Siang Tabuan Jaya to have lunch with my mum and her friend. So were sitting by the side and just looking around after I finished eating and my mum was busy talking to her friend. Anyway, suddenly, I saw 2 "girls" with their backs facing me. They were dressed up really &lt;em&gt;stylo mylo&lt;/em&gt; and they both had long hair. Anyway, I didn't think anything was wrong except the fact that they were freaking &lt;strong&gt;TALL&lt;/strong&gt;!! I swear they were at least 6 ft. So there I was thinking to myself, those are hell tall chicks man. They had quite nice body and stuff so yea. Then all of a sudden, one of them turned to go order food and I got the fucking shock of my life! &lt;strong&gt;SHE WAS ACTUALLY A HE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Nuts, one was wearing this really low-cut V neckline and my Lord, it was as flat as the airport runway! If you saw them from the back, you wouldn't have thought anything was wrong because their arms were really small and their figures was really slim and the way they eat so dainty! But once they turn, myy goodneesss. They were wearing those tight pants with their shiny Ah Lian belts (like the ones Diana has) and I couldn't find their &lt;strong&gt;*aherm* &lt;/strong&gt;bulge &lt;strong&gt;*aherm*&lt;/strong&gt;. Apparently, my mum's friend knows one of them and her/his name is James. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28109%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear they look like girls from the back!!! Really tall girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes I took a picture of them too. Rude in a way, but couldn't help it. Sorryyy...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't have anything against lesbians, gays, bisexuals, cross dressers, fruitcakes, faggots, carpet munchers etc. etc. I actually have a gay friend and he's really fun. It's just the irony of how they look in comparison to an actual girl that shocked me. I swear they had a nicer figure than a lot of REAL GIRL GIRLS. I respect peoples choice to be what they want to be. If you think you like sticks to holes, go ahead, nuts to breast, go ahead. It's your choice and some people are happier that way. It's no use succumbing to the pressure of society and not be happy for the rest of your life. In this century, people are being more open about sexuality so yea. Go ahead. Being gay is not a crime. Gay people are human too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, went home after all that excitement and was discussing with my mum about people who are trapped in the wrong body and stuff.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; She has a lesbian friend too and she's cool. Oh well... Took a bath and started studying Science. *sigh* I have no Form 4 notes whatsoever, so if majority of the paper is from Form 4, I'm dead... AGAIN. Hehe... Anyway, it started raining like a bitch and it looked quite cool so I had to take a picture of it. Yes I know. I'm addicted to taking random photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28110%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My neighbourhood when it was raining this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Check out my neighbours tree. It looked like it was going to topple over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Your typical random picture :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Lovef.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pulsating heart... Cool ey ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112048197050737511?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112048197050737511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112048197050737511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112048197050737511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112048197050737511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112040525435926568</id><published>2005-07-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:40:54.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Stomach ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Argh... I have a fucking stomach ache!!! Grr... So much for enjoying roadside burgers (the particular one at 3rd Mile that puts potatoes into their burgers). Can't damn stand it. Resorted to taking the black, damn smelly stomach ache medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28107%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ta dah... Lausai medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's damn fucking smelly... leaves a rubber tasting after taste in your mouth. Oh well, desperate measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, went to Red Tea Road (my 2nd home) just now for a drink. Saw something interesting. There was this group of people who were playing cards and eating when a stray cat (my good friend) started wandering around under their table. That cat is always there. Anyway, nomarlly, if we were eating, we would give it bones and not so nice tasting bits of our food, but these people, threw a perfectly uneaten clean drumstick on the ground for it. Damn lucky cat. Some people in parts of the world don't even have chicken bones to eat let alone drumsticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28105%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meet the Zen Zhu cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's also a regular there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to the car show too today (thank you Cletus for the tickets and sorry didn't meet up with you that night). Nothing much actually. Mostly same faces as last years car show. Didn't get to see Amber Chia in action though. Apparently a lot of the guys have been telling me she looks hot and is damn tall for an Asian chick. Found the PC Fair upstairs more interesting though. Was falling in love with the white Altec Lansing speakers (no reason to get them :( I just bought a new set of speakers at last years PC Fair) and the laptops. Nice man... so sharp. Speaking of sharp, went to Tun Jugah last night so thought I'll pop by Sony for a while. There was this TV (if I'm not wrong. Don't really remember now) selling for bout RM50000... yes... 50K. But it was so sharp and clear that it made you feel that whatever was showing on it was actually really in front of you. Oh well... 50K on a damn screen is a bit stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;MORAL TOMORROW AND I CAN'T FIND MY BIBLE (the piece of paper with every single nilai and definition)! I remember slipping it into one of books and putting the book inside my bag but now I can't find it and this fucking stomach ache isn't being much of a help either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yea... you know how you hate it when you step on someone's chewing gum while you're walking? Well, I have a friend, &lt;strong&gt;*cough* &lt;/strong&gt;Eric &lt;strong&gt;*cough&lt;/strong&gt;*, who was chewing gum and he spat it out of the car. His girlfriend whacked him and it was funny because he didn't know what he did wrong. Anyway, managed to take a picture of it.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28104%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahaha... The Gum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, he learned his lesson in the end which was either (a) Wrap it up in tissue and dispose of it later the proper way OR (b) Don't simply spit your gum when you're with your girlfriend. If I was him, I'll opt for (b). Hehe... Nothing much we can do ler... it's a cultural for Kuching people to litter and spit out of their cars. Especially: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah peks &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Taukeh, kopi O kao/hoh boh/lu eh chai ah &lt;strong&gt;(you know ah)&lt;/strong&gt; [launches into gossip mode]/aisi TOTO chut lor tiok tao pio ah &lt;strong&gt;(aisi TOTO out lor kenak 1st prize ah)&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; that sit in kopitiams or ride their Vespas (a super old scooter. Damn nice though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah Bengs (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaninah chao cibai &lt;strong&gt;(self explanatory) &lt;/strong&gt;kua hamik lan &lt;strong&gt;(what you looking at)&lt;/strong&gt;/ lu sio lu si hamang &lt;strong&gt;(who do you think you are)&lt;/strong&gt;/ lu sio lu chin keh si meh &lt;strong&gt;(you think you so cool meh)&lt;/strong&gt;/ woofer 24 chun aloi lin 22 chun &lt;strong&gt;(woofer 24 inches alloy rim 22 inches)&lt;/strong&gt; [launches into tua pao &lt;strong&gt;(big cannon)&lt;/strong&gt; mode])&lt;/span&gt; that also sit around in kopitiams or hang around shady cyber cafes or pubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wassupers &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(wassup bro, peace out bro, look at muh bling bling, yo muh brutha, muthafucka yo, yo yo yo [insert nigga style finger poses after every sentence])&lt;/span&gt;  who hang around shopping complexes looking cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all ah peks, ah bengs or wassupers out there, I'm sorry if you feel offended by all that but I'm just trying to make sure people who read this understand what kind of people are categorized under those labels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's bad I know, but I'm sure many of you are guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of doing that on SEVERAL occasions. I know I am and I won't deny it. Damn I can get bitchy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I like having a camera phone, can take pictures of all these things. Man I'm having fun with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112040525435926568?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112040525435926568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112040525435926568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112040525435926568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112040525435926568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/fucking-stomach-ache.html' title='Fucking Stomach ache'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112024016504755193</id><published>2005-07-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:49:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdagangan Perdagangan... *haih*</title><content type='html'>Ah... Didn't blog on Thursday night because was busy studying my Perdagangan (honestly, swear on my life). But was actually kind of angry when the paper came out. Apparently, I remember reading the answers for most of the questions but I just couldn't recall! I swear to God before I went to sleep that night, I actually remembered the procedures for importing and exporting. Argh... and I didn't even skim through the chapters. I actually read it word for word and understood what was going on (it's actually not that hard come to think of it... mostly common sense)!!! &lt;strong&gt;*sigh* &lt;/strong&gt;Felt so frustrated after the paper. I don't think I'm going to do well at all. The worst part is, after the paper, I was asking Brandon questions, and I actually started to remember what all the answers were! I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS! Argh.. What's done's done. Looks like I'm D-E-A-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something did cheer me up just now. Before our Perdagangan I paper, the few of us were in the library, namely Brandon, Jillian, Grodon, GLiew, Bryant, Pei Sze, Amy and a few other people. Grodon was being his annoying self and started pestering Jillian. He kept chasing her round the library. So he started jumping and pushing Jillian at the same time and going "Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill x100000". Brandon and I were busy trying to figure out how to count dividen for koperasi and ignoring them when all of sudden we heard a loud &lt;strong&gt;THUD&lt;/strong&gt;. We turned and saw Jillian sprawled on the floor and Grodon looking down on her! Apparently, Grodon miscalculated and pushed her a little too hard. GLiew looked like he was going to die due to lack of oxygen because he was laughing so hard. So Brandon and I burst out laughing too. So Grodon was trying to help her up and he was like "&lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;Jill&lt;strong&gt;... HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;Are you &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;alright &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;did &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;you hurt &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;yourself". Jill started tearing and laughing at the same time and Grodon was doing such a horrible job comforting her! It didn't help that everyone was laughing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image%28097%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L-R Jill, Grodon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gordon doing a horrible job at trying to comfort Jill who was tearing. Hilarious. He was like "Jill sorry &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;Jill sorry &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;Jill &lt;strong&gt;HAHA... &lt;/strong&gt;sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, Steve came in and saw the commotion and started to ask us what happen. So GLiew and I roughly demonstrated what happened and Steve started laughing too! I don't know what got into him, he started chasing Jill round the library again! He kept trying to be some gorilla and kept taunting Jill and she started running. He kept saying things like "I'm walking and I still can catch up with you" and "Look, I'm a gorilla you better run faster". The animal in him went loose! I swear they're all crazy! Pity Jill. She always seems to be their victim whenever they start going crazy. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sing Jiat and Cherie came to school just now. Apparently, Jiat was playing mailman and distributing the stuff that Jane, Bryan and Amelia bought for everyone. Jack was so happy today it's the first time he was willing to stay in school when everyone else was gone. Apparently, he was collecting his birthday presents! LOL...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kun is a cheater when it comes to NBA 2004. He locked my controllers and gave me useless Parker from Spurs. The guys accused me of camping when it was actually a very good strategy planned out by me and Kun seeing I didn't have much of a choice on players. Oh yea... Kun SUCKS in Amplitude, he's blind (couldn't see the multi-tab and the Amplitude CD right in front of him) and he's stupid (he keep scolding people for simply pressing the controllers when he himself was the only one pressing). We all still love him. Happy birthday Handsome (that's what he renamed his picture as in my phone). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112024016504755193?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112024016504755193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112024016504755193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112024016504755193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112024016504755193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/perdagangan-perdagangan-haih.html' title='Perdagangan Perdagangan... *haih*'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112023880863444119</id><published>2005-07-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:26:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO KELVIN "KUN" CHAI AND JACKSON "HANDSOME" TEO (1ST JULY)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/kunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/kunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kelvin "Kun" Chai Li Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No artwork by Datuk Lim Kok Wing or even Joe Bladae (your best friend) can beat his comtemporary table top masterpieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/jacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/jacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jackson "Handsome" Teo Soon Kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Super Jack, Ah Beng, Sarawak Player (I DIDN'T FORGET)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A very happy happy birthday to Kun and Jack!!! Sadly it's smack right in the middle of exams. Jack stay my handsome and Kun stay Kun. Hehe... Both of you study hard and actually pass SPM ok? Kun you can do it!!! Hehehe... *HUGS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Sorry about your pictures. I don't seem to have proper ones of you two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112023880863444119?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112023880863444119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112023880863444119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112023880863444119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112023880863444119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-17th-birthday-to-kelvin-kun-chai.html' title='HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO KELVIN &quot;KUN&quot; CHAI AND JACKSON &quot;HANDSOME&quot; TEO (1ST JULY)!!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112004676164955307</id><published>2005-06-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:06:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MIKEY FEHR WONG WUN CHIANG (26TH JUNE)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Picture%20814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mikey Fehr Wong Wun Chiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Spokesperson and Model for Chin Liang Long Bus Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Chiang!! I know it's bout 3 days late but oh well. A whole post just for you. Keep that great looking ass of yours and all the best. Don't fail SPM and don't disturb Kun so much. Hehe.. Get your license soon too! All the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/13947265-112004676164955307?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112004676164955307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112004676164955307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112004676164955307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112004676164955307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-belated-17th-birthday-to-mikey.html' title='HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MIKEY FEHR WONG WUN CHIANG (26TH JUNE)!!!'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-112004646567718517</id><published>2005-06-29T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:01:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Exam</title><content type='html'>Ah... today was the first day of exams. Skittles overload. Hehe... was eating Skittles the whole time and even &lt;em&gt;sempat &lt;/em&gt;share with Steve. Hehe... For the first time, I actually did my essays for Sejarah. LOL.. how cool is that (you might think it's nothing, but go ask around in class and people would actually go 'really??')? Oh well, I know the first essay question was about Perjanjian Hudaibiyah and it's the one I read to Jill and Mich. The Muslim's kenak road block by the Quraisy people halfway on their way to Makkah. Hehe... Next few questions were about some Penyebaran and Bukti rubbish which I completely didn't read. The questions about Malayan Union and Sistem Ahli still allowed me to bullshit a little. Ah well, I'm guessing Cikgu Susanna is going to skin me for my structure questions, or what's lacking from it. Completely blank. I know what went on but I didn't know the names. Oh yea... Malay names are the worst to remember. One chapter has at least 5 or 6 Abu Bakars, Ali Bin Something, Something al-Something or even Uthman bin Something. &lt;strong&gt;*sigh* &lt;/strong&gt;Wonder how anyone can atually remember. Thankful now we only have Kelvin Chai, Calvin Chai, Bryan Bong or Bryant Alburqueque (not including the 4 Michelle Wongs we have in the whole of Lodge). Ah.. Nevermind. Looks like some things just never change at all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... after our exams, I was helping some of the guys photostate some BM notes, and I realised, the Primary kids in Lodge sure do a lot of apple polishing. Apparently, there's this one kid that comes in the library everyday and volunteers to help put books back into the shelves (I wonder what the school pays librarians for) and another kid who knows how to work the photostating machine better than most of the teachers because apparently he's another regular there. Go figure. Anyway, yea... interesting. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against those kids or the librarian. When I retire, I want to be a librarian in a school like Lodge. I get payed to read newspaper, enjoy aircon, drink coffee, listen to radio, gossip with other teachers and instruct kids to do my job.  That's the life. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea oh yea oh yea... I forgot to add in a piece of information in Monday's blog. Anyway, on Monday, during Geography, &lt;strong&gt;Brandon forgot to bring his Geography text book. &lt;/strong&gt;So me being me as usual, got soooo excited and snitched on Brandon. Cikgu Lai was asking everyone to take out their books so I told her Brandon didn't bring his book. So she started to ask Brandon. The guys tried to help him by giving him one of their books to cheat her since she's so blur, but apparently it didn't work. So she was like &lt;strong&gt;"Brandon, you didn't bring your book?" &lt;/strong&gt;and he nodded his head. Guess what she said, &lt;strong&gt;"Nevermind Brandon, you're excused"&lt;/strong&gt;. Just like that!!!! Whattt?! When Wafi was sitting at someone elses place, she sent him out. The last time Gkho didn't bring his book she threatened to demerit him. The last time Mich didn't bring her book, she tiu tiu tiu, and now her &lt;strong&gt;STAR &lt;/strong&gt;student didn't bring his book and all she says is &lt;strong&gt;"you're excused".&lt;/strong&gt; CONFIRM YOUR MOTHER LER BRAN!!! Where's the justice??? Hehe... It was funny. Brandon was so &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt; because we keep saying she's his mother always&lt;em&gt; sayang &lt;/em&gt;him and now this. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAINFOREST IN LESS THAN 2 WEEKS TIME!!! Haha... I'm so excited la. I don't know why either. It isn't suppose to be such big of a deal. I'm so totally addicted to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack now. I don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sigh* &lt;/strong&gt;Pris is leaving for Penang tomorrow but I won't be able to send her off. If her flight was slightly earlier or later then no problem but unfortunately smack in the middle of BM paper. Oh well... will miss her! Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-112004646567718517?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112004646567718517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=112004646567718517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112004646567718517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/112004646567718517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-of-exam.html' title='First Day of Exam'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-111987580638404269</id><published>2005-06-27T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:36:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of a kind FIGHTING MACHINE :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Ultimate Fighting Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Step-by-step Guide To Making The Ultimate Fighting Machine (Troubleshooting included)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hehe... I got this from Niel. Found it quite amusing. The things people can actually come up with. I like the troubleshooting part. The picture of the hamster and the chopper look so cute :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/13947265-111987580638404269?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111987580638404269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=111987580638404269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111987580638404269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111987580638404269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-of-kind-fighting-machine.html' title='One of a kind FIGHTING MACHINE :))'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-111987553735850601</id><published>2005-06-27T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:32:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally....</title><content type='html'>Today, we shall all celebrate. I &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY &lt;/strong&gt;managed to catch Brandon online. As usual, no &lt;strong&gt;hi &lt;/strong&gt;or anything just the simple &lt;strong&gt;oi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Mission accomplished. Hehe... I'm tired. Damn... exam is so soon, but look on the bright side, right after exams would be Rainforest! Yay... I'm sure this is just an excuse for everyone to go up to Damai and stay over. So sad. Sometimes I wonder how many times have we all been to Damai and still be able to not get bored of it. It's the same every trip! Strange... Oh yea... Happy Belated 17th (finally) Birthday to Mikey Fehr Wong Wun Chiang (26th June 2005). Brandon and Cikgu Lily gave him a card reader for his birthday and yeap... its the one he claims in his blog that Cikgu "stole" from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... Bryan came to school today! Haha... something funny happened today. Before lunch, Brandon was telling me about Bryan. Mich and I said Bryan has always looked very cute and Brandon being Brandon, didn't agree with us and asked if we've seen him recently and we said no. He then snorted and said Bryan is very fat now! Then he told us not to tell Bryan he called him fat (what a meanie). So now I was excited because I couldn't wait to tell Bryan. Hehe... So someone asked what Bryan's father was working as and all Brandon kept saying was he makes roads he makes roads. None of us really understood him. At first someone said Quantity Surveyor, Brandon said no, Engineer, Brandon said no. He kept trying to describe what the job requirement was and to me it sounded like a &lt;em&gt;pekerja buruh &lt;/em&gt;so I said labourer. Then Brandon got all excited seeing that now he could blackmail me. So during lunch, I met Bryan at the foyer so I told him Brandon called him fat. Next thing I know, GLiew comes running over and tells Bryan I call his father a labourer :P So I went off for lunch with Mich after that. When i see Bryan again when lunch is about to end, Brandon is gloating and boasting to me that Bryan didn't believe what I said bout him and it all ended with Bryan calling my father a lumberjack.&lt;strong&gt;  *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; It's so fun to have Bryan back. Conclusion, Brandon is a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out, if I really fail my SPM (touch wood) and not be able to go overseas, I can always end up being a hair consultant (sounds more &lt;em&gt;bunga&lt;/em&gt; then barber or hairdresser). Mich actually let me cut her hair this morning. Hehe... so I ended up trying to layer her hair with arts and craft scissors. She claims it hurt. Jelly was having fun watching Mich in pain and me "Woops-ing" whenever something went wrong. For your information, not much went wrong. At the end of the session, the boys thought we were crazy because they didn't actually think that I would dare cut Mich's hair let alone Mich let me cut her hair. We were all pretty satisfied with the result. It was shorter then before and I still managed to keep her layers. Hehe... Cutting people's hair can be such fun... probably because school was shit boring. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-111987553735850601?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111987553735850601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=111987553735850601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111987553735850601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111987553735850601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally....'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-111980562375197963</id><published>2005-06-27T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:15:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has common sense gone to?</title><content type='html'>Ah... SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS!!! Geram man this afternoon. &lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; I was at the airport this afternoon to send my cousins off. So we finally unloaded all the bags (goodness... 12 pieces of big ass luggages) and it was all in the lane all the way to the side (there's 3 lanes right... one for taxis and buses at the side, one for cars in the middle and the one against the wall). Apparently, it's barricaded for people to walk and to push their trolleys. Anyway, there were people blocking us so we were waiting for them to move away and behind us was a green Proton Wira (which isn't suppose to be there in the first place). So my cousin being the good samaritan she always is, asked if we should move, but me, being the ass I try not to be, told her it's too bad for the dude seeing he's not even suppose to be there in the first place. Then, out of no where, this &lt;strong&gt;SUPER DUPER SUMO WRESTLER KIND OF FAT &lt;/strong&gt;man stops, turns and looks at me and in the bitchiest tone ever says "This is the fast lane for cars", rolls his eyes and starts to walk off. Since my mum was in front of me, I refrained from asking if he was stupid or jumping onto him and diggin his eyes out and said in a sarcastic tone, "Yes sir... you are very smart". I swear if my mum wasn't there I would have asked him is he just plain stupid or is his brain clogged with fat. I mean like... ISHH... I'm sure a fast lane for cars involves driving through crowds of peoples standing there waiting for their transport. NO COMMON SENSE WHATSOEVER! If it really was for cars den they wouldn't barricade it all the way down the damn road. Stupid fat man. People like him should be shot dead. Save the world a hell lot of trouble. I'M OFFICIALLY ANGRY AGAIN. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih... anyway, just got back from Pris' farewell dinner. Went for steamboat. Apparently it's some place called MyHouse Steamboat and its on the way to Pending by the main road, after the Shell and Petronas but before SMK Pending. Not a bad place with a decent price... RM15 per person. It's got free flow of ice cream &lt;strong&gt;*wink*&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, it's been a while since we all got together for a nice meal and it was quite fun. Oh yea... Brandon actually read my blog and he called me up just now to ask what is it I need him to help me do. I was blur so I had no clue what he was talking about until he said I keep tiu-ing him on my blog. So yea... Now I'm on, he's no where to be seen. What a pleasant coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... I FINALLY GET TO SEE JILIN!!! It was a pleasant surprise. First impulse was to whack her in the head but as usual, she was being blur and so bubbly so it's quite impossible to carry it out. It's nice having my best friend back again. Hehe... I'm not so angry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to kill that man. That is my number 1 pet peeves! Kepo people who are wrong. Conclusion, not all fat men that look like jolly, happy teddy bears are nice. Some deserve to be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUPID FAT MAN THAT WEARS GLASSES AND HAS PUNY EYES, IF YOU EVER DO COME ACROSS THIS BLOG AND REMEMBERS THIS INCIDENT AND FEEL OFFENDED FOR ME CALLING YOU FAT AND STUPID (I ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-111980562375197963?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111980562375197963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=111980562375197963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111980562375197963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111980562375197963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-has-common-sense-gone-to.html' title='Where has common sense gone to?'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-111972861800294637</id><published>2005-06-26T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:43:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rojak of thoughts and happenings</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep... still wide awake so I thought... "Hrm... why not make good use of my blog that was created to waste time." so here I am. Exams are in... 3 days time and I know close to nothing! I'm dead :) If I was to flunk this exam, I swear Cikgu Lily will literally skin me alive! Knowing her, she's going to bring up the "Remember what you promised me" lecture. I have to start soon! I have no will power :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuts... my backspace key is screwed. It's like jammed so if I press it too lightly it wont move and if i press it to hard it just keeps backspacing and there goes my whole sentence. Ish... mafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, my cousins from Canada who have been staying with me for probably... the last 2 months are leaving in about less than 10 hours time. Going to miss them so much considering I only get to see them the most... once every 5 years? They're a great bunch of people. Seem to get along very well with my friends. Mich has been telling how cute one of cousins is. LoL... Have been trying to play matchmaker all this while but apparently SOME people &lt;strong&gt;*ahem* &lt;/strong&gt;Mich &lt;strong&gt;*ahem*&lt;/strong&gt; don't seem to appreciate it. Oh well... was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Arghhh!!! I left my computer for a while to take my cousins out for supper and when I come back guess who left me a message... BRANDON. Goodness.... I was on for like.... the whole night just now and he didn't even come online and the minute I leave my computer, he comes on and &lt;strong&gt;oi&lt;/strong&gt;'s me. Geramnye&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    Crap... I just remembered I didn't bring my stupid Suntikan Campak form thingy. Apparently the Health Ministry is sending people to all the schools to give students who need jabs jabs :) Oh yea... I realise I haven't gotten my BCG or my Rubella shots yet and yea... was suppose to get them in Primary 6. Oh well... I guess I'm going to die earlier then everyone else. It's funny how the class can come up with stupid questions. When Cikgu Susanna told us about this injection, Kun was asking what would happen if we got HIV or AIDS from the INDIVIDUALLY VACUMN PACKED needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh yea... In addition to stupid things people in my class say, I remember something stupid Grodon said. We were all in Science class and we found out that Cikgu Chong was engaged and planning to get married and this smart ass Grodon started shouting "Cikgu, can I be the person who lifts your skirt?". He was talking about lifting the train but being your typical boy, anything that was part of a gown and that touched the ground was a skirt. Sounded so obscene. The worst part was, we all started laughing at him and he didn't even realise what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Haih... I'm really going to miss the class. Really really one of a kind. Even though most of them are pain in the asses, pure fuckers or just plain retarded, I know I'll miss them all. I guess it's also due to the fact that the size of the class is smaller then normal. Not even up to 20 people. Oh well, no matter how much they piss me off or even annoy the hell out of me, I do appreciate the really fun times we've all had together. Can't deny the fact that we've all had really fun and sweet memories of each other. Ups and downs (event though it was mostly downs :P) that we've gone through together... &lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt; I hate this feeling... the feeling of wanting to grow up and go see the world and be independent and at the same time, just wanting to be around familiar surroundings, familiar faces and basically the familiar lifestyle/routine of school. I wonder what's going to happen to all of us after school. I'm never good with keeping in touch with people... I don't know why and it's definitely not a good habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/320/Picture%20084.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class of 2005 (5A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taken at Gunung Gading... Probably our last field trip together as a class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-111972861800294637?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111972861800294637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=111972861800294637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111972861800294637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111972861800294637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/rojak-of-thoughts-and-happenings.html' title='A rojak of thoughts and happenings'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-111972661629168783</id><published>2005-06-26T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:10:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Gay Day Out!! Venue: Gunung Gading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/320/Picture%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-R &lt;/strong&gt;Dex, Crab, Gkho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just had to put this pic up. Kind of disturbing considering they look like they're modelling for some gay campaign or something.  Gkho especially... damn gay man. Haha... tsk tsk.&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/13947265-111972661629168783?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111972661629168783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=111972661629168783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111972661629168783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111972661629168783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-gay-day-out-venue-gunung-gading.html' title='Big Gay Day Out!! Venue: Gunung Gading'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13947265.post-111970094096108066</id><published>2005-06-25T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:02:29.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh... My first post</title><content type='html'>Hrm... I guess the blog fever is starting to settle down and I've only started so yea... I'm lagging. Oh well, after checking out Chiang, Kun, Bryan and Cikgu's blog daily, I thought oh well... why not start one and see how far I'll actually go with it. Hopefully I won't get bored with it too soon. So yea... this blog is offically born on the 25th June 2005. Reason... It's because I'm bored now :) There's never anything to say in the first post but rubbish. I'm waiting for Brandon to come online now cause I need his help in something and that toad seems to only log on when I'm not around. Zzz... Oh well. This blog is going to be "A Dawn Of A New Era" (sound familiar?). Haih... I feel lame now. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13947265-111970094096108066?l=sofeeyaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/feeds/111970094096108066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13947265&amp;postID=111970094096108066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111970094096108066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13947265/posts/default/111970094096108066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeeyaz.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahh-my-first-post.html' title='Ahh... My first post'/><author><name>SophiaAaA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925891796095819217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6409/1246/1600/Picture%20038a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
