<?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-3074305638165476669</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:52:58.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all we are :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1503178694726079214</id><published>2010-03-15T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:35:15.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Million Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is there an award for being lazy? I think I could stand a chance to win. :D Anyway, it's the time of the year where every one's busy with school activities or examinations. Well for SMK Taman SEA, it isn't examinations that we're busy with. Sports in fact. Inter house games started and ended last week. Gosh it was tiring. and HOT. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wahahaha. yes, we don't have first term exams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Sun's like insane! It's almost impossible to bear with the heat. I think I got burnt. Now I'm black. Goodness me. Literally BLACK. But I guess it's all worth the gold medal. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S55VsjAx6MI/AAAAAAAAA48/yreZstH0g4k/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S55VsjAx6MI/AAAAAAAAA48/yreZstH0g4k/s400/DSC01964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448886822965995714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it doesn't look very gold but whatever la. Just look at the Johan word. hahaha. For those who are cognitively challenged or has difficulties reading OR totally against the language, it stands for #1. and of course we took a group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S55VtBsSgGI/AAAAAAAAA5E/A0pLCF3OOhs/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S55VtBsSgGI/AAAAAAAAA5E/A0pLCF3OOhs/s400/DSC01957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448886831201550434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AH I LIKE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and about having a week of holiday, we netballers have training everyday with sir. Yes, I was intimidated. 100%. Turns out, our first training today was quite fun. We had our laughs and we played in water/mud. Thank God training's at the appropriate time. Unlike the schooling days where we go for training at 3 in the afternoon under the blazing sun. Cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me Fatimah. If not for my teeny weeny eyes, people would actually believe I'm Malay. I went for a meal somewhere and someone asked me if I eat pork. Kill me. Just kill me. T.T  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My tan lines are bad. And I can't believe I've a sock tan line. Never before in the history of Phang Roze Nn wei. Another lesson I learnt is that I should tie my hair if I'm ever going for a tan or something. The colour of my face isn't proportional. Depressing I tell you. Sighh. After the month of April, I'm gonna hide under my roof like forever until I look normal again. Determined. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do what to do what to do. la la la la la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1503178694726079214?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1503178694726079214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1503178694726079214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1503178694726079214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1503178694726079214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-million-fireflies.html' title='10 Million Fireflies'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S55VsjAx6MI/AAAAAAAAA48/yreZstH0g4k/s72-c/DSC01964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2090661434551075378</id><published>2010-02-25T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:01:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cannot continue apologizing for the lack of updates. If I do so, I'd be saying sorry everytime I blog. As usual, I've been busy. Thank God tomorrow's a holiday. This week started of with the 8th day of Chinese New Year. Sunday was crazy. I can't believe I survived the whole day starting 8.30 - 1 a.m. straight. I'm like super woman. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday itself, I had wushu in the morning. I sort of killed myself because I couldn't sleep the night before. A piece of advice is that if you know clearly you've to exercise the next day early in the morning, don't take so much sugar the day before. GET ENOUGH SLEEP! -_- I was dead tired by the time it was 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xtremeidiots.com/uploads/000468/assets/sleepy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.xtremeidiots.com/uploads/000468/assets/sleepy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Cineleisure to watch a movie after that. 14 blades? I love Donnie Yen (ip man). I hate Kate Tsui. For those who watch Hong Kong dramas or movies should know who they are. The show's not all that bad. I just hate Kate Tsui. :S Anyway, being superwoman, I went for my drum lesson! As usual, I enjoy my drum classes. It's exciting. Really. The only thing I look forward to every week other than my dance classes that I haven't had for 2 weeks. :) and :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my day didn't end there. I went to my mom's friend's house or you could say my sister's boyfriend's house for a party. It is as weird as it sounds. Really. Hahaha. Not in a bad way though. And I'm gonna post a picture specially for Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4aahd_R6NI/AAAAAAAAA4c/BiXZJ4qc1UQ/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4aahd_R6NI/AAAAAAAAA4c/BiXZJ4qc1UQ/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442207099500226770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My wushu teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4aah337ByI/AAAAAAAAA4k/e18NPJVoxhM/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4aah337ByI/AAAAAAAAA4k/e18NPJVoxhM/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442207106448688930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His sister with her kid and her husband. Pretty sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4acmm4bDCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7aZz9pywCAs/s1600-h/DSC_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4acmm4bDCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7aZz9pywCAs/s400/DSC_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209386809986082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's her again. A better picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just had to post this picture up! LOU SANG! My favourite. I love the crackers. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4acnNy396I/AAAAAAAAA40/XSWODV24V2Y/s1600-h/DSC_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4acnNy396I/AAAAAAAAA40/XSWODV24V2Y/s400/DSC_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442209397255698338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If it's not too late, since it's not chap go meh yet, I wish all of you a great year. And for the dogs, don't gamble. It's not our year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After getting back from dinner, I had to pray until it was about 1 a.m. I don't know how to explain why. Pray to the Jade Emperor if I'm not mistaken. Anyway! That was my SUNDAY! Sunday only I tell you. -_- Because I was tired, I skipped school on Monday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about the friendly match we had with Catholic High School last Wednesday as soon as I get the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-        Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's spinning and damn it's not stopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2090661434551075378?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2090661434551075378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2090661434551075378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2090661434551075378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2090661434551075378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S4aahd_R6NI/AAAAAAAAA4c/BiXZJ4qc1UQ/s72-c/DSC_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4162138705608102</id><published>2010-02-10T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:09:31.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Back Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's my last day of school until Chinese New Year! I decided to extend my holiday. :D Life is good. I don't know how long can I survive having such a pack schedule every week. It's only the 5th? 6th? week of school and I'm already exhausted. So, 2 days of extra holiday shouldn't be too much to ask for eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy Chinese New Year's in 3 days. I can't wait. My house is so red that it's making me excited. Hahaha. It's the time to get fat. I find the pictures of the Tiger year very cute. Those on the advertisements. And this one that I came across while surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kcca-ks.org/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/2010-Tiger-NewYear-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://kcca-ks.org/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/2010-Tiger-NewYear-Poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and I love orange flavored fortune cookies. I get very good fortunes. (hehe... none of them are bad) :D But reading those makes me happy. Such lies that I believe in just to make myself feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a pretty amazing 5 days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited : Love is perfect even when we are not. (my latest fortune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4162138705608102?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4162138705608102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4162138705608102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4162138705608102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4162138705608102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/02/turning-back-today.html' title='Turning Back Today'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1571116834693831753</id><published>2010-01-31T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:38:55.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just To Waste My Time With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello everybody, I am currently in a whole lot of pain. Definitely self inflicted. I feel stupid sometimes. Haha. So.. Wanna know what happened? :D My lips are kinda swollen by the way. Sexy eyh? Come come. I tell you story. KISAH BENAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Once upon a time.. It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning. Birds were chirping. A girl named Phang Roze Nn woke up feeling very excited and pumped to go for her Wushu lesson. She got ready and left the house to the training centre. On the way there, she saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 dead and flatten rats&lt;/span&gt;. BUT she didn't get the message. It was obviously gonna turn out a bad day for her. Stupid stupid person. So there she goes. Class started at 9 a.m, warm ups were done, and she started doing flips. #1 Cartwheels. (pass) #2 front flip with hands-on mattress (pass) #3 front flips with hands on thinner mattress (pass) #4 Front flip on floor *first attempt (pass)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *second attempt (fail)&lt;/span&gt; The amazing Phang Roze Nn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slipped&lt;/span&gt; after she landed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She fell right on her ass&lt;/span&gt;. It felt like she was on anesthetic. Then they continued with doing front flips &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without hands&lt;/span&gt;. Being slightly traumatised, she tried doing the flip and KADABOOM. She&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fell on her head and her knee bounced back to hit her teeth/mouth&lt;/span&gt;. And then she thought, crap, "did I break my nose". Thankfully, no. She did not and now her mouth is swollen. Pain is all she feels now...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail big time in writing stories but yeah. That's what happened. Can die. I'm pain and my mouth tastes like blood although the wound's not even bleeding. Oh well. I'm like in phobia now. Hopefully I'll be fine next week. Gotta get my guts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had like crazy a lot of fun yesterday, went jamming with Kum Fong, Beatrice, Ren Chii, Tiek Yi, Wei Xian, Nicholas, Andrea, Amanda, Michelle and Shaina. Didn't expect it to be that much fun. We had Nicholas slamming on the drums, Wei Xian on the bass, Kum fong on the piano, Tiek Yi and Ren Chii on the guitars and us girls on the mics! It was kinda noisy but yet fun. We jammed Dirty Little Secret 4 times? Hahaha. That's the only song all of us know and can sing. We've a video in &lt;a href="http://spit-swallow-spit.blogspot.com"&gt;Michelle's &lt;/a&gt;blog but Blogger keeps saying it's unavailable. So I only have pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlWSqFPVI/AAAAAAAAA38/PEHaENHVIS8/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlWSqFPVI/AAAAAAAAA38/PEHaENHVIS8/s400/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432859959132241234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlW6x9EKI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zQbGIE576DI/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlW6x9EKI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zQbGIE576DI/s400/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432859969902678178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Look at the retard with the fedora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlXYuDmTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KgJuS611B2c/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlXYuDmTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KgJuS611B2c/s400/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432859977939392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlXtRGk4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/pUDZQ_g_2hA/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlXtRGk4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/pUDZQ_g_2hA/s400/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432859983455097730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Group picture. We're happy people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Definitely looking forward to the next jamming session. It makes me happy. Very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1571116834693831753?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1571116834693831753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1571116834693831753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1571116834693831753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1571116834693831753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-to-waste-my-time-with-you.html' title='Just To Waste My Time With You'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S2VlWSqFPVI/AAAAAAAAA38/PEHaENHVIS8/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5149815357060953807</id><published>2010-01-23T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:57:49.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me Honey Honey Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like that song btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11.30 today and I feel sleepy already. It's 7.25. Hahaha. Today's a schooling day and as usual, I wouldn't go. Who goes to school on Saturdays. -_- I stayed home to do my homework which I haven't completed. I still have tuition work (add maths), more school work and chemistry stuff to memorize. (Y) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I got my dancing shoes! I'm so happy and I can't wait for my next dance lesson. I do wish and pray to God that I don't fall and break any part of my body. Rock N Roll. :D WANNA SEE MY SHOES?! well, you don't have a choice. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S1rhd0t5QhI/AAAAAAAAA30/rgypaQg6aWo/s1600-h/DSC_0241+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S1rhd0t5QhI/AAAAAAAAA30/rgypaQg6aWo/s400/DSC_0241+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429900203232150034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S1rhdTcqZxI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2gVT1oP1isE/s1600-h/DSC_0240+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S1rhdTcqZxI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2gVT1oP1isE/s400/DSC_0240+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429900194301503250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehehe. It's red. I love it. I'm sorry I'm a lil retarded. I am 100% sure that I became like this because I now study in 4 Cempaka and sit next to Nicholas Loke. Yes. I'm sure that's why. What has school done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is, I'm addicted to gLee. That show's kick ass I tell you. I've to wait till April to watch the next season. This is torture. I love the cast, I love the songs, I love the show. &lt;3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 265px;" src="http://primetime.unrealitytv.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/glee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, I love Puck. The dude with the mohawk. Glee's a must watch. Download it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-       Zenn  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: Glee's on now! :D Started at 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5149815357060953807?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5149815357060953807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5149815357060953807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5149815357060953807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5149815357060953807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiss-me-honey-honey-kiss-me.html' title='Kiss Me Honey Honey Kiss Me'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/S1rhd0t5QhI/AAAAAAAAA30/rgypaQg6aWo/s72-c/DSC_0241+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-437572714851217146</id><published>2010-01-15T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:46:28.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't blogged for 11 days. YAY ME! I've been occupied with school work, tuitions, school activities. I hardly even have time for myself. I don't come online as often anymore. I sleep at 10? and most importantly, I DO MY HOMEWORK. I'm exhausted to the core. I need a break. Hahahaa. I know the 2nd week of school just ended, but I'm already half dead. Kinda sucks. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/panda_relaxes_exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 295px;" src="http://homepage.mac.com/lawrencedavid/cuteanimals/panda_relaxes_exhausted.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the good news is that school has been fun. Being with friends. Joking with teachers. Annoying the hell out of people who I feel like annoying. Banging the tables with Nick and Rajvin. It's fun. :D Oh and I'm learning how to roll my eyes. Fail. I mean I can roll my eyes but I do not know when to do it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking about doing my homework, I'm sorta like flooded with them. THAT sucks to the core. Maths especially. I guess I've got to spend my weekend doing all the work I have. Sighh.. And bio's hard. Super not easy. I hope I can cope. God bless me. Haha. And add maths is kinda fun. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orgs.bucknell.edu/res_halls/RTK/KRSS/K3/homework.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.orgs.bucknell.edu/res_halls/RTK/KRSS/K3/homework.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch my Astro On Demand dramas now. :D Goodbye. I'll try blog as often as I can. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-        Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-437572714851217146?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/437572714851217146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=437572714851217146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/437572714851217146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/437572714851217146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/01/11-days.html' title='11 Days'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8090201763410480216</id><published>2010-01-04T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:55:52.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.09 A.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back to school back to school back to school. I feel unconscious now because I decided to be all "gung ho" yesterday and told my maid to wake me up at 6.20 in the morning. I regret it. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insidesocal.com/bargain/Back-to-School-No%20Way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 479px;" src="http://www.insidesocal.com/bargain/Back-to-School-No%20Way.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How I wish I could say "no way" to "back to school" but yes way. Here it is. All ready and off to school in a few minutes. Goodbye holiday life. Have fun everyone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*edit* Back&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from&lt;/span&gt; school. Haha. School wasn't bad but it was tiring. First day of school and I'm back with homework and a pile of books that I carried till my hands sore. That part sucks. Other than that, seeing the friends was good. And I'm definitely satisfied with my class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8090201763410480216?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8090201763410480216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8090201763410480216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8090201763410480216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8090201763410480216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/01/709-am_04.html' title='7.09 A.M'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2148109506299214338</id><published>2010-01-01T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:22:40.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oraclespeak.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 389px;" src="http://oraclespeak.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fireworks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's 2010! Happy New Year :D May this be a good year for everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-         Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3074305638165476669-2148109506299214338?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2148109506299214338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2148109506299214338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2148109506299214338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2148109506299214338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='Twenty Ten'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5780117929177655719</id><published>2009-12-31T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:50:28.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's New Year's eve everybody! Yes I know it's only the beginning of 31st December. What could have happened already right? Haha. Actually, it's &lt;a href="http://orangeblindfolds.blogspot.com"&gt;Beatrice&lt;/a&gt;, she, who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; compliments me decided to compliment me today. I'm truthfully saying that I'm amazed and surprised. Oh and I realize that I haven't featured Beatrice in my blog posts for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So here's the first nice thing Beatrice said to me today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzuCLFRz_jI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_WRnJ8UskUE/s1600-h/Capture.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzuCLFRz_jI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_WRnJ8UskUE/s400/Capture.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421069703377583666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and then the second thing #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzuCLtYLRAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/RPXwjlguxwk/s1600-h/Capture2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzuCLtYLRAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/RPXwjlguxwk/s400/Capture2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421069714141692930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since you rushed offline, I didn't get to reply you. So here's my reply. A whole blog post just for you. Haha. I never thought you'd say it either. :D Goodnight and &lt;3 you too, Rice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very very good mood today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5780117929177655719?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5780117929177655719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5780117929177655719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5780117929177655719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5780117929177655719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-2010.html' title='Pre 2010'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzuCLFRz_jI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_WRnJ8UskUE/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3228419925797404601</id><published>2009-12-25T16:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:45:28.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pig. I hardly blog anymore. But since it's Christmas! I'll blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from lunch like an hour ago. We had German food and TURKEY! Okay. Actually Turkey isn't like the best thing I've ever tasted but it's the Christmas thing. So we had to have turkey. :D I have no idea what the place we ate at is called but I like that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzR6V8bhswI/AAAAAAAAA3M/e5RnpfH2FyI/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzR6V8bhswI/AAAAAAAAA3M/e5RnpfH2FyI/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419090769050972930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzR6WWHvEuI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ogvHMFjcPRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzR6WWHvEuI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ogvHMFjcPRQ/s400/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419090775947285218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bunch. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday - Christmas Eve, it wasn't the worst day of my life. Neither was it the best. It was results day. Hmm. 6 A's. I won't say I'm very happy. but neither am I sad. I'll just work harder for SPM. I promised. So whoever who's reading this, you're my witness. I'll study harder. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM totally spoiled my record. Oh well. I kinda thank God it was BM that i didn't get A for though. It's so not my subject and I have never gotten an A for it so I'm excused I suppose? Haha. Congratulations to those who achieved 7 A's. (Y) Anyway, Merry Christmas again. May all your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again if there's any other occasion. New Year's eve maybe. Haha! I'm horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-                Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3228419925797404601?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3228419925797404601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3228419925797404601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3228419925797404601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3228419925797404601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/12/rudolph-red-nose-reindeer.html' title='Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SzR6V8bhswI/AAAAAAAAA3M/e5RnpfH2FyI/s72-c/DSC_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7222199382429926204</id><published>2009-12-16T00:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:11:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm truly sorry for the major lack of updates. I've been busy. Well actually I've been pretty lazy to come online. So what do I do to fill my so very long and boring days? I read. :D yes I read.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went to Kluang with friends and family for some wushu performance thing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also to visit relatives over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfAOtAbmzI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WPPlDNaOVxI/s1600-h/DSC_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfAOtAbmzI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WPPlDNaOVxI/s400/DSC_1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415508435768417074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spent 3 days there and I'm SURE I put on weight. Wanna know why? Cause there's no way a person can keep from putting on weight when there's roast pork. haha. Sorry to those who're Muslim. No offense intended.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to the place where they actually roast the pork and like dismantle the pig? I know that's not the right word but yeah. It's what I'm trying to tell you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfA5R1wovI/AAAAAAAAA2s/IiAqCktOYsI/s1600-h/DSC_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfA5R1wovI/AAAAAAAAA2s/IiAqCktOYsI/s400/DSC_1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415509167210275570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfBhhTsJ7I/AAAAAAAAA20/UNnbrvlB4uk/s1600-h/DSC_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfBhhTsJ7I/AAAAAAAAA20/UNnbrvlB4uk/s400/DSC_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415509858557110194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm setting a goal. I'll turn vegetarian after the age of 30. I feel bad. I really do. :(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfCEw7tJ9I/AAAAAAAAA28/iZzrH14mA3s/s1600-h/DSC_1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfCEw7tJ9I/AAAAAAAAA28/iZzrH14mA3s/s400/DSC_1850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415510464046901202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mouth-watering. No? Best roast pork ever. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And and, I'm happy! I got my long awaited camera! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfCnErNhdI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mUCUU_nECoc/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfCnErNhdI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mUCUU_nECoc/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415511053461980626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehehehehhehehehehe. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me more than an hour to publish this stupid post. -_- Gahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7222199382429926204?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7222199382429926204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7222199382429926204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7222199382429926204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7222199382429926204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-and-out_3527.html' title='Over and Out'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SyfAOtAbmzI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WPPlDNaOVxI/s72-c/DSC_1333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3329370334613352876</id><published>2009-11-30T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:50:29.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Start Off New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The holiday has been pretty much a bore. I've been eating a whole lot of chocolates. Chocolates from Japan. They're irresistible. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the holiday's so boring and unproductive, my mom decided that "the sisters" and herself should go for dance classes. And so we went. Wahahaha. Latin dance. And our first lesson started today. Did the Samba. Woosh. Tiring. I didn't know dancing could make a person sweat so much. -_- It wasn't all that bad. Quite fun in fact. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dur.ac.uk/is.assoc/index_LatinDanceShoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.dur.ac.uk/is.assoc/index_LatinDanceShoe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And. My long awaited dream has finally came. To learn drums :D It's something new. It requires a whole lot of coordination and mine is horrible. -_- Oh well. I'll get the hang of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wesjanson.com/squidoo/drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.wesjanson.com/squidoo/drums.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want a drum set. Hehehe. PMR results coming out soon. God bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-          Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3329370334613352876?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3329370334613352876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3329370334613352876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3329370334613352876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3329370334613352876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-start-off-new.html' title='To Start Off New'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4980119367949691553</id><published>2009-11-25T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:41:31.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Last Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey ho. I'm back from being under the rock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;. I've just been lazy to blog actually. I go online from morning till midnight and in between, I do add maths. Tell me my life's happening. I think I should start reading again. I'm awesome. I read Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse but not breaking dawn. Why? Because I do not like Jacob Black and it bored me right at the beginning and I didn't want to continue. Loser much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of the Twilight Saga. I'm going to watch New Moon on Thursday and I do think it's going to be a disappointment. Never thought I'd actually be keen to watch New Moon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Something is&lt;/span&gt; wrong with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJQc5IVtnm8/SqKhM4QN6XI/AAAAAAAADRo/3wM8ESTs1QY/s400/New+Moon+Poster+Bella+Swan+Edward+CUllen+Robert+pattinson+kristen+stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJQc5IVtnm8/SqKhM4QN6XI/AAAAAAAADRo/3wM8ESTs1QY/s400/New+Moon+Poster+Bella+Swan+Edward+CUllen+Robert+pattinson+kristen+stewart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and I watched 2012, and although the show was a little too over the top, it provided good excitement. Anyone with heart problems should NOT watch that show at all cause. I could have gotten a heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lodim.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/2012_movie_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 440px;" src="http://lodim.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/2012_movie_poster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It sucks if the world's really going to end. I want to do the most extreme things in life and not miss out on anything. God. I'd only be 18 if the world ends in 2012. IT"S MY LEGAL AGE. I wouldn't even have the chance to get into the Casino. :( Why like that. May God bless the Earth man. It's not time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-            &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may. Bring it on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4980119367949691553?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4980119367949691553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4980119367949691553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4980119367949691553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4980119367949691553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-my-last-disaster.html' title='Be My Last Disaster'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJQc5IVtnm8/SqKhM4QN6XI/AAAAAAAADRo/3wM8ESTs1QY/s72-c/New+Moon+Poster+Bella+Swan+Edward+CUllen+Robert+pattinson+kristen+stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-310848322411698740</id><published>2009-11-16T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:57:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Me Going Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDFEBfoSoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/43ck-_ol_ZI/s1600/Image0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDFEBfoSoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/43ck-_ol_ZI/s400/Image0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404536225755843202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJGwuQuCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZAPQFyPZ-uE/s1600/DSC00634+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJGwuQuCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/ZAPQFyPZ-uE/s400/DSC00634+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404540670839928866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE INKKIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the family at Lala Chong the other day. Freaking awesome seafood. I want more! Fish was the size of my upper body. No joke.. It's crazy how we actually managed to finish the amount of food we ordered. 600 bucks of food. Imagine! And we're the best family ever.. celebrate birthday without bringing a camera. :D how smart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Since it's the holidays, I decided to chop my hair off. :D I'm not joking. Hahaha. It feels good. Feels like my head lost 10 pounds. (Y) Give me 100 cool points. I have guts man! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJHvlSiQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/RZ1n3EgTRyE/s1600/DSC01840-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJHvlSiQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/RZ1n3EgTRyE/s400/DSC01840-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404540687713732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There were still final touch ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJHxVPUHI/AAAAAAAAA1s/xzwbmlCgfHE/s1600/DSC01843-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJHxVPUHI/AAAAAAAAA1s/xzwbmlCgfHE/s400/DSC01843-edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404540688183283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tada! My hair's that length now. Do I look younger or older? My grandmother says I look 2 years younger. Bad bad. Now how am I supposed to get into an 18 and above movie. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My hair was of good quality so they took my hair for I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJIQn-uhI/AAAAAAAAA10/IdqBsFYMfFM/s1600/DSC01841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDJIQn-uhI/AAAAAAAAA10/IdqBsFYMfFM/s400/DSC01841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404540696583387666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My hair! Bye bye hair! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-            Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-310848322411698740?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/310848322411698740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=310848322411698740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/310848322411698740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/310848322411698740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-me-going-crazy.html' title='Got Me Going Crazy'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SwDFEBfoSoI/AAAAAAAAA1U/43ck-_ol_ZI/s72-c/Image0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1144101331085917684</id><published>2009-11-09T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:03:56.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SvfmTthAUPI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Vr3lKPmeqjQ/s1600-h/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SvfmTthAUPI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Vr3lKPmeqjQ/s400/DSC01828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402039504364130546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHINY EYH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SvfmAK8MqUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2zNRgW1x7F0/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SvfmAK8MqUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2zNRgW1x7F0/s400/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402039168665430338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a whole lot of misery, I'm finally happy again. :D I have a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been unfriendly lately.. it's either extremely hot or it rains. Bugger. Makes me feel moody and sleepy. I need some sparks in life. Or maybe even fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know what to blog about but I don't want my blog to die either. Haha. I'm such a loser. I have nothing to blog about because I've been lifeless lately.. Haven't been going out. Neither have I been doing anything fun. But but! I've been doing productive things such as reading. I think I've been reading for 3 days and I've only read 78 pages. I suck. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Maths tuition starts *soon. Let me hope I'll survive through it. ONLY 2 years. I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would this rekindle or burn out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1144101331085917684?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1144101331085917684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1144101331085917684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1144101331085917684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1144101331085917684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/11/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SvfmTthAUPI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Vr3lKPmeqjQ/s72-c/DSC01828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-130051965453980398</id><published>2009-11-04T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:24:53.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The World Comes Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg228/lytbryan90/All_American_Rejects_Album_Gives_Yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 349px;" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg228/lytbryan90/All_American_Rejects_Album_Gives_Yo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ALL AMERICAN REJECTS ROCK MY WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the 31st was the concert. Awesome. Super super super awesome. :D Went with my sister and Karr-Nn. We were smarter this time. Went late. Didn't wanna get packed like sardines with the crowd. It was about 5.40 when we reached? It was still crowded. But definitely not AS crowded. Haha. Whole lot of people went there at 2 to line up. Gosh. The Sun! I'd faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly it didn't take us a very very long time to get in. There were laggy people in front of us so yeah. In less than an hour we got in. Stood right in the middle of the car park. Didn't bother to stand in front. The crowd in the front and the crowd at the back were totally different. Like total contrast. So we waited for God knows how long till AAR came out to perform. In between, the local bands performed. I swear I'll go even later for a concert next time. -_- No queue. No horrible singing. No crazy wait. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAR performed extremely well and I WANT to go again. Go like 10 times more. Heh. Although from where I stood, Tyson looked like he was only 6cm or less I still want to go again. Freaking awesome. No regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-                     Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I take 10 years to update my blog once. Sorry. My laptop's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/holidays/halloween/tombstone-clipart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.clipartheaven.com/clipart/holidays/halloween/tombstone-clipart.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;R.I.P Mr.Laptop.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-130051965453980398?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/130051965453980398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=130051965453980398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/130051965453980398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/130051965453980398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-world-comes-down.html' title='When The World Comes Down'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8455668796645097274</id><published>2009-10-27T22:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:37:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Oh Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My oh so beloved 7 years laptop finally crashed. I'm sad. Very sad. I love that laptop and because of it, until now, I still don't have to wear spectacles. As a lot of people should know, I'm always on the computer so yeah.. I'm not blind yet. Thank You Mr.Laptop. You will be missed. Now I've to give it an autopsy and get the hard disc out. It's like taking out a human heart O_O If everything goes missing, I'm going to kill myself. Literally. My download which finally reached 75% CANNOT go missing. Don't do this to me handsome Mr.Laptop. I already said I love you. :( Okay I'm done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy 1 day belated Birthday to the Cousin - Karr-Nn and the fatty - Kum Fong. :D No pictures sorry. I'm too lazy to go to God knows where to search. Hehe. After school yesterday on the 26th of October, went to Kayu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I know I know xD&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to have a birthday lunch with the 2 October babies. After that, went over to the fatty's house and it was POKER TIME.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://directglobaldeals.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/texas_holdem_poker_set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 294px;" src="http://directglobaldeals.com/Quickstart/ImageLib/texas_holdem_poker_set.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I lost 10 bucks. Today I lost 20 bucks &lt;u&gt;AT THE BEGINNING&lt;/u&gt;. Kum Fong spent us McD's and it was MY time after that. Poor poor Kum Fong. HAHAHAHAHAHA. What did I tell you Kum Fong??? :D I think I'm addicted. Oh oh~ :S No poker for 1 day, tomorrow. I can do this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-           Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8455668796645097274?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8455668796645097274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8455668796645097274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8455668796645097274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8455668796645097274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-oh-why.html' title='Why Oh Why'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1125831279599013302</id><published>2009-10-25T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:18:35.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Voice Is All I Hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9g1u8ibuPE/Sro_hjEs9kI/AAAAAAAACTk/dXl72NLdTQ4/s400/Beyonce+I+Am+Tour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9g1u8ibuPE/Sro_hjEs9kI/AAAAAAAACTk/dXl72NLdTQ4/s400/Beyonce+I+Am+Tour.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beyonce's concert T_T It was supposed to be today and as you all should know, it's &lt;a href="http://www.marctensia.com/upcoming_beyonce.html"&gt;postponed&lt;/a&gt;. Sucks big time. The long awaited day (25th October, TODAY) is finally here and the concert is postponed. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE POSTPONED. Because her clothes are beautiful?! because she dance well?! because she's awesome?! T_T Okay I'm done ranting and I'll just wait till the new date is announced. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out 3 days in a row last week, life is good :D On Tuesday, went out with Rachel and Rajvin and on Wednesday *best day everrrr* we went to curve with the bunch to give Marianne and surprised birthday thing. Red Box was surprisingly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIHzI1d07Yo/SuBer94XfPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DngS82lO0w4/s320/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIHzI1d07Yo/SuBer94XfPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DngS82lO0w4/s320/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and on Thursday, went to OneU with everyone and a few of Rachel's friends from Jakarta. It was fun. Went to Fridays to celebrate Fan Leon, Amanda and Rachel's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIHzI1d07Yo/SuBgs9VDH_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9RWwu3C96nA/s320/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HIHzI1d07Yo/SuBgs9VDH_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9RWwu3C96nA/s320/DSC01471.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My computer is currently lagging like crazy so I'm gonna stop talking now. How annoying.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-         Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1125831279599013302?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1125831279599013302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1125831279599013302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1125831279599013302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1125831279599013302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-voice-is-all-i-hear.html' title='Your Voice Is All I Hear'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9g1u8ibuPE/Sro_hjEs9kI/AAAAAAAACTk/dXl72NLdTQ4/s72-c/Beyonce+I+Am+Tour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2453093976051832061</id><published>2009-10-15T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:59:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out For Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As told, a whole lot of people and I went out right after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; and Beatrice is making me blog about it. So, yeah. I'll blog about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. After I came home and took a bath, left with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Karr&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nn&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OneU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;. After meeting up with everyone, Nicole wanted to go shopping and so we went. There's no doubt that she's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;a freak&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awesome. :D As usual, dressing room+girls = PICTURES! Well, I didn't go into the dressing room with them to see Nicole change but yeah, got dragged in to take a picture with Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaI30WUy_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/0QsHQ7MBnvQ/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaI30WUy_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/0QsHQ7MBnvQ/s400/DSC00433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392648096349211634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; After that, we went to buy our movie tickets. Bought and went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms.Read-delicious &lt;/span&gt;to eat. Best time ever. We spoke so loud as if the restaurant was ours. Spoke about almost everything and it was fun. Damn fun. :D Eat talk eat talk eat talk and finally called for the bill. If I'm not mistaken it came up to about 153 bucks? It took us almost 15 minutes or more to finally split the bill correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaM4xkdgyI/AAAAAAAAA00/VIpgqn9ELNY/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaM4xkdgyI/AAAAAAAAA00/VIpgqn9ELNY/s400/DSC01489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392652510829576994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaMUvNEsvI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lx4NpMVn5hk/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaMUvNEsvI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lx4NpMVn5hk/s400/DSC01496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392651891719320306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel so horrible because the money we collected was scattered like that and we just stuffed everything in the "book thing" they use and left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. MOVIE TIME! :D we watched Sorority Row. It's an 18 and above movie and seeing how Beatrice was freaking out was hilarious. Her first 18 and above movie. *clap hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.thesky973.com/image/wsky/UserFiles/Image/sorority-row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 484px;" src="http://imgsrv.thesky973.com/image/wsky/UserFiles/Image/sorority-row.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good show good show. Hui Xian and Beatrice screamed God knows how many times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. After the movie, we walked around and I had to leave.. so that's about it. :D A lot more outings to come! I have 80 days! And Rachel's coming back tomorrow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wooooshh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaI4qF2YpI/AAAAAAAAA0k/43tpLsJ-eTI/s1600-h/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2453093976051832061?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2453093976051832061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2453093976051832061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2453093976051832061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2453093976051832061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-for-good.html' title='Out For Good'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StaI30WUy_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/0QsHQ7MBnvQ/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1653371938453971496</id><published>2009-10-14T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:18:09.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Is Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVL4oT9j-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/MW3ulW4DaZ8/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVL4oT9j-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/MW3ulW4DaZ8/s400/DSC01766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392299565111939042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The long awaited exam has finally ended. It's not so much of a horror after all, it was fun. :D Went to the library almost everyday to study. One day before PMR, everyone was freaking out and damn it was funny. Good times. Now that everything's over, it feels weird. I feel lifeless. There's nothing to do. I feel like studying. -_- It's like after-exam misery. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVQJPMcmzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/XKZHS86UTdg/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVQJPMcmzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/XKZHS86UTdg/s400/DSC01755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304248473819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Library times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the last paper yesterday, came home to bathe and then went to OneU to meet up with the bunch. Watched a movie, had lunch, walked around. Relax. Sorority Row was quite good. Freaky but good. There are a few upcoming movies that I wanna watch. :D First in line, Jennifer's Body. Then! 2012. A lot of outdated movies that I wanna watch too. Things I sacrificed for PMR. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After OneU, went over to Kum Fong's place to meet up with other people. Gambled, watched a movie, played guitar hero. How fun. Oh. And I think I got a blister because of Tekken. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVQJ8nVG8I/AAAAAAAAAz8/pV-XfsU5PkY/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVQJ8nVG8I/AAAAAAAAAz8/pV-XfsU5PkY/s400/DSC01764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304260666170306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guitar Hero Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay. I'm going to spend my whole day watching more movies today. I need to feel occupied. I'm bored. Ngehh.. Goodbye. Blogger's gonna be my friend for these 80 days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-         Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, you're good for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1653371938453971496?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1653371938453971496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1653371938453971496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1653371938453971496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1653371938453971496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/10/night-is-young.html' title='The Night Is Young'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/StVL4oT9j-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/MW3ulW4DaZ8/s72-c/DSC01766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2160895977460023879</id><published>2009-10-04T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:58:36.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Ssi2YmBct1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/ize9jwU4sWY/s1600-h/Rachel+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Ssi2YmBct1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/ize9jwU4sWY/s400/Rachel+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388757487788537682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It sucks real bad that you're not here in Malaysia to hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss you and thank God that you're coming back next next week. After my PMR. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Though you're quite far away, not that far but far, we're still as close as we used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You've always been with me through my ups and downs and I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;Just call me if you need me alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know the netball picture in Marianne and your picture's the same. It's a great picture and it brings back a lot of memories :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/3074305638165476669-2160895977460023879?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2160895977460023879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2160895977460023879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2160895977460023879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2160895977460023879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-old.html' title='Getting OLD'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Ssi2YmBct1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/ize9jwU4sWY/s72-c/Rachel+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7647101169259383022</id><published>2009-10-02T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:36:48.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SsXpFMZaXcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/d4V9JxHqhZA/s1600-h/collage+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SsXpFMZaXcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/d4V9JxHqhZA/s400/collage+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387968804655095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&lt;br /&gt;MARIANNE CHIN CHEE YEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you have a great birthday though it's very near PMR. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll celebrate after PMR alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're officially 15! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which is something to be happy about cause you're 1 year closer to getting out of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We've been great friends for quite some time and we fight at times. But through all those, we're still great friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be there when you need me. Anytime, anyday.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily. &lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7647101169259383022?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7647101169259383022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7647101169259383022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7647101169259383022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7647101169259383022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/10/365-days.html' title='365 days'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SsXpFMZaXcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/d4V9JxHqhZA/s72-c/collage+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1542575565584247110</id><published>2009-09-17T10:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:07:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Five, Four, Three, Two, One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trials are finally over. 2 down 1 to go. It's PMR in 20 days. I'm scared but not THAT scared. -_- Results for trials wasn't bad surprisingly. My mom has nothing to scold me about. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, my mom and I were looking through some of those really really old photos. Baby photos to be exact. I was fat and cute and like a porcupine. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGqrPlZTyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ruPDW1Dt4YQ/s1600-h/Image0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGqrPlZTyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ruPDW1Dt4YQ/s400/Image0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270689578929954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGqrm3BIqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lSwF96jy69c/s1600-h/Image0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGqrm3BIqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lSwF96jy69c/s400/Image0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382270695826858658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I was a little childhood deprived but still it was the best days of my life. I loved kindergarten and primary school. Carefree and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; fun. How could anyone deny it. Being a kid's great. Pros and cons of being a baby. You go to America and you can't remember anything by now. And when people go to Disney WORLD, you can't go. I'm going there sometime soon. I don't care. Hmphh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGrXd9ygyI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9QQsaAFO9Q0/s1600-h/Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGrXd9ygyI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9QQsaAFO9Q0/s400/Image0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382271449353585442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGvubZBt0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/bTbh6MJazEA/s1600-h/Image0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGvubZBt0I/AAAAAAAAAzE/bTbh6MJazEA/s400/Image0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382276241846024002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think this was during Cheer 2001? Or 2002. Look who's behind. :D :D So good looking. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGrXw8grlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/DMN2Ssxv45U/s1600-h/Image0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGrXw8grlI/AAAAAAAAAy8/DMN2Ssxv45U/s400/Image0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382271454448496210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh yeah. I also remember there was once that my kindergarten teacher FORCED me to emcee the annual concert. I remember going into the car saying I don't want to do it and she just shoved the script at me. So I had to do it. My grandmother said I spoke in 3 languages without looking at the script. But I only remember speaking in Chinese. Haha. Not forgetting the part where I was FORCED to wear a dress and make up. Horrible. I was rewarded with McDonalds though. Good times. McDonalds was always the cure to unhappiness then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-          Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading for a heart heart heartbreak :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1542575565584247110?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1542575565584247110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1542575565584247110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1542575565584247110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1542575565584247110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-was-five-four-three-two-one.html' title='When I Was Five, Four, Three, Two, One'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SrGqrPlZTyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/ruPDW1Dt4YQ/s72-c/Image0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5020299581916303921</id><published>2009-09-06T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:09:09.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Was I Supposed To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't been blogging but I've been studying. :) I'll just blog about anything and everything okay. Summarise it so I can get back to reading about dead people. Miserable, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Wendy's and I think because of it, I put on weight. I had lunch, and I went for my second lunch because I couldn't say no to Wendy's. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9wVHh0wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0k5r_Ny_uYc/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9wVHh0wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0k5r_Ny_uYc/s400/DSC01589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351018010596098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hmmm. What else did I do. I haven't been doing much actually. Just go to school, come home, study or &lt;s&gt;sleep&lt;/s&gt;. Explains why I'm putting on weight also. Wanna see what my dog did to her soft toy? yeah.. we can't afford to get proper chew toys for her. Haha. xD that stupid nut wouldn't bite those chew toys. Spoilt brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9w5cQERI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-ewEuH7Go00/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9w5cQERI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-ewEuH7Go00/s400/DSC01591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351027761189138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If that's not close enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9xyxsEdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/FEP8Hwg8fMg/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9xyxsEdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/FEP8Hwg8fMg/s400/DSC01594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351043151925714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hahah. The nose came off first then the eyes were next. Poor A&amp;amp;W bear. Oh. And my dog ate part of an eye brow and vommited. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I cut my hair. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9xZwjk1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/VQUw765eaVs/s1600-h/DSC01615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9xZwjk1I/AAAAAAAAAyE/VQUw765eaVs/s400/DSC01615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351036436288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is like "bangs" now just that it's too long. And it became like bangs because it was an accident. I only intended to change my parting but now I look like both my sisters. oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is disappointing. Hahaha. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-          Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5020299581916303921?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5020299581916303921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5020299581916303921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5020299581916303921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5020299581916303921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-was-i-supposed-to-know.html' title='How Was I Supposed To Know'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SqO9wVHh0wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0k5r_Ny_uYc/s72-c/DSC01589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5536471421814552043</id><published>2009-08-23T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:57:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Not Worth Dying For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn it. Pmr trials. I'm freaking out. I'm not even half way through studying and the exam is next week. T.T I self declared a whole week of holiday and it's still not enough. Let me just hope the school doesn't suspend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging lately because my mom has been really strict and I'm blogging now because THE MOM is out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one week I self declared holiday, I didn't just stay home and waste my time. I studied. *clap hands* damn proud. xD Beatrice came over for 2 days to tutor me. You know.. math+me= die And I helped her out with science. What a joke right. She really did help me out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7vLkrh1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/YD3XoRzleD4/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7vLkrh1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/YD3XoRzleD4/s400/DSC01510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373141512176240466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Remember. If I get an A in math for trials, I buy you lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7thLwCsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/TjnSQDUX63Y/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7thLwCsI/AAAAAAAAAxU/TjnSQDUX63Y/s400/DSC01542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373141483617520322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So a few days back, I couldn't concentrate after studying for almost the whole day, I somehow found my super super old cap. It's cool. It has my name on it like how I used to have a shirt that had my name on it too. I miss that shirt. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7uOTo4MI/AAAAAAAAAxc/wi5zExTxhYw/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7uOTo4MI/AAAAAAAAAxc/wi5zExTxhYw/s400/DSC01533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373141495730200770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7usLxDqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ULAOy5sP_6A/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7usLxDqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ULAOy5sP_6A/s400/DSC01532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373141503750246050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Property of Phang Roze Nn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To end this so very short post, let me give you a reason why I hate hate hate hate hate my sister at times. Haha. She abuses me. And I'm going to call the police or something one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7tE41mcI/AAAAAAAAAxM/sIpqpJXJe0o/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7tE41mcI/AAAAAAAAAxM/sIpqpJXJe0o/s400/DSC01561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373141476022000066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look at the crazy red mark on my thigh. It even has the shape of her freaking hand. Mad cow. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was all I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5536471421814552043?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5536471421814552043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5536471421814552043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5536471421814552043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5536471421814552043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-its-not-worth-dying-for.html' title='When It&apos;s Not Worth Dying For'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SpE7vLkrh1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/YD3XoRzleD4/s72-c/DSC01510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6992396307386300269</id><published>2009-08-22T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:23:06.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XVIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/So-aJddHIkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/iYV5PnEuCsI/s1600-h/edited-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/So-aJddHIkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/iYV5PnEuCsI/s400/edited-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372682367792521794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IDOLAKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She's officially 18 and legal. Her birthday's on the 21st August by the way. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;One day late. Maaf.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; May all your wishes come true Sheng Li! I'm sure you had a great birthday. :D Here's your long awaited fan club post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Board Of Directors Of Loong Sheng Li's fan club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President : Lee Inkkie&lt;br /&gt;Vice President #1: Phang Roze Nn&lt;br /&gt;Vice President #2: Michelle Chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write these few first. The Annual General Meeting would be held a.s.a.p. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-      Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. I've been studying. I'll update this blog whenever I can and have the time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6992396307386300269?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6992396307386300269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6992396307386300269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6992396307386300269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6992396307386300269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/08/xviii.html' title='XVIII'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/So-aJddHIkI/AAAAAAAAAxE/iYV5PnEuCsI/s72-c/edited-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-201521537797631826</id><published>2009-08-07T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:28:35.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I'm Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like a very happy person today. I don't know why though. I was being insulted half the day by both my sisters and my mother. Maybe I just lost it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt; One for a crazy 4 hours today just to do plain nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Waited for the sister and the mother to do their manicure and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why I feel cool today?? Because because you know, the colour blue is cool. :D And I bathe with very cool shower gel and very cool shampoo. Literally cool. It's mint shampoo and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dettol&lt;/span&gt; shower gel. When I took my bath, it felt like I was eating breath mints. You know that very nice feeling at the throat, I still feel it when I smell myself&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.(not by purpose)&lt;/span&gt; Cool right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9i1xqeqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TigtAIU9jyg/s1600-h/DSC01412+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9i1xqeqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TigtAIU9jyg/s400/DSC01412+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232524679019170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The shower gel's of a very nice colour too. I was fascinated and I decided to blog about it. This is quite a pointless post. Just to pass time, continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9jU92JII/AAAAAAAAAwk/4E5bSdAO6C0/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9jU92JII/AAAAAAAAAwk/4E5bSdAO6C0/s400/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232533051614338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nice colour right? And! By coincidence, I'm wearing blue today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9lUua1lI/AAAAAAAAAw8/FhFm7HhRHVI/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9lUua1lI/AAAAAAAAAw8/FhFm7HhRHVI/s400/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232567346648658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really by coincidence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I should go rinse my mouth with Listerine later. It's blue too. I need to get a life. I know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9kr043nI/AAAAAAAAAws/sNfQFXwvjHc/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9kr043nI/AAAAAAAAAws/sNfQFXwvjHc/s400/DSC01415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232556367928946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's not all. I had mint with chocolate chip ice cream just now. Luckily, I'm not a guy. And you know what mint does to men right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9lEM2qeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/61DboqY2Jec/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9lEM2qeI/AAAAAAAAAw0/61DboqY2Jec/s400/DSC01420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367232562910898658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually googled "what does mint do to men". For some proof but I've got none so, mint supposedly kills sperm. Just so some of you do not know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I found a whole lot of better stuff &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/FAQ/4720-3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; though. Many many interesting questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What are the results of a testicle being hit four times"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Answer for it is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"It will get bigger and produce more testosterone, which means you will get bigger muscles and be more manly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Alternately, it may cause you to crumple into the fetal position, talk in a high-pitched voice, and wish you were dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really found that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change and we all understand that.&lt;br /&gt;We have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-201521537797631826?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/201521537797631826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=201521537797631826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/201521537797631826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/201521537797631826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-im-cool.html' title='Hey, I&apos;m Cool'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Snw9i1xqeqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/TigtAIU9jyg/s72-c/DSC01412+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5269560996290809510</id><published>2009-08-02T19:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:23:59.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder If You Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a reminder for everybody. Do not go to the ATM machine at 7.30 in the morning to withdraw money. NEVER do that. Why? It is because people who do not need to get any sleep or maybe they just get too much of it while lazing around when the world is working their ass off to earn money to raise their family, decide to linger around banks at that time to rob the hell outta you just to buy drugs or something. Maybe they're robbing you to raise their family. YOUR KIDS WON"T APPRECIATE IT, NUT HEADS. Fuck those people man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2009/04/bikers-gang-415x485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 343px;" src="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2009/04/bikers-gang-415x485.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As some of you know, I'm highly paranoid. I've seen a lot of things happen right in front of my eyes and I've also been involved. BAD memories. I've also been hoping they fall off their bike and die since the day I heard a scream of someone who got their bag snatched. -_- My dad got robbed yesterday at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RHB&lt;/span&gt; bank of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Megah&lt;/span&gt;. Some dude was holding a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt; and long story. So, whoever who has an ATM card, be careful please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://almaribuku.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/parang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 257px;" src="http://almaribuku.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/parang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parang&lt;/span&gt;, slash you, you bleed, you die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Other than that, it was our interact installation yesterday. Despite the pain I went through in those shoes I wore, it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SnWBWa8uIdI/AAAAAAAAAwU/VeOplZXEr0k/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SnWBWa8uIdI/AAAAAAAAAwU/VeOplZXEr0k/s400/DSC01380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365336753272922578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Plan to go to Tropicana City Mall to watch The Proposal failed. My mom banned me from going out because of A H1N1. Sucks. I'm going to use that as a reason to not go to school tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; For the first time in my life, on Friday, the school authorities announced that all students with flu, cough, sore throat or fever MUST go home. How cool is that? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. A lot of people went home. Sick or not.. Who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't turn out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5269560996290809510?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5269560996290809510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5269560996290809510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5269560996290809510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5269560996290809510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wonder-if-you-care.html' title='I Wonder If You Care'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SnWBWa8uIdI/AAAAAAAAAwU/VeOplZXEr0k/s72-c/DSC01380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3080761159785122732</id><published>2009-07-23T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:18:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party And Get Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally decided to blog. I've been tired and lazy lately. The inter house games has been going on and I think someone can lie to a stranger saying that I'm Malay and without a second thought, that person is going to believe it. I want to be tan but I think now I'm overly tan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;black&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have a sun burn too. How awesome right. Please do recognize me when you see me in the mall or something.. I look like that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQHfG_AuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wnebIyiqhVM/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQHfG_AuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wnebIyiqhVM/s400/DSC01340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623445924676322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If any of you are going to say I don't look very tan, I think I should give you something to compare with. And notice the tan line on my thighs. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhRLVKwGOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/0WZhpWMiZ4Q/s1600-h/Picture+3183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhRLVKwGOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/0WZhpWMiZ4Q/s400/Picture+3183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361624611487226082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me you're not blind and you CAN see the difference. Haha. Oh well. I'm not going under the sun after the finals. :D :D :D hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week or 2 weeks back, I don't remember, went to Bubba Gump at Sunway Pyramid to have lunch with my mom and sister. I really like that place. The food is a different story. Hahaha. Why I like the place? They have really nice quotes hanging around.. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQGXTxoyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/IcP0uSF_W-s/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQGXTxoyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/IcP0uSF_W-s/s400/DSC01293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623426650972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQGwf0LsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rSx-mEJAGBo/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQGwf0LsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rSx-mEJAGBo/s400/DSC01284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361623433412357826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like this one best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also like how we get to call the waiters and waitresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we need service, we just have to change the sign to 'Stop forrest stop'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhT3BTiwXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/u_MUuiVjMZU/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhT3BTiwXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/u_MUuiVjMZU/s400/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361627561092890994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when we don't, we change it to 'Run forrest run'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhT3fPBB6I/AAAAAAAAAwM/kh05arYL_as/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhT3fPBB6I/AAAAAAAAAwM/kh05arYL_as/s400/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361627569126967202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Save the calling and all the hand waving. Haha. But if you sit there for too long, it could get a little annoying. Flip flip. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flips xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-       Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQGwf0LsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rSx-mEJAGBo/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3080761159785122732?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3080761159785122732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3080761159785122732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3080761159785122732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3080761159785122732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/07/party-and-get-drunk.html' title='Party And Get Drunk'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SmhQHfG_AuI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wnebIyiqhVM/s72-c/DSC01340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7557109129569041994</id><published>2009-07-15T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:15:08.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Your Mother. She worries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;About the change of English into the mother tongue for Science and Math&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(something which doesn't involve me but still I care) &lt;/span&gt;, how many of you disagree? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mahathir&lt;/span&gt; does. In tuition today, my tuition teacher told us to go to Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mahathir's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to voice out our opinions. So vote if you want to. Young people, old people, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with the reasons of my He disagrees with the change. For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3ueIFykoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RFJg87sbXqQ/s1600-h/untitled-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 65px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3ueIFykoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RFJg87sbXqQ/s400/untitled-2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358701332976013954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever he says make sense and it's nice to see that he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that be all cannot disagree with is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3xIhj0kaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KICMcRrHNrw/s1600-h/untitled-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3xIhj0kaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KICMcRrHNrw/s400/untitled-2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358704260390621602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mahathir&lt;/span&gt; go! Read more &lt;a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/2009/03/pengajaran-dan-pembelajaran-sa.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interhouse&lt;/span&gt; netball games are starting next week, that means the chances of getting into bad injuries is a week away. Not even a week. A few days. :D Awesome. It's been a year. Time really passes to quickly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PMR's&lt;/span&gt; not far away either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fml&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3x6OH8c-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/5_9AUdAFkNk/s1600-h/Canon+EOS+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3x6OH8c-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/5_9AUdAFkNk/s400/Canon+EOS+291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358705114166883298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7557109129569041994?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7557109129569041994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7557109129569041994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7557109129569041994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7557109129569041994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-your-mother-she-worries.html' title='Call Your Mother. She worries.'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sl3ueIFykoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RFJg87sbXqQ/s72-c/untitled-2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4136652172498938987</id><published>2009-07-09T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:38:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Fiend. So Are You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bmia.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 239px;" src="http://bmia.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michael Jackson "The Greatest Entertainer"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shall he rest in peace.&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realize I invite a lot of stupid and fun people to my house. For example, Beatrice Choo Pei San. Rachel can come in second in this case. I know you don't want to go first. Beatrice will be delighted. Right Beatrice? Let me tell you why she's such a retard. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Her name in my phonebook is Tardochoo by the way. She made me change it. -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was less than two steps away from me and she made me have a video call with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3_TE1lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ON5S3T9vBGk/s1600-h/beatrice+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3_TE1lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ON5S3T9vBGk/s400/beatrice+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356335628269442642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, she makes me take a picture of it. I was quite willing to take the picture actually. Show how stupid she is. Hi Beatrice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason #2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does something stupid and then make me take a picture of her. Whatever she was doing in that picture, doesn't it look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3jaB-KI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hKTomVNGTi0/s1600-h/beatrice+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3jaB-KI/AAAAAAAAAu8/hKTomVNGTi0/s400/beatrice+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356335620782422178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reason #3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she can't get coverage in my house, as you know Digi is... So much for "I will follow you", she holds her phone like she's the statue of liberty. And poses in front of the web cam for me to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3S2rgdI/AAAAAAAAAu0/n1RO8kpKWkw/s1600-h/beatrice5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3S2rgdI/AAAAAAAAAu0/n1RO8kpKWkw/s400/beatrice5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356335616339182034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not a good picture here. The conversation's more entertaining than her face. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, I thank every God up there that I'm out of school by 2011. I'm not studying Science and Math in BM ever again. I took some time to get used to Science in English. Stupid. I know. And now, I don't remember anything in BM. Thinking about it, I really don't remember ANYTHING. God bless me, they better not change anything to BM before 2012, I'll fail my SPM. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say goodbye. I never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4136652172498938987?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4136652172498938987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4136652172498938987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4136652172498938987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4136652172498938987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-fiend-so-are-you.html' title='I&apos;m A Fiend. So Are You.'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SlWG3_TE1lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ON5S3T9vBGk/s72-c/beatrice+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2174958205133030328</id><published>2009-07-01T22:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:33:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold As Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Sunday the family and I went to Genting for nothing. Okay. Not exactly for nothing but we went there to meet up with my relatives of my mom's side. After not going to Genting for at least 3 years, I had no idea about the temperature there. I heard it was hot. I heard it was cold. And being judgemental, I thought it was definitely hot. Stupid global warming. That means I didn't bring my jacket. :) My dad told me to bring a cap instead. It's not totally my fault actually. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Genting and the cousins and I were getting ready to go to the theme park which I realized I'm not so scared of after all. Without any luck, it started raining. See how unlucky? It rains, we can't go to the themepark and I had no jacket. Great. After about 2 hours? I don't know. We waited for quite some time and the rain did stop. I had goosebumps that didn't want to go down for a good half and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_4gVstcI/AAAAAAAAAus/NkjjCxnLiMs/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_4gVstcI/AAAAAAAAAus/NkjjCxnLiMs/s400/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353513190790313410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Genting after a rain. I could hardly see anything. It was like walking in one of those super dramatic movies where something blows up or you're walking in some desert where sand is blowing everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ride we went on was the elephant thing! Hahaha! It reminds me of childhood. It was like the only ride open then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_XficwwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ox_j9NAvoWY/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_XficwwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ox_j9NAvoWY/s400/DSC01207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512623639675650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_hyLsKLI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Z-kQJU50PVU/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_hyLsKLI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Z-kQJU50PVU/s400/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512800443181234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Retards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt9gxRPt6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/1zIDDH1ogwg/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt9gxRPt6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/1zIDDH1ogwg/s400/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353510583994922914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was told that someone puked on this ride. Wtf. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went on roller coasters without a jacket. Well almost everything that had wind blowing into my face. My life sucks right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being cold. There was something else to worry about. There were tons of people from other countries there. Western countries I would say. Western countries = H1N1. The next day when I woke up sneezing, honestly, I was a bit scared. Thank God I didn't have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you all know, today was our stupid stupid Rka day. I didn't get bad remarks. :) Something that I was worrying about. Grades aren't too bad but bad. I can't get myself started with the books. I'm screwed. -___- I think I need someone to start banning me from touching the computer until it's time. xD so &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; gonna happen. Thankfully, I didn't get scolding upside down and inside out by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pmr is coming in less that 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-          Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2174958205133030328?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2174958205133030328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2174958205133030328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2174958205133030328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2174958205133030328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-as-ice.html' title='Cold As Ice'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Skt_4gVstcI/AAAAAAAAAus/NkjjCxnLiMs/s72-c/DSC01203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1038115927696172600</id><published>2009-06-25T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:37:57.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing This Moment Would End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The swine flu is spreading so quickly that it's getting scary. I'm not allowed to go watch movies because of it. Sucks? I know. Oh. And now, I have a curfew being online. Timetable. I was forced to make a timetable. Cb PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I've watched Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen. I will say that the show was... EXTREMELY AWESOME! Megan Fox is extremely hot too. xD Whoever who says she's not hot should be prosecuted. Like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SkMxFHWmlkI/AAAAAAAAAts/8cqjG9xrL0w/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SkMxFHWmlkI/AAAAAAAAAts/8cqjG9xrL0w/s400/DSC01197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351174746189239874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/megan-fox-transformers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 252px;" src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/megan-fox-transformers2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YOU SEE YOU SEE! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Inkkie and her family for the premiere. Crazy strict. We had to hand in our phones before we could enter or else we would be escorted out of the cinema. Cool right? The movie started at about 9.30 and ended at 12.30. I was literally in war to stay awake. How could I fall asleep in such a good show. Hahaha. I didn't. :D Oh oh. And before going in, we saw the runner up and the 2nd runner up of Akedemi Fantasia 2009. I know who they are because my maid watched that stupid tv show repetitively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lee Inkkie for the ticket. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day's tomorrow and I'm totally not involved. Yay. Hopefully I don't go to school and be so lucky to breathe in the microorganism that'd give me H1N1. Touch wood. Omg. 6 schools or maybe 7 has closed down. Let not Taman Sea be the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go for tuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1038115927696172600?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1038115927696172600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1038115927696172600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1038115927696172600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1038115927696172600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/06/knowing-this-moment-would-end.html' title='Knowing This Moment Would End'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SkMxFHWmlkI/AAAAAAAAAts/8cqjG9xrL0w/s72-c/DSC01197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3493546560336737508</id><published>2009-06-21T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:13:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Change Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy father's day to the father. I know he'll never read this but just for the sake of wishing. Hahhaa. xD Yesterday, my family and my mom's friends. A whole bunch of my mom's friends went for dinner in Kepong. I really have no idea how she can complain about my friends being noisy. Neither do I have any idea how they can talk for so long. Waiting for food to come, maybe 2 hours? Eat maybe an hour? AFTER THAT! Maybe a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when the children get bored. I see spectacles, I play with spectacles. It's obviously not mine okay. I don't need spectacles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5LvVCCs7I/AAAAAAAAAtM/As6hy8-g644/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5LvVCCs7I/AAAAAAAAAtM/As6hy8-g644/s400/DSC01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349796683834373042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This little kid here is 11 and hahaha.. nevermind. She was nice enough to lend me her spectacles to play with and take pictures for me. Sounds so much like I abused her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5LvsbkTLI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uvtneDn2poU/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5LvsbkTLI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uvtneDn2poU/s400/DSC01186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349796690115447986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One thing about these kind of dinners with my mom's friends. There's always at least 5 bottles of wine. And I say at least. I think there was 9 last night? And when I get bored and nobody wants to layan me. Taking a few sips is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get dizzy and fall asleep. Hahaha. I didn't get dizzy and fall asleep. So I decided to not be so anti-social and went to where the old people were sitting to listen to their 18sx jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5Lv5rHGZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HpwrdlwvABY/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5Lv5rHGZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/HpwrdlwvABY/s400/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349796693670304146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To be honest, food was HORRIBLE. I woke up with lots and lots of gas. Guess what happens next?? :X Joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally left that place at 11.30 and I got chased to sleep at 12.30?  Waking up at 7 is not fun. -_- I feel like I'm lack of sleep. And I guess I'm gonna fall sick. Yay me. From my right eye being swollen, now my left eye's swollen. Better not be swollen tomorrow.. how am I supposed to go to school if they are. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is running away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-       Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3493546560336737508?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3493546560336737508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3493546560336737508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3493546560336737508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3493546560336737508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-change-your-mind.html' title='You Can Change Your Mind'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sj5LvVCCs7I/AAAAAAAAAtM/As6hy8-g644/s72-c/DSC01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6399382866875675056</id><published>2009-06-17T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:52:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Speechless At That Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjkNUmQxj2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yd9IEN057so/s1600-h/SP_A0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjkNUmQxj2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yd9IEN057so/s400/SP_A0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348320679998623586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's exactly a year that my beloved X-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zi&lt;/span&gt; have passed away. I miss him to death. I still remember the times when he'd turn around when I come downstairs just for me to rub his tummy. How he'd scratch my room door until I'd open it and let him come on the bed. I also remember the time where he'd jump onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karr&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nn's&lt;/span&gt; head just to pull her rubber band off with his mouth. He'd do whatever it takes. Even biting her hair. I love how annoying he was. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjkKOp5pXqI/AAAAAAAAAss/tbGBSfA6Q5E/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjkKOp5pXqI/AAAAAAAAAss/tbGBSfA6Q5E/s400/DSC01170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348317279361261218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, all those came to an end. His last moment in this world was being in my arms. I hope he heard me when I told him he had been a good boy. I hope he heard me when I told him we all love him. I hope he heard me when I apologized for the times we hit him. Now it's been a year ever since.. Time just flies. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you passed away, I remember the field was covered with pink and white flowers. Somehow.. The trees happened to have flowers dropping. I guess everything was just meant to be. I think I cried for three days or more. -___- Out of tears. Out of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pick something up, you have to be prepared to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6399382866875675056?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6399382866875675056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6399382866875675056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6399382866875675056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6399382866875675056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-speechless-at-that-moment.html' title='Feeling Speechless At That Moment'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjkNUmQxj2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/yd9IEN057so/s72-c/SP_A0312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-511728006872942633</id><published>2009-06-15T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:56:31.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If That Makes You Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so tired that I can hardly type properly now. So the three days course (Achiever's platform-memory and leadership course) is over and school has reopened. I feel proud because I was very close to falling asleep in school today. :D We're getting our results back. Haha. Fml. It's 10.30 and I'm going to fall asleep already. I'm such a loser. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZaTDYpZBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2X6OBgqakGo/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZaTDYpZBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2X6OBgqakGo/s400/DSC01165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560890921739282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I liked the course surprisingly. It wasn't what I expected. Hahahaha. Really nothing like what I expected. I think I almost got a lock jaw laughing too much. Learning a lot was one thing and it also made me realize a whole lot of things. Basically, it made me feel like an idiot and a horrible person. What on earth would actually make me realize that right???!? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZelif7kDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/nScsVTyanGM/s1600-h/inkkie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZelif7kDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/nScsVTyanGM/s400/inkkie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347565606557945906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is what happens when I trust Lee Inkkie's status. It says away and so, I didn't greet her. Read the conversation and you'd roughly know how she called me action. Okay.. And then. When I tell her I'm going to post up the conversation, this is what she gives me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZemDpa6MI/AAAAAAAAAsk/TOzlmqxgTsA/s1600-h/inkkie-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZemDpa6MI/AAAAAAAAAsk/TOzlmqxgTsA/s400/inkkie-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347565615456118978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She didn't even write my name properly and she drew me with a mutated head. I'm never ever ever ever going to trust her status anymore. Hahaha. Kakak! You better be there to reply me the next time you set your status to away! If not I'll draw you with a mutated head. &lt;3 Itulah kakakkie aku yang amat ku sayangi. Oh. She even said she wanted to gang bang we without a gang. Haha. There's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-       Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know how far they'd go to give you all their love can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-511728006872942633?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/511728006872942633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=511728006872942633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/511728006872942633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/511728006872942633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-that-makes-you-happy.html' title='If That Makes You Happy'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjZaTDYpZBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/2X6OBgqakGo/s72-c/DSC01165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5782871894675223594</id><published>2009-06-11T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:02:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Is Balding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm back from all the travelling. Finally. To those who miss me, HI! To those who're gonna go "oh fuck, she's back", HO HO HO! I"M BACK. :D This few days away I went to Penang, Kampar, Ipoh and Camerons. 2 days in Penang wasn't very nice. Why?? Firstly, I started eating like there was no tomorrow and got a bloody diarrhea. Secondly, I was stopped by the mother from eating oily food which you know is hell when you see everyone eating and all you can do is stare. Then! Half the day there, you're on the road caught in a jam. How nice is that?? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1fp_8SkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/cCUbGBFmhDQ/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1fp_8SkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/cCUbGBFmhDQ/s400/DSC01103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346113050631752258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I got more tanned. :D D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzkNKeydI/AAAAAAAAArc/PHzAL3ZF2yQ/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzkNKeydI/AAAAAAAAArc/PHzAL3ZF2yQ/s400/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110929767418322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baba Nyonya House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzkRihtFI/AAAAAAAAArk/0zp9FQgAUyc/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzkRihtFI/AAAAAAAAArk/0zp9FQgAUyc/s400/DSC01131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110930942014546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chickens laying eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzj7aCTaI/AAAAAAAAArU/BCiSEs88LMs/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzj7aCTaI/AAAAAAAAArU/BCiSEs88LMs/s400/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110925000822178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some farm where we ate a whole lot of durians. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzk0ox5sI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O1MT9YtzFBo/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzk0ox5sI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O1MT9YtzFBo/s400/DSC01135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110940363482818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flies sticking to some really sticky paper. ewwwww.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They were still moving. I hate flies. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving on.. we went to Kampar. Spent a night there. Eat again. Of course. Explains why I feel so much fatter and so much lazier. Lazy to walk. Lazy to blog. Lazy to eat. HAHAHA. You know I'm kidding. Lazy to eat?! Oh yeah. We had more durian in Penang. It was said that the durians came from a hundred year old tree? I don't know. I just know the durians tasted so good and that we bought some back and smuggled them into the hotel. xD Horrible right. I pity the next family that stays in the family suite. The smell is definitely gonna stay there for at least a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for camerons the next day. Camerons was nice. Not very cold. Enjoyable. But the number of people and flies there weren't very nice. The place I stayed in was okay as well. I freaked out when I saw the toilet. Nothing horrible laa. Just that I have a weird thing for toilets. And when I was trying to go to sleep. I swear to God what I heard weren't dogs barking or howling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzkmqB9dI/AAAAAAAAArs/sPnaTKEDMNU/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjEzkmqB9dI/AAAAAAAAArs/sPnaTKEDMNU/s400/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346110936610633170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to the bee farm. I got forced into walking through that place there okay. I think I was about to cry. To be exact, I ran and dodged while going through that whole farm. I hate bees. T.T I'm less scared of snakes than bees. Fucking tiny sharp asses insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1d3hXzWI/AAAAAAAAAr8/fcuwrC5dGC4/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1d3hXzWI/AAAAAAAAAr8/fcuwrC5dGC4/s400/DSC01110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346113019901889890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeee. Snake. :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This snake doesn't lay eggs f.y.i. They give birth. Cool right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night in the hotel we gamble till 1-2 a.m. and wake up at 9 in the morning. I think I'm lack of sleep. I ate too much. I'm fat and I'm gonna spend the last three days of my holiday in some memory course which starts from 9 a.m. - 6 p.m. Fml. I'm going to die. I'm also going to die because I have 'smelly to-fu' in my house. I die. I die. My so very cool maid thinks they soaked the tofu in horse pee. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1eI6n3MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ajStsrj9Jzk/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1eI6n3MI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ajStsrj9Jzk/s400/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346113024571202754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Notice that blue sign board thing. 'Pinang Medical Supplies' They highlighted the PMS. Hahaha. I somehow find it quite entertaining. xD I'm so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I won't go on about my holiday anymore. I want to cry. I need to sleep and wake up early. -_- Bye to the world. Bye my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-      Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the family. Eat strawberries. Omg. I'm being stupid. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5782871894675223594?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5782871894675223594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5782871894675223594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5782871894675223594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5782871894675223594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dog-is-balding.html' title='My Dog Is Balding'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SjE1fp_8SkI/AAAAAAAAAsM/cCUbGBFmhDQ/s72-c/DSC01103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4408467696612544527</id><published>2009-06-03T12:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:08:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering In The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got back from my sort of holiday to Kluang, Johor yesterday. Explains the lack of blogging. xD So all you do on a holiday to Kluang is eat. Then, eat. More eating. And lastly, eat. I believe I've put on enough weight to join WWE or something. Die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYEqwGgxyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Dblg3IjTfEA/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYEqwGgxyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Dblg3IjTfEA/s400/DSC01072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963140434904866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This sinful act was done at about 12 a.m. See what I mean by eating non stop? We(my relatives and I) had at least 5 meals a day. :D Hahaha. We went to Batu Pahat on Monday and we had 3 meals of lunch I think. Or maybe more. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. So other than eat, we went visit this temple where the fishes are as big as I am. Like seriously. People say if we're that lucky to get to touch it, you'll strike lottery. I was hoping for 7 A's instead. I did manage to touch the tail. We'll see what happens. I hurt my neck trying to do so. Overstretched. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYErjsiC2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/iP1R8KQtXsk/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYErjsiC2I/AAAAAAAAAqk/iP1R8KQtXsk/s400/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963154284579682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There. It's huge. Like really as big as I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYErKx5b1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/tC0MDBL-S3M/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYErKx5b1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/tC0MDBL-S3M/s400/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963147596197714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The view from the temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Such hot weather.. what is it that we CANNOT forget?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DURIANS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYEqoqZpMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QCcJDuUPW6A/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYEqoqZpMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QCcJDuUPW6A/s400/DSC01084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963138437948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course that wasn't all be bought. There were a lot more actually. I love durians. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 days. I'm finally home. Took the train there and back. What's missing is a dslr. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYJCXU3cqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A9M2PZ7UHYs/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYJCXU3cqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A9M2PZ7UHYs/s400/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342967944147595938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.. I'm back and fat. Anyone up for exercise?? I really need exercise. After that we can go for dim sum. xD Fine.. Salad maybe? EXERCISE!!!! Please tell me someone needs it as much as I do. Let's go Kiara Park or play netball or play badminton. Or go for a jog. Anything. Anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fortunately/Unfortunately, my holiday isn't ending yet. There's still Penang and Ipoh. And maybe Redang. T.T I don't wanna get any fatter. Penang and Ipoh's gonna be enough to kill me. I don't want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-         Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was away, I left something behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4408467696612544527?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4408467696612544527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4408467696612544527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4408467696612544527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4408467696612544527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/06/wandering-in-dark.html' title='Wandering In The Dark'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SiYEqwGgxyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Dblg3IjTfEA/s72-c/DSC01072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5525067255049247119</id><published>2009-05-26T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:43:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Always Knew Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been a very lazy person lately. As you can see, I haven't been blogging. xD I kinda like sleeping at 1 and waking up at 7. I'm getting used to it. Okay.. Not really. I'm like a pain in the ass in school when I'm tired. Maafkan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Terminator Salvation last night. It was the premiere. The amount of people there can easily suffocate a person. When you can get free popcorn and a small cup of pepsi, I guess this is what happens. This was sponsored by Domino's Pizza, so I have many many many free pizzas. Sure get fat. Die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdo9-h0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/5VdqU43pz0o/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdo9-h0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/5VdqU43pz0o/s400/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340092090321635138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdy7xyaI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xzSwaNmApYI/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdy7xyaI/AAAAAAAAAqE/xzSwaNmApYI/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340092092996766114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See the amount of people?! I've never seen people lining up outside the cinema like that. Particularly in Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdHOzTtI/AAAAAAAAAps/borI4RkmrNo/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdHOzTtI/AAAAAAAAAps/borI4RkmrNo/s400/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340092081265397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdVZJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAp0/BXwa4zXe34s/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdVZJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAp0/BXwa4zXe34s/s400/DSC01022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340092085066922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is a terminator t-shirt in a pizza box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the show was very good. Not what I expected. I wouldn't mind watching the show again. Hahaha. People who have a weak heart cannot watch. xD Have you seen a person jump 5 cm of the chair out of shock???? Ask my cousin, Low Karr-Nn how that was possible. Not only once by the way. Hilarious I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. I'm watching playhouse disney in Chinese. -_- Not of my own will okay. There's a kid in my house hogging the TV. I'm back to my childhood phase. Life's good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-          Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I refuse to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5525067255049247119?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5525067255049247119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5525067255049247119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5525067255049247119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5525067255049247119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-always-knew-why.html' title='I Always Knew Why'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShvRdo9-h0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/5VdqU43pz0o/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2127010631621442504</id><published>2009-05-22T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:34:10.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Is Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most of you know, EXAMS ARE OVER. History was... -_- as usual. Nothing I can say about it. I'm just too happy that the exams are over and I can come online without being threatened. For example " DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK THE COMPUTER?! GO OFF NOW! ". Haha. Yeahh.. Something like that. No. Exactly like that. But not only that. Shows how miserable my life is when there are examinations on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before the history paper which means yesterday. Hahaha. I couldn't be bothered to study although I knew I had to. The American Idol results did affect me. cb. cb. cb. I ended up with a few chapters in my brain. A few among 20++ chapters? I'm hopeless. I fall asleep too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I only get a few chapters in my brain among 20++ chapters?? Hahaha. Not only because of American Idol actually. When you have the radio on with a crazy surround system in the room and a very very entertaining finger-cuff, how to study you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5zi4amBI/AAAAAAAAApE/AmCzrVEGdlk/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5zi4amBI/AAAAAAAAApE/AmCzrVEGdlk/s400/DSC00997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588334738020370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5zpehsEI/AAAAAAAAApM/Q-Yc67eHJNY/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5zpehsEI/AAAAAAAAApM/Q-Yc67eHJNY/s400/DSC00999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588336508481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5z-TY_lI/AAAAAAAAApU/56aJTJRVa3M/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5z-TY_lI/AAAAAAAAApU/56aJTJRVa3M/s400/DSC01000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588342098918994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got those from Thailand many years ago. I lost the keys to it. xD So creative. Use scissors. :D I will never let someone I hate get handcuffed to me with my handcuffs. What if I lose the keys and the handcuffs cannot be opened without the keys. Omg. DON"T PLAY WITH HANDCUFFS. People I like then nevermind la. :D :D :D Okay. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the history paper, not all of us were totally free. We still had our Interact B.O.D interview. After 6 years not going for an interview, today I went for an interview. I hate the feeling when you have to wait for your turn. Not fun. Super super not fun. We were all freaking out while waiting. People were sitting at corners, standing by the corridor trying to get some quiet to memorise the Interact song and pledge. Hahaha. 3 hours wait. How do you think that felt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ50DHXvbI/AAAAAAAAApc/5bqmyGDrUfk/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ50DHXvbI/AAAAAAAAApc/5bqmyGDrUfk/s400/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588343390682546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ50UOd5DI/AAAAAAAAApk/X__fGOyEcAY/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ50UOd5DI/AAAAAAAAApk/X__fGOyEcAY/s400/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338588347983848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stress. Hahahaha. Kugan's lame jokes did help a little though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol. American Idol. Sighhh. T.T Not satisfied. I like what he wore while waiting for the results. :D Adam. Not Kris. If you didn't notice, Kris is always under dressed. Come on. It's the finale, a t-shirt and a coat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iamcoolonline.com/true-idols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 461px;" src="http://www.iamcoolonline.com/true-idols.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/8/3/8/4/28324838-28324839-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 264px;" src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/8/3/8/4/28324838-28324839-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/2/5/8/4/28324852-28324853-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 264px;" src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/2/5/8/4/28324852-28324853-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are the champions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why did the results turn out like that. I get horrible marks for my BM and English, I blame it on the American Idol results. So depressing. I was mourning half the day after that. Hahaha. My mom, my aunt and some other people were so happy that Kris Allen won but my dad and my sister's were being emotional over the results. T.T I was very very easily irritated by the Kris Allen fans' taunts yesterday. So not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, both of them will do well. I think I'm going to buy Adam Lambert's first album. Hahahaha. I'm such a hardcore fan. Clap hands.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-        Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took more than an hour to finish writting this post. -_- I'm awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2127010631621442504?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2127010631621442504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2127010631621442504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2127010631621442504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2127010631621442504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom-is-mine.html' title='Freedom Is Mine'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShZ5zi4amBI/AAAAAAAAApE/AmCzrVEGdlk/s72-c/DSC00997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1517174963669904797</id><published>2009-05-19T15:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:45:53.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing I Can Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When people call me weird, sometimes I really can't deny it. Let me give you an example. A person like me cannot fall asleep in class. Good? No. Why? Because when I finish my exam paper extremely fast and I'm left with 45 minutes, I CAN"T FUCKING SLEEP. -_- Today, I was doing my PJK paper while staring at my watch hoping to finish fast enough so I can TRY to sleep. I couldn't sleep. ):  I was and am damn damn damn tired. Everything seems blur to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShJgKa5pamI/AAAAAAAAAo8/na0-dsdQCXg/s1600-h/nosleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShJgKa5pamI/AAAAAAAAAo8/na0-dsdQCXg/s400/nosleep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337434240523528802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I won't be making piles of dust after I finish my papers and still get no sleep. I think I'd start cutting myself. -_- I am exaggerating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what??? American Idol's on live Thursday morning right? fml fml fml fml. Stupid school examinations. If it isn't for English,BM and Geo but some stupid subject, I swear to God I'd skip it to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lambert &lt;/span&gt;perform. :D Kris Allen too. I'm quite desperate for Adam Lambert to win. I actually read the newspaper after God knows how long just to read an article about him and American Idol and Kris Allen. (I hate newspapers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShJfXpZ8yQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/kyLGPaS-ROY/s1600-h/adam-top5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShJfXpZ8yQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/kyLGPaS-ROY/s400/adam-top5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337433368243783938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's a crazy nice white suit by the way. I love guys in suits. :D :D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I were to be in America, I'm sure I'd bang on the phone(vote) for Adam Lambert until my fingers bleed. Okay.. To make some happy, Kris Allen is good looking. -_- Okay looking actually, Heartless was awesome but I still want Adam to win. Come on.. you know Adam has a better voice and he's quite good looking too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep for half an hour then start studying. I want to cry. My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1517174963669904797?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1517174963669904797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1517174963669904797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1517174963669904797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1517174963669904797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-i-can-do.html' title='Nothing I Can Do'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ShJgKa5pamI/AAAAAAAAAo8/na0-dsdQCXg/s72-c/nosleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7871627020778675690</id><published>2009-05-16T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:53:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Name Of Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 papers down, many more to go. Hahaha. So far, English and Bm paper 2 is over and the most horrible paper ever, Moral is over as well. :D I'm not ready for math and science. Die die die. 5 more days to go. I have this weird problem. I can't study unless it's pass 12. So I've been sleeping late and waking up early. I don't want those eye bags. :( Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having roast pork twice in a week is no good for the stomach either. Haha. That's bullshit. It's so awesome but fattening. I've been eating quite a lot lately. Must be the pressure due to examinations. xD I know.. Bullshit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MXdirTdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Gj-QU1fJPxk/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MXdirTdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Gj-QU1fJPxk/s400/DSC00981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286574431391186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It tastes a lot better than it looks. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the mother asked Karr-Nn and I to teman her to OU just to eat dessert. -_- I know. She loves to call me fat but she loves to stuff me with food too. Life is good. And bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MXihcT1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/gf75yhN953c/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MXihcT1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/gf75yhN953c/s400/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286575768391506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't really like the dessert there. My mom loves it. I prefer Ice cream. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dessert, we went to the supermarket to buy some stuff and a lot of Yakult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MX1nUTZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/dTGDawcL3qo/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MX1nUTZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/dTGDawcL3qo/s400/DSC00983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286580893306258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MYLgkcOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/N2hHe2JuYZU/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MYLgkcOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/N2hHe2JuYZU/s400/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286586770583778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Note the price difference okay. The red one is RM 3.89 as you can see and the blue one is RM 4.50. What's the difference? The blue one has 50% less sugar. People are paying more to get less sugar. Hahaha. What's wrong with the world. People always complain about this and that being expensive. For example, they order food, pay a large amount and the portion doesn't turn out to be as big as they expected. They start complaining. But now, they pay more to get less sugar. Awesome. Shouldn't the price be cut down by half?? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so much like Beatrice. So calculative. :D Hi Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'm not like that. It's just fun to speak of the human mind sometimes. Hahah. I want to eat Ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when I go into Sun Moulin. Haha. They sell awesome bread. Very attractive in appearance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5elOj3u_I/AAAAAAAAAos/Il-_1hNm0dw/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5elOj3u_I/AAAAAAAAAos/Il-_1hNm0dw/s400/DSC00991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336306602137336818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love bread. My mother only wanted to buy a loaf of bread because I gobbled up those she bought not long ago. Kaya and butter &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and butter and butter&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with bread. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;We&lt;/s&gt; I ended up with this. We were only in the shop for less than 3 minutes so that pretty much shows that I grabbed almost everything that I saw attractive. I'm such a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MYdzUQ6I/AAAAAAAAAok/7W_gVhdpAwA/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MYdzUQ6I/AAAAAAAAAok/7W_gVhdpAwA/s400/DSC00990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336286591681053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:D I loveeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so full. I feel like sleeping but I can't cause I've to get back to studying which is quite impossible because it's not pass 12 a.m yet. I suck... No. I'm awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if I could study as though I'm keeping up with you. xD I'd score 7 A's. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7871627020778675690?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7871627020778675690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7871627020778675690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7871627020778675690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7871627020778675690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-name-of-art.html' title='In The Name Of Art'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sg5MXdirTdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Gj-QU1fJPxk/s72-c/DSC00981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1604501002054784791</id><published>2009-05-12T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:01:20.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Left Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Exams coming in 48 hours. I die.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karr-Nn&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(she's still not over wushu ball)&lt;/span&gt; and her brother who are unfortunately my cousins has nothing better to do other than throw tennis balls to each other in the house risking the chance of breaking everything breakable. -_- For example the Guan Yin statue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I hate and love my sisters. xD I guess not. Haha. On Saturday after I got home from grocery shopping with my kakak sulung and her boyfriend, she decided to ask me to try on a high waist skirt. Cb. Thinking that since I'm so damn fat, obviously I can't fit right. She dragged me all the way upstairs to try it on. -_- Drag I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I gave in and tried it on. Shut up people. You all will never see me in a skirt. Okay.. Anyway, I didn't break it. The zipping part. Ho ho. My sister didn't even bother trying to hook the buckle. Bitch. xD This is the conversation we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skirt trying 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kakak : Oh. The first one can la. Second one cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Who say cannot?! You didn't even try!&lt;br /&gt;*tries it myself* - success -&lt;br /&gt;Me : SEE! CAN!&lt;br /&gt;The kakak : OH MY GOD?! You can fit?! OMG!? GO SHOW DADDY! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm not that fat... AND NO! I'm not showing daddy.&lt;br /&gt;*Holds onto everything I can hug* - fail -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister managed to drag(again) me to the stairs. My father came running up the stairs just to see. Wtf. So hard to believe that I'm not fat is it? First the were people who didn't believe that I'm my mom's daughter instead of sister and now my family members don't believe that I'm not fat. -_- Nevermind. After my dad, my sister started screaming for her boyfriend to see. cb cb cb cb cb cb cb. He ran up in less than 2 seconds. He gave the same reaction my sister gave. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imway2fat.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/no-fat-people-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="http://imway2fat.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/no-fat-people-sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know this is a no fat people sign which is quite mean but I'll take it as a I'm not fat sign okay. :D I used to be fat. No discrimination. My sister finally got over me being able to fit the skirt after telling every single family member of mine. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know why I don't like eating apples. It is because I suck in cutting apples. The seed area especially. I cut 12 apples the other day. My right hand died. Being close to losing a finger or two is not fun. Things I do for my mother. And food. Oh well, we enjoyed our 100 bucks pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister and I are the lousiet buyers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1604501002054784791?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1604501002054784791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1604501002054784791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1604501002054784791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1604501002054784791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-left-of-me.html' title='What&apos;s Left Of Me'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4661017077551520853</id><published>2009-05-09T19:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:02:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Near Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I went for some interact charity thing at the Chempaka Buddhist Lodge. Served people diluted tea, walked in and out of the dining area uncountable times, almost broke my back, almost burnt my hand, washed cups, walked around after the washing and went to the park :). All for a good cause. I felt happy. I feel happy although I feel like I'm going to die now. Still happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I discovered quite a few cool stuff in China. :) Two only actually. The day that I was gonna leave China, I saw this cool machine outside the hotel. Haha. 9 days there and only on the 9th day I saw it. So ignorant. Wanna know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVml1xhZGI/AAAAAAAAAns/IiUsUZW75_c/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVml1xhZGI/AAAAAAAAAns/IiUsUZW75_c/s400/DSC00968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333782133966201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Condom Self-Service" "No Aids" The buttons: "1 yuan(rm 0.50), 2 yuan(rm 1.00), 3 yuan(rm 1.50)" (For those who don't know how to read Chinese). Freaking cheap condoms right? Probably all of them come with holes. But look at the machine, looks like it has pretty good business. It looks overused. I regret not buying some back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I saw. Hmm.. On the way to dinner, I passed a shop that had you know those kind of standing sign boards sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a lit up white standing sign board. About half of my height? On the sign board outside a shop, it stated " SEX ". HAHAHA. And some other Chinese words la. Don't know how to read. Public area okay. Not even some red district area. Just an area. I glanced into the shop and I think all those accessories were sold there. You know what I mean. xD  I also regret I didn't get to go into that shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has China done to me. T.T Enough with sex and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the signboard of another shop, a tattoo shop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVmmJmaTMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tprVQXQhg2k/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVmmJmaTMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tprVQXQhg2k/s400/DSC00967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333782139288308930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since the words were upside down, I had to turn my head upside down to read it. Literally la. I still didn't get it though. I didn't bother looking at the pictures right beside the sign board la okay. xD "TOTOO". Hahaaha. Looks like it right???  I plan to get a tattoo some day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought playboy shoes!!!! I think I like the playboy bag more than the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVmmSeFT0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/td2rqTANKHQ/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVmmSeFT0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/td2rqTANKHQ/s400/DSC00930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333782141669297986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mom gave it away. :( I want my playboy bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-       Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I stay longer. 15 minutes. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4661017077551520853?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4661017077551520853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4661017077551520853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4661017077551520853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4661017077551520853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So Near Yet So Far'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgVml1xhZGI/AAAAAAAAAns/IiUsUZW75_c/s72-c/DSC00968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7020658274762702713</id><published>2009-05-06T16:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:31:50.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Forget, Don't You Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello :) The nightmare's back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. For two days already actually. I was just too lazy to blog. Too tired in fact. So what did I do in China.. nothing actually. Only sit down and read the history text book while waiting for my mom to finish her tuning lessons. It's not a short period of time by the way. It was from 9-12 and then it continues for 2.30 to 5. Five days. I'm awesome. History's actually quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read up to chapter 6. :D Clap hands. Oh oh. I actually had two days to shop. And yes, we used up a lot of money. My MOM used a lot of money. Other than that, all we do is eat and sleep. The weather was really good. Unlike here in Malaysia -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from all around the world attended the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; chi/80&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grandmaster birthday thing. People who know how to speak English, people who speak Spanish, etc etc. It was like a blessing to hear people speaking proper English after 2 days walking around listening to people speak in only mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFGgiRu_nI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N3uFJsgjbLQ/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFGgiRu_nI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N3uFJsgjbLQ/s400/DSC00963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332620958554324594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I attempted to kill myself because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was too bored and I started thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I was joking. I hurt myself when I was half awake while trying to pull my phone charger from under the bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; I ought to get 7 A's (joke). Everyday in China, I wake up at 6.30. "Holiday". The sun rises at 5.30 so I can't sleep. It's hard to wake up late. I thought it was 10 o'clock when I woke up in the morning the next day after I arrived in China. Let me show you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFQrZr9PFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8MRvYJKDLQ4/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFQrZr9PFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/8MRvYJKDLQ4/s400/DSC00936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332632140343229522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.39 a.m. -_- Sun goes down quite early as well. Sleep at maybe 9 or 10 everyday? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFPIe9xtWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6KvWEFuzIdM/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFPIe9xtWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6KvWEFuzIdM/s400/DSC00957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332630440953099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shanghai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bund&lt;/span&gt; for the fourth time. Crazy cold I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFPIATKo4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/OBJDhBJq4N8/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFPIATKo4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/OBJDhBJq4N8/s400/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332630432721314690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sweet strawberry. Really. Not sour at all. I miss it. :( The sprite there tastes different too. Tastes better of course. I only drink sprite and beer there. Well mostly sprite and beer. :D I have very few pictures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maafkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People from China are inconsiderate. Why? They don't bother about traffic lights, I doubt they care about driving into someone. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, you're lucky to not hear a hon for a whole 10 minutes. Malaysia's good in some ways. People don't spit everywhere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sister went to Thailand and got my dog a bath robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFGhEjQ8AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JzdiDnwBaWk/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFGhEjQ8AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JzdiDnwBaWk/s400/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332620967754657794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cute right? We didn't have that on her for long. It'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;categorized&lt;/span&gt; under pet abuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-    Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got what I wanted. What I needed. The truth. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7020658274762702713?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7020658274762702713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7020658274762702713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7020658274762702713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7020658274762702713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-you-forget-dont-you-forget.html' title='Did You Forget, Don&apos;t You Forget'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SgFGgiRu_nI/AAAAAAAAAm8/N3uFJsgjbLQ/s72-c/DSC00963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8048632380714006021</id><published>2009-04-26T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:11:29.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Sea Of People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be leaving for China in aproximately 7 hours. My dog was being a bitch just now. Let me tell you why. I was patting her gently. GENTLY. And she went crazy as usual. She tried to bite me, I pulled my hand back and my arm hit a table. So so painful. I guess I'm gonna get another scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fucking hot lately. Like sauna in a Genting First World room toilet. The amount of space going with the heat can kill a person and cook a chicken. Compare the weather here with the weather in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfMyJqGEsyI/AAAAAAAAAms/r5lEEXASOrA/s1600-h/weather+KL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfMyJqGEsyI/AAAAAAAAAms/r5lEEXASOrA/s400/weather+KL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328657925609403170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfMyJi3xeiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6apFIFG82Ec/s1600-h/weather+shanghai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfMyJi3xeiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6apFIFG82Ec/s400/weather+shanghai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328657923670374946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12-20 degrees isn't too cold. That's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9 days there. I'll stuff myself and come back fat. Easy job. That was a joke. I don't want to get fat. I'll try not to. I'll try as hard as possible not to. Although quite impossible because even the food they send in the hotel is cheap. Usually it's so expensive that you don't even dare touch any of the food prepared but yeah.. it's dirt cheap there. Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after I get back from China, it'd be the mid-year examinations. Life sucks. Gahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you. It's carved, I've once told you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8048632380714006021?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8048632380714006021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8048632380714006021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-sea-of-people.html' title='In A Sea Of People'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfMyJqGEsyI/AAAAAAAAAms/r5lEEXASOrA/s72-c/weather+KL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-276629602272635767</id><published>2009-04-25T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:56:24.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 1.30 a.m and my sister brought friends over to play with the nintendo wii. Great. There goes my quiet moments. Raving Rabbits + My sister's friends + My dogs barking = I die. I know I didn't get this equation wrong. So sinful to eat McD's chocolate sundae now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me talk about my day. I didn't go to school. :D Went for lunch and my mom's tyre punctured. I have no idea how a tyre can puncture like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfH4og_QtSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RwxRxnhbEOo/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfH4og_QtSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RwxRxnhbEOo/s400/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328313209089733922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday I'm leaving for China. Somehow I don't feel like going. I'm going to miss 5 days of school, I'm gonna miss a lot of things. And some people. I know it's only 10 days. xD I've nothing to talk about.. I'll blog again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-   Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've never left to somewhere this far eversince you came around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-276629602272635767?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/276629602272635767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=276629602272635767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/276629602272635767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/276629602272635767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-only-you.html' title='There Is Only You'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SfH4og_QtSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RwxRxnhbEOo/s72-c/DSC00914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7167375424089656939</id><published>2009-04-22T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:47:06.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate mosquitoes. I hate flies. Especially those that fly around your head as if it's trying to taunt you. I don't dare to kill flies honestly. They are big, hard and disgusting. Usually, we kill mosquitoes but not flies right. Have you ever tried catching a fly? I never caught one. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cirrusimage.com/Flies/blow_fly_Cynomyopsis_cadaverina-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.cirrusimage.com/Flies/blow_fly_Cynomyopsis_cadaverina-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is not easy to catch a fly. Go around your house, look for a fly and try to step on it if you don't dare to touch one with your hands. You'd look like some lunatic trying to do something close to impossible. I've tried it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only did it because I have no idea how does my maid catch a fly. Easy for her. When she gets hold of it, she'd hold it by the legs and pluck off the wings. :D Go die stupid fly. You're partially paralyzed. And and, her aiming is so good that she can just take a cloth and fling it. Bye bye fly. You're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I'm talking about flies is because there is one somewhere near to where I'm sitting now. I literally destroyed my mathematics exercise book trying to kill it. Stupid fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hatiku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beterbangan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid things I say in class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7167375424089656939?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7167375424089656939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7167375424089656939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7167375424089656939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7167375424089656939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-get-drunk.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Drunk'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6068558680698386456</id><published>2009-04-15T17:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:06:51.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Line Is It Anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been skipping school a lot lately. :D Didn't go to school again today because I had to renew my passport. A week before I leave for China, I find out my passport's expired. Haha. Awesome. I've been blogging literally once a week. Nothing to blog about you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passport picture looks retarded. I'm not retarded! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut up Beatrice. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SeWqChIsw2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/9DNslmOnMFI/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SeWqChIsw2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/9DNslmOnMFI/s400/DSC00879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324849094666797922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just noticed that I look like my eldest sister when she was younger. Oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, if you're under 18, either your mom or dad has to accompany you to do your passport. So the sister was there by my side, and my mom next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imigration person: So how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 15.&lt;br /&gt;Imigration person: She's your daugter? -to my sister-&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Huh?! No. *turns to my mom*. Do more tai chi. Oh no... I look so old.&lt;br /&gt;*three of us burst into laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing the imigration person still let me renew my passport after 'sort of' laughing at her. Sorry lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another imigration person. Another counter that I had to go to. Gave everything to her except for my IC. My mom's was with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imigration person 2: Umur berapa tahun ini?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lima belas.&lt;br /&gt;*stares at me with a shocked look. Then looks at my mom.*  WHAT?! Do I look younger than 15 or older? :(&lt;br /&gt;Imigration person 2: *Held up my mom's IC* Saya ingat ini kamu.&lt;br /&gt;O.O Do I look 48?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha. Bukan la. Itu mak saya.&lt;br /&gt;*gave her my IC*&lt;br /&gt;Imigration person 2: Nampak muka sama saja.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SeWxChRzfgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2NG3aotJPo4/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SeWxChRzfgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2NG3aotJPo4/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324856791286382082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helllooooo?! Does my mom look 15 or do I look 48??? My goodness. The conversation was longer than that actually. I cut it short. Haha. My mom has a different haircut now though. She probably looks younger. But not 33 years younger la right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for tuition now. Which means miss american idol again. ): I hate miley cyrus. I love adam lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be alright. It's probably a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6068558680698386456?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6068558680698386456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6068558680698386456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6068558680698386456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6068558680698386456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/04/whose-line-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Line Is It Anyway?'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SeWqChIsw2I/AAAAAAAAAmE/9DNslmOnMFI/s72-c/DSC00879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4611052969958504920</id><published>2009-04-09T20:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:15:27.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Find It Hard To Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's either msn or streamyx that's being stupid. -_- stupid connection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss primary school life. You see those medals there? From standard 1 all the way to standard 6. I know some of the medals are off bad quality but you see the last few. Quite nice what. Hahaha. I feel so useless now. xD haha. I have a trophy also actually. Olahragawati trophy. 2004. You see.. everything is possible. Hellooo..... I, Phang Roze Nn was Olahragawati. HAHAHAHA. What a joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qN6cAEDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qGSkovvjy8g/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qN6cAEDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qGSkovvjy8g/s400/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322667859367694386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3rb89FnEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/datfQDkywyo/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3rb89FnEI/AAAAAAAAAl8/datfQDkywyo/s400/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322669200073137218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many silver medals. xD I was red house netball captain last year so yeah.. extra. Only one is mine. Sucks right? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, stayed back in school and do nothing. We(Inkkie, Szen Li, Michelle, Jorleen, Karr-Nn) attempted to eat 50 packets of Apollo. Failed. We noticed that it wasn't cheap and that all of us were broke. We did eat 10 packets though.  Went to the library. Checked out almost every year's Samudra. Laughed so much that the librarians had to shut us up a few times. I'm really lazy to think now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My brain hurts (inside joke).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qNq9kkHI/AAAAAAAAAls/m1XHkdk9RmY/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qNq9kkHI/AAAAAAAAAls/m1XHkdk9RmY/s400/DSC00862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322667855213531250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so happy that I'm not in form 1 or 2 anymore. That's the most dreadful thing ever. Lining up after recess. I hated it. I still hate it. And I'll always hate it. Under the hot sun. Whoever who thought of this idea is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for some who has heart problem. Brain problem. Whatever problem. Feel free to get out of here. I have some stuff which might burn your eyes and make you blind for the rest of your life. Guys especially. If any guys actually read this blog. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel free to click the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; button. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qNGougZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3rWeO0eCVgw/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qNGougZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/3rWeO0eCVgw/s400/DSC00853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322667845462426002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls, ever thought of being pregnant??&lt;br /&gt;Think again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pierces right through; you can't ignore. I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4611052969958504920?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4611052969958504920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4611052969958504920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4611052969958504920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4611052969958504920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-find-it-hard-to-take.html' title='I Find It Hard To Take'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sd3qN6cAEDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qGSkovvjy8g/s72-c/DSC00816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8400521751824176126</id><published>2009-04-04T19:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:25:21.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause You Keep Me From Falling Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got my zippo. I also got the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gisele_B%C3%BCndchen"&gt;ipanema&lt;/a&gt; flip flops. :D Spending money never felt so good. I paid 100++ for my zippo. Of course my mom paid for the flip flops. It's been quite a boring week. Other than buying stuff yeah.. Nothing special. Learning zippo tricks is fun but painful by the way. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than having 3 meals before it was 2 o'clock today, I took pictures of my zippo, flip flops and psp. haha. Nothing to do la okay. xD Come come. Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd1-C4FyKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/euRWW3AZ8H4/s1600-h/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd1-C4FyKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/euRWW3AZ8H4/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320851193546000546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd19UlRxmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fE2ZMfc-tMw/s1600-h/DSC_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd19UlRxmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fE2ZMfc-tMw/s400/DSC_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320851181119063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SddzHiWsllI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UFhqqNz1Vx8/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SddzHiWsllI/AAAAAAAAAk0/UFhqqNz1Vx8/s400/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320848058079811154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd19m7_G6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/O8RKArBIxqE/s1600-h/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd19m7_G6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/O8RKArBIxqE/s400/DSC_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320851186046147490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love love love love love DSLR cameras'. My flip flops is the one that's brown in colour. Sister owns the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between Beatrice and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: Why you reply so slow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I'm online.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: So? Doesn't mean you cannot reply me right?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I replied you didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: But so late! Make me wait so long.&lt;br /&gt;Me: When you have to wait, things seem more valuable.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: So you're trying to make yourself look more valuable? Haha. Not me. I've got no patience to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;-_- continuing....&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am nothing worth then.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: You're worth everything!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But you don't have the patience to appreciate any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on and on..    We're so dramatic. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to school early on monday so that I can go to the gazeebo to give her a hug and wish her luck because she's going for volleyball tournament. Sorry la Beatrice. I don't think I can make myself get up so early. xD not special enough for me to sacrifice half an hour of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SddzHl6TagI/AAAAAAAAAks/uApC17QSWzE/s1600-h/collage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SddzHl6TagI/AAAAAAAAAks/uApC17QSWzE/s400/collage-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320848059034462722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having thought that I would be okay if I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was when I found that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8400521751824176126?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8400521751824176126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8400521751824176126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8400521751824176126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8400521751824176126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-you-keep-me-from-falling-apart.html' title='Cause You Keep Me From Falling Apart'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sdd1-C4FyKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/euRWW3AZ8H4/s72-c/DSC_0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3885610837073548532</id><published>2009-03-29T22:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:11:44.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Break Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;telah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meluangkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hair saloon kat Jaya One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My BM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So anyway, yeah. I was in the hair saloon from 12-3? Cut my hair. No no. Chopped my hair off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's really really hard to tie my hair now since it's layered. Super layered. I think I'd start leaving my hair down whenever I go out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sc-GA_Elk8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/TvzYBaH0scY/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sc-GA_Elk8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/TvzYBaH0scY/s400/DSC00813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318617036436640706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea why on earth I look so pale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the mother to finish her hair treatment. I was busy taking sweets and staring at everyone else who were doing their hair there. It was boring until someone had their hair permed. The machine is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;canggih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;canggih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually. I've seen it in one of the museums in Shanghai. Museum you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sc-FV0FBmhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/vzLzyG2ciTI/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sc-FV0FBmhI/AAAAAAAAAkc/vzLzyG2ciTI/s400/DSC00794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318616294751312402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool right? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one day to figure out how to tie my hair so that it doesn't look messy when I do. Yes. That means I'm not going to school tomorrow. Yes. Because of my hair. -_- OF COURSE NOT because of my hair la. It's because I don't wanna go for assembly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm such a pig I know. But one hour and ten minutes is really a little insane and inappropriate. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really stupid happened. No. Almost happened this morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I was having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wushu&lt;/span&gt;. Then it was time to rest. Was there playing with my phone with some little girl. Then her little brother was standing on my chair. By the side. While I was talking to his sister, he suddenly leaned front and attempted to &lt;s&gt;kiss me&lt;/s&gt;. I'm telling you.. it's not the ordinary little kid &lt;s&gt;kiss&lt;/s&gt; okay. And he didn't aim for the cheek. -_- WHAT THE **** man?! He's only 4 years old. Already he has raging hormones. I swear to God I'm never gonna be anywhere near him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Get him away from her! "  Hahaha. A friend said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My smile is my make up I wear since my break up with you" (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3885610837073548532?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3885610837073548532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3885610837073548532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3885610837073548532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3885610837073548532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-easy-to-trace.html' title='Never Break Your Heart'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sc-GA_Elk8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/TvzYBaH0scY/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5987814444888607489</id><published>2009-03-28T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:51:15.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote For Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are supposed to switch of our lights today from 8.30-9.30. That's if you're voting for Earth. Support &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/about/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;. Everything has been going hay-wire because of global warming. -_- We're assholes and we know that. So let's just be non-assholes for one hour and try to save the world for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the people who plan to rob us when we turn off our lights. Hope they fall down in the dark and bang their heads on the corners of our sharp tables and chairs. :X They should stay home; turn off their lights and take care of their house in case other robbers plan to rob them. Stupid jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mohdzaid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/earth-hour-malaysia-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 385px;" src="http://mohdzaid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/earth-hour-malaysia-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turn off your lights okay?  It's just one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We all have a vote, and every single vote counts. Together we can take control of the future of our planet, for future generations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that this is the 100th post on amnz. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5987814444888607489?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5987814444888607489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5987814444888607489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5987814444888607489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5987814444888607489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-for-earth.html' title='Vote For Earth'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2020550853251135007</id><published>2009-03-26T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:03:18.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Overdose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct8QNfnrgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EX0ErENzytk/s1600-h/beatrice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct8QNfnrgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EX0ErENzytk/s400/beatrice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317480402983038466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Click to get a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and tell me what she means by it. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need ya'll to tell me two other things other than that. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct6aX2cGrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/O49mOA7ddi4/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct6aX2cGrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/O49mOA7ddi4/s400/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317478378538539698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is this a dinosaur? Or a dragon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a debate between my cousin and I. It's a dinosaur right?! I know my dinosaurs and dragons! Aiya.. Should have told my cousin that I am closer to my baby years than she is. Take a look at what my psp did to my poor thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct6ajuf7lI/AAAAAAAAAkM/3fh78J-G9xE/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct6ajuf7lI/AAAAAAAAAkM/3fh78J-G9xE/s400/DSC00742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317478381726461522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a blister because I was too excited playing Street Fighter. xD Ain't I awesome? I've been hurting myself too much lately. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2020550853251135007?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2020550853251135007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2020550853251135007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2020550853251135007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2020550853251135007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicken-overdose.html' title='Chicken Overdose'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sct8QNfnrgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EX0ErENzytk/s72-c/beatrice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6523331331676412725</id><published>2009-03-24T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:14:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Things I Said To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tetanus tetanus tetanus. This is one of the most painful jabs' ever. But it wasn't as painful as how I expected it to be. Not the injecting. It's the after effect. I'm quite lucky because my arm didn't get the hard lump. The numbness came and went off in school. Now it just feels a little weird. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I searched for the side effects of this injection online -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This medication may cause irritation, redness, swelling, warmth, itching, bruising, pain and a hard lump at the injection site which lasts a few days up to a week. Other side effects include low grade fever, muscle or joint aches, general body discomfort, flushing or itching. If these symptoms continue or become bothersome, inform your doctor. Notify your doctor if you experience any of the following after vaccination with this medication: tingling of the hands or feet, hearing difficulties, trouble swallowing, skin rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. If you notice other effects not listed above, contact your doctor or pharmacist.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthline.com/blogs/outdoor_health/uploaded_images/tetanusvaccine-717442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.healthline.com/blogs/outdoor_health/uploaded_images/tetanusvaccine-717442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can read other stuff &lt;a href="http://www.medicinenet.com/tetanus_toxoid-injection/article.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Msn messenger is still stupid. It hanged 5 times before I finally managed to sign in. Curse msn. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-    Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shouldn't have said anything about the injection. My hand's starting to hurt and become numb again. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6523331331676412725?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6523331331676412725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6523331331676412725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6523331331676412725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6523331331676412725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-things-i-said-to-you.html' title='All The Things I Said To You'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6254772341584203296</id><published>2009-03-23T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:41:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Tell Me Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I HATE THE NEW MSN! ^&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;!^#$*&amp;amp;!#$&amp;amp;*!*&amp;amp;#@!*@ I tell you.. It's the worse thing msn has ever created. -_- It's impossible to delete it after you install it. Actually not impossible.. but it is if you don't have some &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/security/malwareremove/default.mspx"&gt;software&lt;/a&gt; to delete it. Sucks right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT INSTALL IT IF YOU HAVE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Other than the cool scene thing that we can choose, there's no advantages to it. It sucks. It sucks. It sucks. Then there's the Send/ Don't send thing that always pops out after I sign in. Also, the whole thing hangs when I click sign in and decide to cancel. So stupid. Wasted my time TRYING to delete it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just started today. I miss my holiday already. ): I couldn't sleep last night so today I woke up super super super late. The usual time is 6.15 but this morning I woke up at 6.45. Haha. Don't ask me how fast I took to get ready. I wasn't late for school. Neither was I late for the bus. In short, I got ready VERY FAST. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think more than 5 people were about to faint today during assembly. Maybe 2 fainted. Haha. We stood there for 1 hour and 10 minutes. Not a good way to 'celebrate' the starting of school again eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jFgOqdirRY/SCsZb4cU2nI/AAAAAAAABGg/1GP6DSoTFpg/s400/faint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jFgOqdirRY/SCsZb4cU2nI/AAAAAAAABGg/1GP6DSoTFpg/s400/faint.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently it's been so hot that it can kill weih. That makes me hate school even more. The weather doesn't support us students to go back to school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-         Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting it out was the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6254772341584203296?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6254772341584203296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6254772341584203296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6254772341584203296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6254772341584203296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-tell-me-why.html' title='You Can Tell Me Why'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__jFgOqdirRY/SCsZb4cU2nI/AAAAAAAABGg/1GP6DSoTFpg/s72-c/faint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8879133401730846068</id><published>2009-03-21T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:13:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Find My Way Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ten days has passed. Haha. Time's flying by as I wish. Holiday's over. I still don't like school. Tetanus is next week. Good thing I'm not scared of injections. =D My stupid sister's trying to scare the shit out of me saying that she teared when she took that injection. I'm still not scared. Fear the injection EVERYONE! I'm so mean. Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.p-jones.demon.co.uk/images/matron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.p-jones.demon.co.uk/images/matron.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beatrice! Still excited? Hahaha. So anyway, last night at 2 a.m when there was nothing to do, Beatrice and I surveyed nursery rhymes. Those common ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. Sing Bah Bah Black sheep.. I don't know if the one we were brought up with was another version, original also or just edited. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original sings ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Bah, Bah a black Sheep,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Have you any Wool?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Yes merry have I,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Three Bags full, One for my master,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;One for my Dame,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;One for the little Boy&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;That lives down the lane.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We sing ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Baa, baa, black sheep,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Have you any &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wool" title="Wool"&gt;wool&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Yes sir, yes sir,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Three bags full.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;One for the master,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;One for the dame,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And one for the little boy&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Who lives down the lane.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see.. when it's 2 a.m and there's really nothing to do, something that's actually beneficial is to look for nursery rhymes. For more you can go to &lt;a href="http://constantadrenaline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beatrice's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Put on some sunglasses before you go there. That girl's very fond of hurting peoples' eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wikihow.com/images/b/bc/Freaked_out_cartoon_character.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.wikihow.com/images/b/bc/Freaked_out_cartoon_character.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no way you can open your eyes that big when you go there. Mouth can la. Not eyes. Hahaha. I hate you too Beatrice. xD EIH?! Beatrice! You know what? You look like that! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Joking joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We're a happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; With a great big hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And a &lt;s&gt;kiss&lt;/s&gt; from me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Won't you say you love me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We're best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Like friends should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; With a great big hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And a &lt;s&gt;kiss&lt;/s&gt; from me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Won't you say you love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know that the last part existed. Lousy wei. Barney used to be my best friend and I didn't know the whole song. ): I used to love that purple dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-        Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A kiss from me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8879133401730846068?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8879133401730846068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8879133401730846068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8879133401730846068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8879133401730846068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-to-find-my-way-back-home.html' title='Trying To Find My Way Back Home'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6530970048515659085</id><published>2009-03-19T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:42:28.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Starry Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beatrice is an idiot and ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e's nothing anyone can say to change that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ScEeEm1HH-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/unI8F7YL30o/s1600-h/untitled-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ScEeEm1HH-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/unI8F7YL30o/s400/untitled-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562099765518306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm blogging because she made me blog. I had and have nothing to blog about so she asked me to blog about her. I know she just wants her name to appear on this page more often. LOA right? Stupid girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ScEeEBfp2MI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KR2lj0XAISI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ScEeEBfp2MI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KR2lj0XAISI/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562089743407298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the kind of conversations I have with her. Such a waste of time. I know. xD Don't cry Beatrice. I blogged already. Be happy. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday. Today is the 18th of March. Today is the day I baked cookies. Today is the day I thank God I didn't kill anyone with the cookies I baked. Today is the day I passed the Patapon level that I had difficulties passing for 2 days. I'm very bored. Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbbook.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/patapon_competition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 218px;" src="http://thumbbook.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/patapon_competition.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My psp has been accompanying me for the past 3 days. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patapon"&gt;Patapon&lt;/a&gt; rocks. It's very addictive. Hahaha. Add another point to how low-lived I am. I can't deny it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a freaking loser man. xD I have to finish all my homework tomorrow. I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgot and it seems like it didn't and doesn't matter. It does a whole lot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6530970048515659085?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6530970048515659085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6530970048515659085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6530970048515659085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6530970048515659085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/starry-starry-moon.html' title='Starry Starry Moon'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/ScEeEm1HH-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/unI8F7YL30o/s72-c/untitled-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8034402035863411942</id><published>2009-03-17T11:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:09:56.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went out with the OLDER people yesterday. Had japanese buffet at Shogun and found out that Jorleen eats as much as Karr-Nn does. haha. They became good friends. "Eh come lets go take food" "OH! Okay okay! Let's go!"   *comes back with a plate full of food*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, we went to the upper roof and decided to play baseball. The satisfaction when you hit the ball is not explainable. xD Good place to release stress. My waist hurts like crazy now. Haha. Muscle pain. It's worth the pain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3360227644_8f44e5e83c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3564/3360227644_8f44e5e83c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/3359412539_591416f7ab.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 291px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/3359412539_591416f7ab.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you know, people like them cannot live one minute without camwhoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model picture take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3359415245_325b98816f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 297px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3359415245_325b98816f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See what I mean by Karr-Nn and Jorleen becoming best friends? Look behind the three posers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Model picture take 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3359418641_2e66cefcb3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 295px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3359418641_2e66cefcb3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at Michelle! Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Model picture take 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3631/3360241622_9717633313.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3631/3360241622_9717633313.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3360222582_d9749b0d7e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 470px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3360222582_d9749b0d7e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Szen Li's solo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3359436481_2304185ecb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3359436481_2304185ecb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rafael and Inkkie. (Girl's toilet btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all the camwhoring. We still had a lot of time. So Eddie, Szen Li and Michelle decided to go to the arcade. OH OH! And Eddie almost dropped my phone. Thank goodness he caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3360260058_fc7045a98c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 291px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3360260058_fc7045a98c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3359448713_e95cf55f0e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3359448713_e95cf55f0e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So hard to take a picture of her standing still. Explains how into the game she was. Haha. So.. finally it was 4.30, we went watch Marley &amp;amp; Me. Yes yes. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3360285154_5773c38192.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 460px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3442/3360285154_5773c38192.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look what happened after the show. I could only get a picture of Michelle. Not easy okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3360269462_62e7bf984d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 453px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3360269462_62e7bf984d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wiping off the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went dinner at New York New York Deli after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3360292712_4b2ea89ede.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3431/3360292712_4b2ea89ede.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate fondue for desert. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had loads of fun with them yesterday. I think I burnt off quite a lot of fats just by laughing. And I just noticed that Eddie screams like a girl. Hahahahah! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8034402035863411942?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8034402035863411942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8034402035863411942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8034402035863411942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8034402035863411942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-illusion.html' title='A Big Illusion'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1180559315242146475</id><published>2009-03-14T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:44:15.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Always Be A Part Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My internet connection died for two days. I thought I wasn't gonna live. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11's over. I'm officially 15 now. Thank You Amanda and Marianne. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOgLbeFCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/29qVXzNnaTw/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOgLbeFCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/29qVXzNnaTw/s400/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313067237632775202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last bit of my birthday cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I've never liked cats. I still don't like cats but look at this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOhIbNsUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fVQiklfMmD0/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOhIbNsUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fVQiklfMmD0/s400/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313067254006264130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOg60GJuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/60KjLR_QQJs/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOg60GJuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/60KjLR_QQJs/s400/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313067250352531170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOguWm25I/AAAAAAAAAjM/zm31KHfVVsQ/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOguWm25I/AAAAAAAAAjM/zm31KHfVVsQ/s400/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313067247007619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So adorable. Agree agree?  But I still don't like cats. They freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United lost to Liverpool 4-1. What a disgrace wei. I feel shy to wear the MU shirt at this moment. How can?! They really should eat my dog's poo sometimes. They never win important matches. I didn't watch this time some more. I guess I'm not bad luck after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOgQTPMGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PvX43zUP8AM/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOgQTPMGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PvX43zUP8AM/s400/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313067238940422242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My dog's poo. I think she ate sweet potatoes. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-       Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I never felt this disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1180559315242146475?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1180559315242146475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1180559315242146475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1180559315242146475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1180559315242146475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-always-be-part-of-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Always Be A Part Of Me'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbvOgLbeFCI/AAAAAAAAAi8/29qVXzNnaTw/s72-c/DSC00656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3803248085859322518</id><published>2009-03-14T11:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:01:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did it For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11 march;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sbsom4pj1PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2j0qQRSRnpU/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312884833920472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sbsom4pj1PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2j0qQRSRnpU/s400/EOS+1000D+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AMN&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy fifteenth birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you! &lt;3&lt;/span&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;/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;/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="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3803248085859322518?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3803248085859322518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3803248085859322518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3803248085859322518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3803248085859322518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-march-amn-z-zenn-happy-fifteenth.html' title='I Did it For You'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sbsom4pj1PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2j0qQRSRnpU/s72-c/EOS+1000D+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1578923935277774282</id><published>2009-03-10T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:42:42.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hello world(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess who? ;X hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep guessing while i bore you to death with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-so-awesome-post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was canteen day. Unfortunately, it was horibble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The food itself was a disaster, so need i say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm currently wondering whythehell is everyone not online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PHANGROZENN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like hello?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your birthday is tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Im willing to stay up just to wish you okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, be greatful;D&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm So Very Bored &amp;amp; Sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Therefore, my brains are not working as i wish it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll see you in another year or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And just incase you're still wondering whothehell am i,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mariannechincheeyen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&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/3074305638165476669-1578923935277774282?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1578923935277774282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1578923935277774282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1578923935277774282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1578923935277774282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world-guess-who-x-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7611936974013324948</id><published>2009-03-10T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:40:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's baaacccckkk =)</title><content type='html'>I feel bad for not updating this blog! So here goes nothing! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, I went for Kembara camp. It was pretty awesome. Just a few bruises and cuts and lotsa tan!And I definitely embarassed my self ALOT! But I did it for the fun of it! So I was okay with it! :DD&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Oh wells,rather be more sporting than being a loner huh! ;D Oh yeah! I am NEVER EVER EVER gonna see anyone clean a fish EVER AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!!!! Hurray for me for I am now toothless(4 teeth only kayyy) ~&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put on my braces next week! DONT LAUGH! In 2 years time you'll be seeing me with nice straight teeth =))) ! I hope this post should be enough ! HAHAH! At least I took some effot to post something up! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmmm!!! I wonder whose Birthday is it tomorrow! I really do wonder who~(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A whole new chapter perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh lord,I really need some help!sigghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Jason Mraz-I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxox,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7611936974013324948?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7611936974013324948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7611936974013324948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7611936974013324948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7611936974013324948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-baaacccckkk.html' title='She&apos;s baaacccckkk =)'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3338599214029278627</id><published>2009-03-10T15:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:33:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Light Shines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday, I went out with my sister and her friends. Again. Watched Marley and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://impawards.com/2008/posters/marley_and_me_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://impawards.com/2008/posters/marley_and_me_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a good movie. But the book's definitely better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYd3DeDwII/AAAAAAAAAhs/C1JiukfmgVk/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311465642191470722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYd3DeDwII/AAAAAAAAAhs/C1JiukfmgVk/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's my sister's friend and her sister. And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYd2373E1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZeVqeyl1qoo/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311465639095243602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYd2373E1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZeVqeyl1qoo/s320/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's a flattened fly. Disgusting right? It should blame itself for being so stubborn. Don't know how to fly away when we shoo it. -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday was a holiday and I was bored. Photoshop accompanied me the whole day. Damn low life right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYk8CgBoFI/AAAAAAAAAis/CUUfG8kdvqE/s1600-h/Roze+Nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311473424412024914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYk8CgBoFI/AAAAAAAAAis/CUUfG8kdvqE/s320/Roze+Nn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The result of it. No la.. I did this just now. I just learned how to do it yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now now.. Make sure your eye balls don't fall out. I want to show you all how awesome my drawing is. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Our art teacher forced us students to draw something about anti-dadah or something like that. And we weren't allowed to draw negative stuff. So.. I drew this. Don't laugh or cry. Haha. It's terrible. Worse than a 2 year old drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgop_Pa0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/8pefv2ereoQ/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311468693368040258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgop_Pa0I/AAAAAAAAAh8/8pefv2ereoQ/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Full picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgplTd4LI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ozyqpp8FVGE/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311468709290565810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgplTd4LI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ozyqpp8FVGE/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Say no to &lt;s&gt;drugs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgpRZ2jlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vG0i0nZzcRU/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311468703948639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgpRZ2jlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/vG0i0nZzcRU/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Not &lt;s&gt;drugs&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYhYDQ3ypI/AAAAAAAAAik/1E5a9MK1iBc/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311469507606727314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYhYDQ3ypI/AAAAAAAAAik/1E5a9MK1iBc/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can go to Cambridge University if you don't take drugs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgpxpMfVI/AAAAAAAAAic/IpnNblIqels/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311468712602926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYgpxpMfVI/AAAAAAAAAic/IpnNblIqels/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Become a manager and earn loads of money after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't take drugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So horrible right?? I got 5/10. Still got marks la at least. Hahaha. I'm very sure NOBODY draws more horribly than I do. Oh well. God's gift for me to draw that badly. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all moving too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3338599214029278627?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3338599214029278627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3338599214029278627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3338599214029278627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3338599214029278627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-light-shines.html' title='When The Light Shines'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SbYd3DeDwII/AAAAAAAAAhs/C1JiukfmgVk/s72-c/DSC00639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6536949927111873964</id><published>2009-03-03T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:55:28.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot In The Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;McDonalds is getting more stupid from day to day. -_- This was what happened when Beatrice and Rachel came to my place on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice was hungry so she decided she wanted to order McDs. Fine. She used my phone to call. Toot Tooot Tooot. Press 1 press 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Hello? Welcome to McD's delivary service. May I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: Hi! Can I place an order?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Name?&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: Phang Roze Nn&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm sorry miss, how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;*ZENN! How old are you?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: 14 la.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice: 14&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm sorry. I cannot take orders from 14 year olds. Can you please get your mom or sister to order?&lt;br /&gt;*puts down the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTF! Since when was there an age limit. -_- So I decided to call again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ms. Phang&lt;br /&gt;Woman: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 18&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, I cannot take orders from eight---&lt;br /&gt;* Hung up on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! We were all like WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rachel decided to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF%^&amp;amp;^%$%^&amp;amp;^%$%^&amp;amp;^%$%^%$^#$%@#$    They finally decided to let us order. They didn't even ask for her age!!!!!! Obviously she used my name also. WTH is that stupid mcD worker's problem! I'm pretty sure she's a trainee. Really la. SINCE WHEN WAS THERE AN AGE LIMIT TO ORDER?! Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They earn money because 14 year olds like me spend a whole lot of money eating the unhealthy food they provide. And now they don't wanna take orders from 14 year olds. What idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on man. It's fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6536949927111873964?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6536949927111873964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6536949927111873964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6536949927111873964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6536949927111873964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/shot-in-brain.html' title='Shot In The Brain'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1079546149819918434</id><published>2009-03-01T15:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:51:25.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Still Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures that I said I would post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapFm3VLfGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qztilOvU2_o/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapFm3VLfGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qztilOvU2_o/s320/EOS+1000D+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308131644799679586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap2qWOdxAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CXx5G8tlz9c/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap2qWOdxAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CXx5G8tlz9c/s320/EOS+1000D+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185580702385154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Retard &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapJXnAKKRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8iiv6lcGkqA/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapJXnAKKRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8iiv6lcGkqA/s320/EOS+1000D+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308135780765018386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapNn2sfztI/AAAAAAAAAfU/GNelK-xyKjE/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapNn2sfztI/AAAAAAAAAfU/GNelK-xyKjE/s320/EOS+1000D+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308140457901936338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sinful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap6Eef5VlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2Ob325Gl0jc/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap6Eef5VlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2Ob325Gl0jc/s320/EOS+1000D+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308189328134461010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is very very disturbing. Whoever who thought of this should be sued. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In school, I forgot which day, Nicole and I were playing. And!!!!!! I fell. Well actually Nicole pushed me. :X I know la. 15 years and I still fall like little girl. Don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7JRtxoHI/AAAAAAAAAgU/p3XnKYRUkww/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7JRtxoHI/AAAAAAAAAgU/p3XnKYRUkww/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190510113988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7I5r_YWI/AAAAAAAAAgM/54DTLs6FCh4/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7I5r_YWI/AAAAAAAAAgM/54DTLs6FCh4/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190503664050530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7Inm3tXI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jPbpYZKyfMk/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7Inm3tXI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jPbpYZKyfMk/s320/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190498810738034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closer view of day 2's wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7IMcYfhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/s3mzJ3XC_Hg/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/Sap7IMcYfhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/s3mzJ3XC_Hg/s320/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190491518991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who laughs after they fall down that badly? Phang Roze Nn does. I'm stupid I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the week was normal. Boring. A lot of homework. Mom made me join English tuition. A different one because my other teacher retired. And I thought I was free already. -_- Anyway, Saturday I went for Interact orientation. I touched worms. (I didn't know they were worms. How smart of me to believe the seniors) *vomit*. I almost had to catch frogs and fish. I didn't dare to. Duh!! Bare hands you know! Nevermind. I didn't have to in the end. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, tired and sick so I haven't been blogging much. When I have more time, I'll blog more often. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Beatice is desperate for my love. She changed my display name without me knowing. Stupid girl. xD This is what she smsed me after she reached back home ( Rachel and Beatrice came over to my place again today) -   " Hi Zenn (: i'm home safe :D i know you dont care. I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate you too. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1079546149819918434?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1079546149819918434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1079546149819918434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1079546149819918434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1079546149819918434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-still-care.html' title='If You Still Care'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SapFm3VLfGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/qztilOvU2_o/s72-c/EOS+1000D+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-4275556363927340170</id><published>2009-02-22T17:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:47:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday, I went for my sister's and her friend's new brand launch, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.rebellz.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebellz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Godezz&lt;/span&gt; at Solaris, Mont &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;. They're selling the stuff online. I don't get how people have fun in a club filled with people who smokes. Rephrase, 300 over people in there with majority smoking. My hair still smelled of smoke the next morning. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaE63grZFRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rjA8fXTeYdc/s1600-h/rebellz+logo+design+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaE63grZFRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rjA8fXTeYdc/s320/rebellz+logo+design+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305586561358304530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEpkPDObzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tysXfUcujOI/s1600-h/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEpkPDObzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tysXfUcujOI/s320/DSC_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305567538511245106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The two organizers.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nn&lt;/span&gt; and Hui Jean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEwUANBYJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Hm-zFvqif8/s1600-h/DSC_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEwUANBYJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0Hm-zFvqif8/s320/DSC_0658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305574956229288082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little bit of the show. Really just a little bit. Stupid blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaExHItuEWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VSThBGXAbgs/s1600-h/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaExHItuEWI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VSThBGXAbgs/s320/DSC_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305575834687246690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEzcvOq9eI/AAAAAAAAAek/XeuWL41v1Mg/s1600-h/DSC_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEzcvOq9eI/AAAAAAAAAek/XeuWL41v1Mg/s320/DSC_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305578404826510818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaE3fpRAEUI/AAAAAAAAAes/-J4D1fUpNaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaE3fpRAEUI/AAAAAAAAAes/-J4D1fUpNaQ/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305582852811788610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Designed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Any idea who Caprice is? Well he's the guy who sang the song fantasy girl. The song that I'm sure you guys have heard on the radio repetitively. I've listened to it numerous times and I just found out that he's Malaysian. Well, he was there to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEyQF_0EII/AAAAAAAAAec/38pFx5U0rkc/s1600-h/DSC_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEyQF_0EII/AAAAAAAAAec/38pFx5U0rkc/s320/DSC_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305577088088281218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday night, my dad booked 2 rooms to stay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nikko&lt;/span&gt; Hotel. One for my sister and her friends and one for my other sister, my mom and I. They were free so.. yeah. What I really liked about the room was the toilet. And the bed. Other than that, they have stupid service. So stupid that you can die. Which hotel still makes you pay for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt;?! RM64 for 24 hours. I forgot how much per minute. Shit ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEk-hPpWCI/AAAAAAAAAds/EIy5INUaHzw/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEk-hPpWCI/AAAAAAAAAds/EIy5INUaHzw/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305562492513638434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEk-jknaFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vhY9JJLwkpI/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEk-jknaFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vhY9JJLwkpI/s320/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305562493138462802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEk-6EC3vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qPDviwjPC08/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaEk-6EC3vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qPDviwjPC08/s320/DSC00553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305562499175866098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool weighing scale right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's about it, I'm lazy to wait for more pictures to upload. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; connection's stupid slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-4275556363927340170?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/4275556363927340170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=4275556363927340170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4275556363927340170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/4275556363927340170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-nothing-at-all.html' title='Out Of Nothing At All'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SaE63grZFRI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rjA8fXTeYdc/s72-c/rebellz+logo+design+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3836878342960084641</id><published>2009-02-15T12:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:39:13.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words I Couldn't Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valentines day is over. Valentines day is over. =D Life sucks when you're sick. I've not been sick for a very very long time and now I have flu. It's been one week and I still can't breathe. Due to being sick, I skipped wushu last week. And today, I had to go and as usual, there's the punishment. 200 sit ups. Well.. not exactly sit ups but whatever la. Harder than sit ups. -_- I'm dead now. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I followed my sister to OneU with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegDgDCYEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UxNLao5yplE/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegDgDCYEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UxNLao5yplE/s320/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302883068254773314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegEA4bHpI/AAAAAAAAAck/rp37a-tRHAI/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegEA4bHpI/AAAAAAAAAck/rp37a-tRHAI/s320/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302883077068627602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shit. Blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While walking around with them, guess who I met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZehxfTRIlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nzS2qhTlFfU/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZehxfTRIlI/AAAAAAAAAc0/nzS2qhTlFfU/s320/EOS+1000D+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302884957840024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahmad Asyraff The Gay. He had his camera with him. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZeiRmboJBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/avsSwCo6fa0/s1600-h/EOS+1000D+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 348px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZeiRmboJBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/avsSwCo6fa0/s320/EOS+1000D+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885509509948434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are other pictures. Will post some up when I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my sister finished watching her Indian movie, Millionaire Slumdog which she said was quite good, we went for a party at my mom's friend's house. Super big. I was impressed with the cool toilet. The flushing thing was soooo cool. And there was a basin in there which cost them 10k for the drawing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegEXzou-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ozrYIIPoOw0/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegEXzou-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ozrYIIPoOw0/s320/DSC00489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302883083222563810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basin nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegD73QsMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HgfFR6IiBS8/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegD73QsMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HgfFR6IiBS8/s320/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302883075721572546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mirror also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZel4HG5rjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cP37JEEcGY8/s1600-h/DSC00488-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZel4HG5rjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cP37JEEcGY8/s320/DSC00488-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302889469651299890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neh neh. The flushing thing. Pull that thing up and it flushes. Damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZelDe0sYbI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Xd18yYqLUQk/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZelDe0sYbI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Xd18yYqLUQk/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302888565484315058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing that I circled is a sensor. When you walk in, the light comes on automatically. SO COOL RIGHT?! I want a toilet like that. xD Okay other than going to the toilet, and eat, there was a Nintendo Wii there!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZemYKNXHAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ilk3d6r-4v8/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZemYKNXHAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ilk3d6r-4v8/s320/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302890020239514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun. Played some shooting game, tennis and boxing. Buy one of those and I bet you'll lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get a Wii. But I want a dlsr first. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-    Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3836878342960084641?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3836878342960084641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3836878342960084641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3836878342960084641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3836878342960084641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-i-couldnt-say.html' title='Words I Couldn&apos;t Say'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZegDgDCYEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UxNLao5yplE/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1781107012491167076</id><published>2009-02-09T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:18:05.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Today is the last day of Chinese New Year (Chap Goh Meh). The last day of the year that we eat yee sang, collect ang pau, eat tangerines and hear Chinese New Year songs. Haha. I just found out that today's actually the Chinese Valentines Day. According to my dad, unmarried women write their number on the tangerine (they used to put pictures of themselves) and throw them into the river. Wasting la. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do they throw tangerines, not apples nor bananas? If anyone knows the history to this, tell me. Wikipedia didn't help. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures that I was supposed to post 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1oJyeb6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-12M_c6jBos/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1oJyeb6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-12M_c6jBos/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795725353742242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 mega pixel. C902. I wanted you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do you think there was so much fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA5ZN7vT0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/lyOaxO6PC6c/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA5ZN7vT0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/lyOaxO6PC6c/s320/DSC00423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799866814811970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1nH-tKsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xwOPPqdlIYg/s1600-h/DSC00377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1nH-tKsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/xwOPPqdlIYg/s320/DSC00377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795707688299202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0ZrCyMGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XEBiO32DfK0/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0ZrCyMGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XEBiO32DfK0/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794377070850146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't go there only to play. Study too. xD I tried okay! I took my sejarah text book there to study but it's not that easy to focus. I brought it back wet. My book's soggy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1nbQ12JI/AAAAAAAAAbk/r4jSkxvRh8U/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1nbQ12JI/AAAAAAAAAbk/r4jSkxvRh8U/s320/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795712864639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA6gCqBafI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vgOdIIuH5SE/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA6gCqBafI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vgOdIIuH5SE/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801083558423026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like they were stripping right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0ZECL9TI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0INE65E7GUw/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0ZECL9TI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0INE65E7GUw/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794366599361842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1n1mEUII/AAAAAAAAAb0/zBy6UfyWTXE/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1n1mEUII/AAAAAAAAAb0/zBy6UfyWTXE/s320/DSC00407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795719932989570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0Z_8QwRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iNkOr7eEIh8/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0Z_8QwRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iNkOr7eEIh8/s320/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794382680637714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0aFI4PuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vhnFH8ik_Aw/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA0aFI4PuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vhnFH8ik_Aw/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794384075734754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1781107012491167076?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1781107012491167076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1781107012491167076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1781107012491167076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1781107012491167076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-valentines-day.html' title='It&apos;s Valentines Day'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SZA1oJyeb6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-12M_c6jBos/s72-c/DSC00453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1845322147765009148</id><published>2009-02-07T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:17:58.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Stupidity Takes Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The netball tournament is officially over. I'm so tanned now that when I look in the mirror I freak myself out. Hahaha. Not that bad actually. But bad. The tournament this year was held at S.M.K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Assunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  again.The under 15 surprisingly got into quarter finals. Really surprising. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of lame jokes and noise. Quite a lot of stuff were discovered in 3 days or maybe just 2 days time. Example number one, wushu ball. Haha. Eh eh. Cannot forget the food. Assunta's canteen food. Super awesome man. On the second day, which means the day when we could eat while all the under 18 players couldn't, Karr-Nn ate like a pig. I've got good self-control. I didn't. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger refuses to let me upload pictures. -_- I'll upload them later tonight maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from the under 15 team, Karr-Nn, Amanda and I got chosen to join the MSSD team. All three of us turned down the offer. I feel so stupid for doing that. Everyone says so too. ): But my mom doesn't let me go so.. I wasted the chance. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is coming soon. There's nothing to look forward to this time. Well maybe not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1845322147765009148?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1845322147765009148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1845322147765009148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1845322147765009148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1845322147765009148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-stupidity-takes-place.html' title='When Stupidity Takes Place'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5075606084415457600</id><published>2009-01-30T22:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:47:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's quite surprising that the amount of money packed in the ang pau's aren't decreasing. Instead, I think they're increasing. Haha. People now are just getting smarter. It's either they give a reasonable( 5 bucks or more ) amount of money or they don't give at all. The number of the ang pau's I got this time is definitely less than the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What feels best is that the cousins who just got married have to give us ang pau's. They somehow look happy to give. Hahaha. I'll wait and see a few years later if they're still this happy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than the ang pau's that has been satisfying me, it's the food. THE FOOD! Remember when I mentioned about the noodles there? It still tastes as delicious. I snapped a few pictures of it cause I couldn't find any pictures like it on google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW7Imx6bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eDQJgyLrdDo/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW7Imx6bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eDQJgyLrdDo/s320/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102791896066482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWC5NLddI/AAAAAAAAAZc/w9OKtiuj6oY/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWC5NLddI/AAAAAAAAAZc/w9OKtiuj6oY/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101825689482706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it doesn't look appetizing to you, you should really taste it. Fall in love. I had noodles all four days in a row. Hahaha. Obviously I gained weight. Dammit. How to not gain weight? 5 meals a day with in between snacks and! Shandy. Even more fattening. xD Cannot control!! Food's like a drug. I live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMZlG_6GjI/AAAAAAAAAak/iIHwaKq3sYI/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMZlG_6GjI/AAAAAAAAAak/iIHwaKq3sYI/s320/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105712042351154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bladee addictive drink. I choose anglia shandy over beer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, what's Chinese New Year without the tradition of gambling right???? It's like a must do. Last year's Chinese New Year was boring because nobody wanted to gamble. This year, most of the people gambled. We played blackjack ( makes me lose money ), In between which is I think called Red Dog? Not sure. And also, Mahjong. A game that I just learnt how to play and won 5 bucks! Of course that's not all I've won. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW8KZpMtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hGslW0VamuY/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW8KZpMtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hGslW0VamuY/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102809557709522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt old when I went back to Kluang. I drove a car (uncle's Avanza) and I have 2 nieces and a nephew. Another nephew to come. My baby niece is super cute and my 2 year old nephew is super smart and cute. Hopefully he doesn't turn irritating as the other kids at around age 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWDjUpxiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/55IjORShQcQ/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWDjUpxiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/55IjORShQcQ/s320/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101836995118626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWDHY-9cI/AAAAAAAAAZk/KrjcbrPIsek/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWDHY-9cI/AAAAAAAAAZk/KrjcbrPIsek/s320/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101829497091522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWD3zbYbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qgh8rqLtpUI/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMWD3zbYbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qgh8rqLtpUI/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101842492907954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's not his only pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMfv0DVAAI/AAAAAAAAAas/dmQP9Xbg-8E/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMfv0DVAAI/AAAAAAAAAas/dmQP9Xbg-8E/s320/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297112493004750850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angry face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This little dude here has an american accent. I miss him already. ): He's also a born-to-be actor. Haha. Imagine a 2 year old kid doing everything I ask him to do. Even something his mother didn't teach him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: handsome face ( taught )&lt;br /&gt;He: *done as in the photo above*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Choking face ( Never once mentioned in front of him )&lt;br /&gt;He: *wrapped both hands around his neck and starts choking*&lt;br /&gt;Me, his mother and Karr-Nn: *Laughed our asses off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a horrible aunt. I made him do the face over and over again. I'll never get bored of it. Hahaha. That fella has the weirdest habit when he drinks anything out of bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to deprivation from childhood, hahaha, I snapped like a billion photos of the lion dance. Jakoon like hell man. I didn't notice how many I took until I checked my pictures. I'll just post up 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW82PXjCI/AAAAAAAAAac/TAoi0RXmKeM/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW82PXjCI/AAAAAAAAAac/TAoi0RXmKeM/s320/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102821325769762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW8SDxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/-KJhahM2q4c/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW8SDxJ-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/-KJhahM2q4c/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102811613439970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW7h3iunI/AAAAAAAAAaE/m9RgvWwEa3w/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW7h3iunI/AAAAAAAAAaE/m9RgvWwEa3w/s320/DSC00321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102798677260914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's it for now. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting on Monday. And the tournament's on Tuesday. How to lose weight in three days?! HOW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5075606084415457600?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5075606084415457600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5075606084415457600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5075606084415457600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5075606084415457600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SYMW7Imx6bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eDQJgyLrdDo/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2873677207318886508</id><published>2009-01-25T06:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T06:40:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Woke Me Up At 5 a.m</title><content type='html'>It feels like I'm moving out of my house. I took most of my clothes along. =D The inheritance is making me use extra strength to carry the bag I'm gonna bring. Surprisingly, the amount of stuff I brought could squeeze into a not very big luggage. xD Chinese New Year's good. Well, because I don't have to clean the house. So.. Chinese New Year's GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging now because I'm done packing and changing. Unlike my second sister who's trying to figure out what to wear and my mother who's still half way cleaning our room. They really should wake me up later next time.. Cause I'm sure that for the past 14 years they wake me up early/the first, I finish getting ready the earliest. I'm awesome. xD Maybe not. Only less vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be coming back on the third or fourth day of Chinese New Year which means Wednesday or Thursday. Four days there, good enough to make me gain 40kg. How?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. This is the first Chinese New Year Foxy's gonna spend with us. =D =D =D My mom bought cloth and my maid made her a dress. I feel like I'm torturing my dog but what the heck man! It's so cute. Will post up a picture when she wears it. Hopefully that sensative little thing doesn't bite me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXuYcbmg2gI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0vKMSz_tka4/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXuYcbmg2gI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0vKMSz_tka4/s320/DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294993401117202946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going for roti canai now. :) Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-      Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2873677207318886508?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2873677207318886508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2873677207318886508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2873677207318886508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2873677207318886508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-woke-me-up-at-5-am.html' title='They Woke Me Up At 5 a.m'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXuYcbmg2gI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0vKMSz_tka4/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8876468356857479967</id><published>2009-01-24T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:57:54.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's Chinese New Year's eve. The mood for Chinese New Year's already kicking in. I ate like a pig, I'll be eating like a pig, I put on weight &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think)&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be putting on more weight. My goodness. I don't know if it's all in the mind but I feel fatter. Wtf man. Have you tried the biscuit which has.. nevermind. I don't know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXshPZph4gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cmzH0n3IdLc/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXshPZph4gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cmzH0n3IdLc/s320/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294862335370977794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There, this one. It was full 15 minutes before it reached that little. Hahah. I ate 3/4 of it. So... getting fat is pretty much confirmed this time. My self-control is horrible when it has anything to do with food. Die lah. ): Netball tournament right after the holidays some more. I think the organizer purposely one. They know got chinese people joining so they on purposely put it when they are fat and not fit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the chinese music which goes "dong dong dong dong chiang" for the past one week. It started to become irritating since a year ago. Hahahaha. I know I get irritated slow. xD I want to see lion dance. Somehow la. And I wanna play fire crackers. And! I wanna gamble and win money!!!!!!!! Last year's chinese new year was the most boring one. No one gambled, there wasn't lion dance, I didn't finish playing my fire crackers because no one wanted to play with me and I ate less. No fun one. This year better not be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My couch's so cool man. Everything matches. Haha. Show you picture. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXshPkCtRnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hl7RomLE_ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXshPkCtRnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/hl7RomLE_ZQ/s320/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294862338160936562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna balik kampung. Not my kampung actually. Mom and dad's. I miss that place soo much. Fine.. maybe not the place. THE FOOD!!!!!! The roast pork, the tong yuan, the noodles, the curry mee, the nasi lemak!!!!! Wah! Heard of kluang station? The coffee shop. I think it's originated from the real kluang railway station. Freaking hell. The buns and coffee and nasi lemak there is crazy wei! The imitation Kluang station cannot fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/419826257_1556b0ec0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 242px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/419826257_1556b0ec0d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roast Pork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://k41.pbase.com/g4/23/159323/2/90795556.y1BRlN2C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 246px;" src="http://k41.pbase.com/g4/23/159323/2/90795556.y1BRlN2C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tong Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can't find the other pictures because they're special. How to not grow fat?! I wanna cry. I wanna eat but I can't afford to gain weight! I feel guilty both ways. Not forgetting the part other than food. Hahahaha. Ang pau! Ang pau! Ang pau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mymym.com/gfx/CNY-RedPacketsForSale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.mymym.com/gfx/CNY-RedPacketsForSale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I already got my first ang pau a week ago. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after talking about food and ang pau's, the most important thing is that we spend Chinese New Year with family right? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maybe your loved ones too)&lt;/span&gt; They should mean the most. Well at least they do mean the most to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXso-B2xT9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/p7arPgSM2Ao/s1600-h/luck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXso-B2xT9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/p7arPgSM2Ao/s320/luck.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294870833019310034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That means luck (fu). Upside down. If anyone is wondering why? It's because it's trying to signify luck pouring in. It's usually written that way during Chinese New Year. Learnt that in China. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all of you chinese a happy and prosperous Chinese New Year! Clean yourselves &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from all bad luck)&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow okay! Forget the bad past. It's a new year &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(once again)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8876468356857479967?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8876468356857479967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8876468356857479967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8876468356857479967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8876468356857479967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/lion-dance.html' title='Lion Dance'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXshPZph4gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cmzH0n3IdLc/s72-c/DSC00153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1138289296170653348</id><published>2009-01-19T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:19:25.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shit is piling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so fugging sleepy now that I can drop and sleep on the spot. It all started on Saturday when my sister came back drunk and vommited the shit outta herself. Starting from 4 a.m, I couldn't continue sleeping. The sound of puke droppings ain't anyhow pleasent. Then had to wake up at 7 for exercise. -_-  But I'm blogging now for Beatrice's sake. Stupid girl. Update what lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. So this is the third week of school and surprisingly I got pass the spot check with long nails. Haha. As usual, bm was boring. Thank God for English after that. My teacher's awesome! Miss Ann =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I skipped class all the way till 3/4 of the last period. For once in my entire schooling life I felt bad. So not Phang Roze Nn right. I'll get used to it. xD Although I skipped class, I still asked for homework. What the hell is wrong me man. Proud though. Very proud. Beatrice! Proud right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for homework already makes me feel abnormal. I even finished it. Had netball after school and the team members going for MSSD are already chosen. Came home, bathe, did tuition homework, went for tuition, studied, came back and finished my school homework. Now, I'm online waiting for Rachel. Rachel ah!! Where are you?! I need to reach you fast!!!!! Oh! And tell me about the American boyfriend that I got in your dreams. heeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Beatrice wants to know, I might as well tell the whole world myself.( joke joke )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Under 15&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;Marianne&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Hui Xian&lt;br /&gt;Zurene&lt;br /&gt;Karr Nn&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXSEO-gyGfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tAqo7quBxLM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXSEO-gyGfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tAqo7quBxLM/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293000854900709874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now you see. Something's really wrong with the world. Thailand is starting to freeze. When's Malaysia's turn? I'm looking forward to it even though it's closer to the end of the world. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXSIv3l3eEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HN79n_JxJ-s/s1600-h/Untitled-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXSIv3l3eEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HN79n_JxJ-s/s320/Untitled-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005818025179202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If nobody noticed this thing which is so bladee obvious, Beatrice is super lack of attention. Go away man. Hahaha. OH OH! Netball practice during school hours tomorrow. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got a sun burn. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-     Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1138289296170653348?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1138289296170653348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1138289296170653348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1138289296170653348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1138289296170653348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/shit-are-piling.html' title='The shit is piling'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXSEO-gyGfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tAqo7quBxLM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6061461743540586390</id><published>2009-01-17T12:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:20:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon it'll be here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally after so long, it's time when I can throw my super canggih phone away. xD The battery K.O-ed. That thing can't even receive coverage properly. Stupid phone. But nvm. It's history now. Muahahahaha. I loved it when it was still working properly. One of the best phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... I got a new phone. Gone with the old and in with the new. The first Sony Ericsson I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFmnkonI5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/q5KVdJ4Eq00/s1600-h/Image0006+edited+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFmnkonI5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/q5KVdJ4Eq00/s320/Image0006+edited+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292123867171988370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball training has been going on. My whole body's aching because of it. My hands hurt. Especially when I'm typing. Hahaha. I enjoy it though. xD I think I got a slight sun burn as well. Feels like I did botox. We're left with one week to train. After that it'd be Chinese New Year and that's when we get fat. Then a day after we go back to school, we'd be going for mssd already. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it's just been two months since last year's mssd. It was awesome. We didn't win, neither did we make it to another level but wth man. The company was great. Hopefully it'd be the same this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFuNAiHlUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/flymccezHbc/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFuNAiHlUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/flymccezHbc/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292132206897501506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last year's under 15 team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna remember that tournament for life.. It caused me internal injury and it had me wearing a skirt when I never wore one since Kindergarten. Looks like I've got to wear it again soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFxqSf-nEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/G-XOXihcsiw/s1600-h/Canon+EOS+331%28edited%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFxqSf-nEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/G-XOXihcsiw/s320/Canon+EOS+331%28edited%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292136008471452738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been finishing my homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6061461743540586390?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6061461743540586390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6061461743540586390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6061461743540586390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6061461743540586390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/soon-itll-be-here.html' title='Soon it&apos;ll be here'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SXFmnkonI5I/AAAAAAAAAYE/q5KVdJ4Eq00/s72-c/Image0006+edited+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3451025286690934948</id><published>2009-01-09T21:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:04:44.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round and Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWdSlyakTxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4dCnNmuUXYs/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWdSlyakTxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4dCnNmuUXYs/s320/23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289287096511778578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I find a place where I can see such a sunrise, I would everytime I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been going on for a week now. It's fun and tiring. I somehow miss the afternoon session but I know in a while more, I wouldn't bother to care. Tuitions has also started. The coming week is definitely gonna be more hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball practices are starting. I don't mind being tired because of that. Haha. I'm now fat. Must train to become fit! Run 15 minutes and still stay alive. I'm gonna turn dark as hell and get scolding from my mom again. Hahahahahhahaha. Oh well. I love netball. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first week and homework are already given in school. I'm proud of myself. xD I finished my homework. I better continue doing my homework. Cause even I know that I'll start slacking when I get more used to the morning session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I've been sleeping at 10.30 (not exactly, I think I'm too used to sleeping at 1 or 2 midnight) to wake up for school at 6.30. It's not easy. On the first day, I felt so semangat that I jumped out of bed sharp at 6.30. The following days, I didn't bother to notice the time anymore. It was only the second day. Haha. Oh yeah!! The teachers who're teaching me. I like most of them. =D Science and English especially. They're the only subjects that I feel like learning now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy. I'm tired. I still have 8 months to study. I hope I have enough time. AND I have an injection to take next month. The one that'd make my hand numb for a week or so. Those who already took it.. Pain ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWdX3N57irI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WV4SlzxTllI/s1600-h/Injection_Syringe_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWdX3N57irI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WV4SlzxTllI/s320/Injection_Syringe_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292893506996914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hate or love school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-    Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3451025286690934948?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3451025286690934948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3451025286690934948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3451025286690934948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3451025286690934948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/round-and-round-and-round.html' title='Round and Round and Round'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWdSlyakTxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4dCnNmuUXYs/s72-c/23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5378026625368391143</id><published>2009-01-04T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:59:43.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's starting all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've to sleep at eleven to be sure i can wake up for school tomorrow. Wtf man. It doesn't feel at all like school's starting tomorrow. It really sucks. I don't feel excited at all. Fortunately, I don't have an empty bag! I bought exercise books. Yipeee. No.. Booohoo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school. I don't wanna start studying. I don't wanna go for tuitions. I don't wanna carry text books. Tuition's starting tomorrow also by the way. No more lazing around. No more going online till late night. Study study study and study. That's all I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking 10 o'clock and already my mom asked me to go to sleep. Ridiculous. I go to bed at 10, I don't sleep till 12. Doesn't make a difference. I don't wanna go to school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm gonna stop bragging. Looking at the bright side, I have new uniforms. xD Well, that's about it. haha. Anyway, to those who doesn't have to go to college yet because they already got out of school, enjoy your holidays. ): HAHAHAHHA! My sister's starting college tomorrow. Neh Neh Neh Bu Bu. Heeeeeeeeeeeeee =D I don't feel so depressed cause she feels worse than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a horrible sister. But I know deep down inside, she loves me. Hahahahhahahaa. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWDOcRVNSsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AtUQ2ArmJSk/s1600-h/11444661563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWDOcRVNSsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AtUQ2ArmJSk/s320/11444661563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287452947616975554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here I come 3 Cempaka. Here I come. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I've to bear the smell of rubbish for the whole year, how bad is that? Placed at the former 2 Lili)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-       Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5378026625368391143?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5378026625368391143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5378026625368391143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5378026625368391143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5378026625368391143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-starting-all-over.html' title='It&apos;s starting all over'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SWDOcRVNSsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AtUQ2ArmJSk/s72-c/11444661563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2356743145227482547</id><published>2009-01-01T00:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:33:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Whole New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here it is. The moment that some were waiting for. Year 2009. The fireworks were spectacular. Really really beautiful. For once in Malaysia. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my night out with parents and their friends. Next year is the year where I go for a countdown with my friends. Well, I spent the few minutes till New Year with Marianne on the phone. That's what I told her I'd do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was at Shanghai,China for New Year. Holiday. Didn't get to spend the night out because everything there was extra extra extra expensive. The fireworks seen from a building reflection was all I got. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year. School, netball, exams, trouble. They were over 2 months ago. Now? It's starting all over again. Just that a major exam the coming year. Wait. -_- this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiwu3cNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/774GGUKx8Q0/s1600-h/Canon+EOS+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiwu3cNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/774GGUKx8Q0/s320/Canon+EOS+341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286223805125456082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Netball Netball Netball! The only thing that I can't wait for. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2007 was the year where I got x-zi. 2008 [17.6.08] was the time where I lost him. And June was when I got Foxy. It all happen so fast. Too fast in fact. Soon I'd be driving a car. Heee. (: I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiQqD3oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jOjEFGpFRyo/s1600-h/IMG076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiQqD3oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/jOjEFGpFRyo/s320/IMG076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286223796515364482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwilH2bUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RjpAPhg_8H4/s1600-h/SP_A0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwilH2bUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/RjpAPhg_8H4/s320/SP_A0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286223802009021762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiebaQmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YMbeUE4y2Yk/s1600-h/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiebaQmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YMbeUE4y2Yk/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286223800212013666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2008 was certainly a great year. I won't forget the wonderful moments I had. Moments that'd stay in the heart through out life. Never will I want to forget. For all the ups and downs I'd been through in 2008, I was never once on my own. 'Thank you' to my friends and family who'd supported and guided me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVyB6M-SKtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Mea8xZlMY5o/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVyB6M-SKtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Mea8xZlMY5o/s320/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286242899540978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVyFz75LYVI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jhY21t4Es0k/s1600-h/n878035346_3069924_2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVyFz75LYVI/AAAAAAAAAXU/jhY21t4Es0k/s320/n878035346_3069924_2816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286247189923455314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's quite a big change coming up. I have to wake up early morning 7 days a week. 5 days for school and two for exercise. I have to study extra hard to get 7A's. I have to manage a week full of tutions. Oh God bless me. Hopefully 2009 goes great. Hopefully 2009 goes great for everyone else out there too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's New Year resolution. 7 A's!! All the best to those who're gonna take pmr this year too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVx2GaQoiQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AIbbTp0GlJI/s1600-h/fireworks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVx2GaQoiQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AIbbTp0GlJI/s320/fireworks3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286229915126499586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-  Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2356743145227482547?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2356743145227482547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2356743145227482547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2356743145227482547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2356743145227482547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-whole-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s A Whole New Year'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVxwiwu3cNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/774GGUKx8Q0/s72-c/Canon+EOS+341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-6223609214718534759</id><published>2008-12-29T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:54:45.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Stop Time(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;As I said, I went for some competition. Thinking at first maybe I'd have a chance to win and get a new phone. Well, I did win. But I didn't get a new phone. Big dissappointment. ): I'll just have to wait till it's my birthday I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I still have diarrhea. Not a major one but enough to kill me. My stomach hurts as hell and I have to jump up early in the morning just to go to the toilet. It all happens in less than 5 seconds. -_- Too much information probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in 8 days. From 52 days to 8 left. I don't know whether to be excited or to cry about it. I do miss school and making noise with friends. But I don't like my new class. I'm gonna become a loner. There's only Yin Ling to teman me. She can tutor me as well though. The teachers managed to split the "baju kurung gang" up. None are in the same class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVjFLS_JGoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JnvsUST9MeQ/s1600-h/3C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVjFLS_JGoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JnvsUST9MeQ/s320/3C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285190960585185922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Which class can be any better than this. -_- The happiest among the saddest is that I get to spend free period and pjk with Nicole. Hello Nicole. It would be our time to make all the noise we want. Yay! Well it's only her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVjFLj2vL7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-Vp5EPWRtaM/s1600-h/3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVjFLj2vL7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-Vp5EPWRtaM/s320/3D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285190965113335730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am not prepared for school. I've bought new uniforms because my skirt tore real badly but it doesn't mean I wanna go back to school. ): I want to get new shoes. Mine looks like shoes of a begger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pmr results are coming tomorrow. Good luck to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-  Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-6223609214718534759?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/6223609214718534759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=6223609214718534759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6223609214718534759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/6223609214718534759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-stop-time2.html' title='I Want To Stop Time(2)'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SVjFLS_JGoI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JnvsUST9MeQ/s72-c/3C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7215635804407787575</id><published>2008-12-28T07:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:30:17.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Stop Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's 7.20 in the bladee morning and I'm already awake. -_- I'm having diarrhea and I'm going for some event soon. Wtf man. Bad luck and bad timing. I'm screwed up. Will update later when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate life at such moments. It's not worth the money. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-  Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7215635804407787575?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7215635804407787575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7215635804407787575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7215635804407787575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7215635804407787575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-stop-time.html' title='I Want To Stop Time'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-648229945061859194</id><published>2008-12-25T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:23:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just This Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was out the whole day yesterday and for once I was so tired that I almost fell asleep on the computer. -_- Nevermind. It's all worth it. Rachel, be thankful. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(technically yesterday)&lt;/span&gt; I had turkey, Lamb ribs and smoked chicken for dinner. Usually people have turkey on christmas day itself right? Went over to Rachel's place after that. I'm never forgetting to sign out of msn ever again. Never. Anyway, Turkey's awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dianasdesserts.com/assets/managed/recipes/Herb%20Roasted%20Turkey%203A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.dianasdesserts.com/assets/managed/recipes/Herb%20Roasted%20Turkey%203A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in 14 years it feels like it's Christmas. Well, I've celebrated in the U.S when I was really young but I don't remember it so yeah.. It felt so warm over at Rachel's when it hit 12 a.m. No matter what, I'm getting my family to boost up their Christmas spirit. I don't care. That means Christmas presents hunting. =D I need that to exist in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired now so.. Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-  Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-648229945061859194?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/648229945061859194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=648229945061859194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/648229945061859194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/648229945061859194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-this-once.html' title='Just This Once'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3627148567613081715</id><published>2008-12-22T23:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:34:34.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Never Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Two monkeys came to my house today. Rachel and Beatrice. So when both of them came, I went toilet to shit. I had no idea that Rachel was already at my place. I only thought the noisy monkey was at my living room. Happy me when I got out of the toilet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I have another day to spend with stupid Beatrice tomorrow. She claims that she's grown. Pfttt. She's not the main person for tomorrow anyway. Rachel is!!! Haha. That girl (beatrice) freaked out so badly watching Shutter. It was hilarious. Should have taken a video of her. She looked scarier than the ghost. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7WS1k0XI/AAAAAAAAATU/lmafZ1URa68/s1600-h/DSC04114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7WS1k0XI/AAAAAAAAATU/lmafZ1URa68/s320/DSC04114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646879616946546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5fgbT4LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vSjdpBatHKY/s1600-h/DSC04118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5fgbT4LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vSjdpBatHKY/s320/DSC04118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644838860447922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7WwrizBI/AAAAAAAAATc/ifdZO89ZEfQ/s1600-h/DSC04113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7WwrizBI/AAAAAAAAATc/ifdZO89ZEfQ/s320/DSC04113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646887627934738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--wC_jEPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VXuqsdUGKrU/s1600-h/DSC04130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--wC_jEPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VXuqsdUGKrU/s320/DSC04130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650620575289586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7XDP-dbI/AAAAAAAAATk/GSqt_avuVhw/s1600-h/DSC04115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7XDP-dbI/AAAAAAAAATk/GSqt_avuVhw/s320/DSC04115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646892612580786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5f0eebXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tNaKkLsLf18/s1600-h/DSC04117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5f0eebXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tNaKkLsLf18/s320/DSC04117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644844242431346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Beatrice were over at my place for practically the whole day. Surprisingly, Rachel isn't as noisy anymore. Still noisy but not as noisy. Beatrice was the one tearing my house down. So it was back to the days where friends would come over and we'd order mcd's. Heh. Mcd never tasted that good for a long long time. =D I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-42EoVHrI/AAAAAAAAASk/pE7E3GrLJ68/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-42EoVHrI/AAAAAAAAASk/pE7E3GrLJ68/s320/DSC04101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644127024225970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41QujZUI/AAAAAAAAASc/AFfC4uXcDqg/s1600-h/DSC04096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41QujZUI/AAAAAAAAASc/AFfC4uXcDqg/s320/DSC04096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644113091683650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;That's not the only thing we do when friends come over. The other thing is we camwhore. I have no idea how many pictures we took. Beatrice was being super jakoon with my house garden and Rachel's make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41ID3IMI/AAAAAAAAASE/kqoyZz5rDes/s1600-h/DSC04078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41ID3IMI/AAAAAAAAASE/kqoyZz5rDes/s320/DSC04078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644110765138114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41ATHfPI/AAAAAAAAASM/GAXRaJdMCco/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41ATHfPI/AAAAAAAAASM/GAXRaJdMCco/s320/DSC04083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644108681641202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41RadOkI/AAAAAAAAASU/v98piaxTMiM/s1600-h/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-41RadOkI/AAAAAAAAASU/v98piaxTMiM/s320/DSC04092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644113275828802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5gA8KwSI/AAAAAAAAATE/G0pJC3hsuVw/s1600-h/DSC04144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5gA8KwSI/AAAAAAAAATE/G0pJC3hsuVw/s320/DSC04144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644847588196642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5gNtQxCI/AAAAAAAAATM/Dq8tDw80eGA/s1600-h/DSC04184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-5gNtQxCI/AAAAAAAAATM/Dq8tDw80eGA/s320/DSC04184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644851015336994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82RmhQuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Y0TGW4VkNTk/s1600-h/DSC04201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82RmhQuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Y0TGW4VkNTk/s320/DSC04201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648528552805090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7Xcf5svI/AAAAAAAAATs/M_C8EurCfPk/s1600-h/DSC04192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7Xcf5svI/AAAAAAAAATs/M_C8EurCfPk/s320/DSC04192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646899390264050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stupid girl. She let Rachel draw her face. Haha. Well she started it herself actually. And that stupid girl really lay flat on the floor. It was darn dirty and she did it just to camwhore. -_- Oh and thank God she didn't spoil my auto gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82MtTK4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Ljr1jsbghBg/s1600-h/DSC04198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82MtTK4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Ljr1jsbghBg/s320/DSC04198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648527239064450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-81wYzgsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/26p0NcX1ahA/s1600-h/DSC04191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-81wYzgsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/26p0NcX1ahA/s320/DSC04191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648519636910786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;And her so called 'going green' pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82RjiF3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/JMIfZS9w_YU/s1600-h/DSC04190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82RjiF3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/JMIfZS9w_YU/s320/DSC04190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648528540276594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;After posing, they went to the piano to play with it. First reaction Rachel gave me when she banged on the piano was "O.o You got a nice piano". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82hQNtDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GUGCf9Tcq2s/s1600-h/DSC04171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-82hQNtDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GUGCf9Tcq2s/s320/DSC04171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648532754215986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then, when they got off the piano, Beatrice went to the computer and Rachel went to the sofa. I was bored so I played with Beatrice's phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--Tlol_DI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BaKYdzXCxhY/s1600-h/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--Tlol_DI/AAAAAAAAAUc/BaKYdzXCxhY/s320/DSC04147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650131658046514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--UOrRpGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ya01DyuDWyU/s1600-h/DSC04149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--UOrRpGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ya01DyuDWyU/s320/DSC04149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650142675149922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--Tou-FCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Wu3gdHyfIoA/s1600-h/DSC04143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU--Tou-FCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Wu3gdHyfIoA/s320/DSC04143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650132490097698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Heeee. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was about time for them to go home. Not sad. I see them tomorrow for the whole day again. Seeing Rachel is fine. Seeing Beatrice.... Hahaha. No la no la. Joking only. And that bitch kissed me twice today. I feel so molested suddenly. Stupid girl. Now she's rushing me to finish blogging so she can go to sleep. -_- I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those aren't all the pictures yet. Try imagining how many we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3627148567613081715?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3627148567613081715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3627148567613081715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3627148567613081715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3627148567613081715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-never-rewind.html' title='They Never Rewind'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU-7WS1k0XI/AAAAAAAAATU/lmafZ1URa68/s72-c/DSC04114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3481840457482577952</id><published>2008-12-22T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:53:37.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im at rozenns house now. so the smartest thing to do is trash her blog ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rachel! you sudah berat! makan somemore lah. eat and eat and eat. you dont want to be grace do you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Public announcement : marianne!  invite me to view your blog! Rachel and Roze Nn too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Roze Nn's dog is a vicious devil. stupid dog look at me also angry do growls wei. She freaking tried to bite me.  BITCH right?! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Beatrice Choo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3481840457482577952?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3481840457482577952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3481840457482577952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3481840457482577952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3481840457482577952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7412093835311663673</id><published>2008-12-21T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:33:08.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been two months since Rachel went to Jakarta. And now she's back for holiday. In exactly two weeks, school's gonna reopen. That means studying, studying and studying. I'm creating a freaking time table to manage my time. Really. xD As soon as you know it, we'd be sitting for PMR&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think I forgot what this stands for)&lt;/span&gt; already. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been sleeping at 2-3 a.m. It suddenly feels like insomnia when I try to go to sleep at 12. How am I supposed to wake up early for school next year? I'm quite sure that I'd be late for school at least twice a week. Kill me. I can't go to school and sleep. I need to pay attention.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cheh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my dog was given a bath. Usually she'd use some dog cologne after she bathes. My maid would spray it on her actually. But yesterday, my maid didn't use that cologne. She sprayed my dog with the very very tiny Versace cologne sample. My dog smells super good now. She smells like a man actually but she smells so good. Don't mind me, I have some obsession with good smelling stuff. people. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Booz. Blackcurrant + apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU3-AXFtdzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/k2gJZ2y2t1A/s1600-h/One+Fruit+One+Tea-Booz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU3-AXFtdzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/k2gJZ2y2t1A/s320/One+Fruit+One+Tea-Booz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282157220126881586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-  Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-7412093835311663673?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/7412093835311663673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=7412093835311663673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7412093835311663673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/7412093835311663673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-time-flies.html' title='When Time Flies'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SU3-AXFtdzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/k2gJZ2y2t1A/s72-c/One+Fruit+One+Tea-Booz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-1390805170039144789</id><published>2008-12-16T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:18:46.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Nothing To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I've been home for two whole days. I've been eating home cooked food for two whole days. I've been facing the computer for two whole days. I'm still surviving. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sometimes funny when a person doesn't speak precisely. Haha. Earlier, I was talking to Asyraff. The guy who suffers the same fate as I do. Well not very much the same but almost the same. He lost his phone AGAIN. And he has to use a lousy phone. I'm using a lousy phone. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUearTOdmVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QgB3a4w5vGY/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUearTOdmVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QgB3a4w5vGY/s320/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280359156801182034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine if he was talking to a girl he's trying to hit on and wasn't fast enough to react. Hahaha. I think the girl would delete him, block him and maybe even change her e-mail address. xD It's not because I'm sick or whatever okay. It's just hard to resist not noticing how wrong it sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Asyraff there wants to challenge me in tic tac toe. He lost to me the first time and ended up owing me a meal at Friday's. The next time he loses to me, he's gonna owe me Jogoya. Right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you want another chance for. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-1390805170039144789?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/1390805170039144789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=1390805170039144789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1390805170039144789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/1390805170039144789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-nothing-to-do.html' title='With Nothing To Do'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUearTOdmVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QgB3a4w5vGY/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3442379978385471837</id><published>2008-12-14T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:38:18.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels:&lt;br /&gt;Phng Rz Nn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO.&lt;br /&gt;What is the date 2 days after your birthday?:&lt;br /&gt;13th of March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE.&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of jeans do you own:&lt;br /&gt;Three? Two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR.&lt;br /&gt;What color(s) do you wear most?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color?:&lt;br /&gt;Dull pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 is gone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;Whats for dinner tonight?:&lt;br /&gt;Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?:&lt;br /&gt;This question is very hard to answer. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever said you resemble a celebrity?:&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately yes. -_- Some japanese actress. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.&lt;br /&gt;In what state or country do you want to go to school in?:&lt;br /&gt;Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;Do you shop at stores like hollister, abercrombie and fitch and aeropostel?:&lt;br /&gt;Don't think they exist in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE.&lt;br /&gt;How do you make money?:&lt;br /&gt;Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you bought over 50 dollars?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;When do you start Summer Break?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone right now?:&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Numb already. Although I think I do. I don't think it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe you:&lt;br /&gt;Straight forward at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes:&lt;br /&gt;Shoes ah.. My nike's I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Do you own big sunglasses?:&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if they're considered mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN.&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather be doing right now?:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY.&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?:&lt;br /&gt;Bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;My hair is in bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;eh? I dunno. My gawd. I go count later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?&lt;br /&gt;Sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;Pluto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Wushu shirt. [it's a normal t-shirt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you "label" yourself as anything?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name the shoe brand you are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;PDI socks. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bright or Dark room?&lt;br /&gt;Warm lighted? Is that bright or dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think about the person who took this survey?&lt;br /&gt;That means Amanda right? She's from the "QQ family" what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watching tv feeling exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did your last text message you received on your mobile say?&lt;br /&gt;It was from Karr-Nn saying something you readers don't need to know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where is your mailbox?&lt;br /&gt;Outside my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I love. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;My stupid dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha! Drugs. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;I think 12? Not that I remember the time when I was much younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;I would say no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current image on your desktop&lt;br /&gt;Hed Kandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's the best word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What was the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Without you - Hinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;There isn't an answer to this question. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you could punch one person in your life right now, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha. No one out of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;br /&gt;Table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Mint with chocolate chips. Or vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cable or Satellite?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite video game?&lt;br /&gt;Need for speed. luminous[psp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have to sleep with a fan on at night?&lt;br /&gt;Speed one with the AC on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your feelings on global warming?&lt;br /&gt;The world is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you still have a VCR somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been on a sailboat?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two of your best friends are fighting. Your reaction&lt;br /&gt;Prefer not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Home Depot or Lowes?&lt;br /&gt;heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Beer or Hard Liquor?&lt;br /&gt;Hard Liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Best movie you’ve seen recently?&lt;br /&gt;House bunny OR twilight. Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag is done. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. My waist hurts. And it sucks to wake up in the morning sneezing ten times in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3442379978385471837?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3442379978385471837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3442379978385471837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3442379978385471837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3442379978385471837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-long-tag.html' title='Long Long Tag'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-5343321529339471371</id><published>2008-12-12T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:49:05.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I just lost to Nicole and Amanda in minesweeper flags. I can't concentrate. I'll beat both of you when I can. They both say the same thing. I told them about me not knowing what to blog about, and they both said "blog about me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it. My sister has been studying for 11 years and she's not going for her school prom. How stupid can she get?! Haha. It's funny to see my sister being on the phone [she has never been on the phone more than 10 minutes]. It's even funnier to see her giving advice to her friend about love life. AND it's the funniest to hear that when he friend asks "wah, how you know so much ah?" she replies "errr.. watch a lot of cantonese drama ma". WTF! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from tomorrow till Sunday, I don't know if I'd be able to come online so I decide I shall blog today because I don't wanna leave my blog dead for a week. I feel bad somehow. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to the hospital. I'd be staying there. I'm fine I'm fine. I'll be going there just to teman my mom. She wants to take off her gall bladder. Gonna be the place where I'd be sleeping for 2 nights. I guess. haha. Pantai hospital. Don't know how am I supposed to bear the boredom but I think the smell of starbucks on the ground floor would make up for it. Only the smell you know! Haih. Damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have nothing to do online, I've been checking out phones. Somehow I like the KC550. LG again. I like la okay! I'm used to it. It doesn't suck. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFBKjTfLSI/AAAAAAAAARc/HilkiQlYBHA/s1600-h/lg-kc550-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFBKjTfLSI/AAAAAAAAARc/HilkiQlYBHA/s320/lg-kc550-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571887786405154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Quite nice what. Not nice meh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFBK_Y1jtI/AAAAAAAAARk/0MN5x_JULRs/s1600-h/lg-kc550-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFBK_Y1jtI/AAAAAAAAARk/0MN5x_JULRs/s320/lg-kc550-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571895325036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;5 mega pixels. =D I need something all in one. My dad wants me to use the 2630 nokia. I wouldn't survive. When I really hope for a new phone, I don't get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFD8vovTqI/AAAAAAAAARs/NdwOso7nR08/s1600-h/nokia_2630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFD8vovTqI/AAAAAAAAARs/NdwOso7nR08/s320/nokia_2630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278574949113482914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Christmas is coming daddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;School's starting in less than three weeks. God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-5343321529339471371?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/5343321529339471371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=5343321529339471371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5343321529339471371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/5343321529339471371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-go-by.html' title='Days go by'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/SUFBKjTfLSI/AAAAAAAAARc/HilkiQlYBHA/s72-c/lg-kc550-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-8469088132975860679</id><published>2008-12-08T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:00:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;My dog is vicious and crazy. Imagine yourself being chased by a tiny dog until you have to jump on the sofa to save your life. That's exactly what happened. But not to save my life la. xD All I did was just tell my maid to not give her nuts to eat. Stupid dog. PMS. -_- Good God I had a pillow blocking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now she's still in a bad mood. She gave me a bitch stare when I pat her. MY DOG GAVE ME A BITCH STARE! When she gives the stare, she's ready to bite. Blardeee. Obviously I pushed her and ran away. Such a great owner right? I know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STzAc-nBLUI/AAAAAAAAARM/LLV67KGMVo0/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STzAc-nBLUI/AAAAAAAAARM/LLV67KGMVo0/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277304467446902082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Recently, my vintage phone became stupid. It's working but it's stupid. It's like there's no coverage everywhere I go. So I took my LG chocolate to the phone shop to check. Hoping that I could fix it at a low price. Fella said he'd call in two three days but noo.. he didn't. Asshole. So my sister and her boyfriend brought me there to inquire bout it. NOOOOOO!!!!! He said my phone in very bad shape. Cannot fix already. Say if I wanna fix need to pay a lot so no point. Why like that?! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;I want a Christmas present this year. I want! ): Rest in peace my beloved phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STzFqbLPr0I/AAAAAAAAARU/L2vZ-qWaoFA/s1600-h/lg-chocolate-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STzFqbLPr0I/AAAAAAAAARU/L2vZ-qWaoFA/s320/lg-chocolate-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277310196011478850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-8469088132975860679?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/8469088132975860679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=8469088132975860679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8469088132975860679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/8469088132975860679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-break.html' title='Take A Break'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STzAc-nBLUI/AAAAAAAAARM/LLV67KGMVo0/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-3537751899462343071</id><published>2008-12-05T12:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:02:55.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Should Be a Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;This year, during the schooling days, I didn't go to the cinema for almost 3 or 4 months. Now, I'm going to the cinema four days in a row. I've watched Beast Stalker, Twilight, Bolt and today Kinta. -_- I pray to God that show turns out okay. And surprisingly, Twilight's quite nice. :X I refused to watch it at first and after watching it, there isn't any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went out with Marianne, Nicole, Karr-Nn, Amanda and Hui Xian to watch. Before we went for the movie, we were walking around and Amanda from the "QQ family"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's what they call it)&lt;/span&gt; did something really hilarious. Don't wanna say what she did. Later she fly to my house and give me a tight slap. But! I can show you the conversation I had with her a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STi-jaEcgEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NhabPY5aimw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STi-jaEcgEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NhabPY5aimw/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176478967201858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;You tell me la die or not? Haha. All the norhxx, orhxx, nerhxx, etc..  Amanda! I told you I'd do this. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've heard about the Malaysia's main body of the Islamic clerics banning Tomboy's in the Muslim majority country. If I'm not mistaken, it only applies to the Islams? I don't know. My grandmother just came behind me and said, "You're becoming more like a "samseng", Police catch ah". In mandrin. That made me totally forget what I wanted to blog about. So I changed my topic to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="nonprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Harussani said an increasing number of Malaysian girls behave like tomboys, and that some of them engage in homosexuality. Homosexuality is not explicitly banned in Malaysia, but it is effectively illegal under a law that prohibits sex acts "against the order of nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to human rights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" class="nonprint" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A well-known Malaysian Muslim actress caused an uproar last year when she shaved her head bald for a film. Harussani and other muftis urged Muslims not to watch the movie, arguing that the actress had violated Islam by making herself look like a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that also cannot ah?! Everything seems to be illegal in Malaysia. If any of you want to read more about it, go &lt;a href="http://www.wtop.com/?nid=105&amp;amp;sid=1503388"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to come from my family. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Zenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-3537751899462343071?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/3537751899462343071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=3537751899462343071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3537751899462343071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/3537751899462343071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-should-be-point.html' title='There Should Be a Point'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STi-jaEcgEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NhabPY5aimw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-9079398113462656064</id><published>2008-12-04T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:56:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Rules :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Pick your birth month .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Bold (or italicize) the best apply to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Copy to your own blog , with all twelve months .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Tag 10 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Attractive personality&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Sexy&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Affectionate&lt;/span&gt;. Shy and reserved&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;. Secretive&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves peace and serenity&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Loves to serve others&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Easily angered&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciative and returns kindness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Observant and assesses others&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Revengeful&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Loves to dream and fantasize&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves traveling&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Loves attention&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Hasty decisions in choosing partners&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Loves home decors&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Musically talented&lt;/s&gt;. Loves special things&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Moody&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Lovesto dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. Highspirited. Spendthrift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills.Talk ative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties instudy ing. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner andphysical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyanceo. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift.Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag : - nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-9079398113462656064?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/9079398113462656064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=9079398113462656064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/9079398113462656064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/9079398113462656064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-2249476161974811873</id><published>2008-12-03T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:19:07.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Place To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;So yesterday I was at Pavilion, KL. I don't know whether to say I like going there or not. The place looks so damn nice but everything there is so expensive. Even food. 10 bucks a plate of fried kuey teow? I don't know how much actually. I forgot. xD There's this huge Christmas tree in front of the main entrance. Darn nice deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1aIlbehI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JQWOIW3EFP8/s1600-h/PavilionKL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1aIlbehI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JQWOIW3EFP8/s320/PavilionKL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275392367864281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After a movie in pavilion, walked around and went to Starhill for dinner. Awesome. I love Starhill. I've been there so many times but my dad has never brought me to Jogoya to eat. On the 6th floor only what. Spend me makan there once also cannot. ): So he says,"it's too heavy". -_- Don't care. This holiday must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1Z3dWHFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/j6V1S4pMguM/s1600-h/22Dec%40Starhill_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1Z3dWHFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/j6V1S4pMguM/s320/22Dec%40Starhill_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275392363266972754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; When one goes to Starhill, one must visit the toilet there. Fine fine. Maybe only me. But I'm sure there are other people who loves the toilet there. Cool toilet okay. I have a fetish for hotel toilets. It's in the family genes I guess. I found a picture of the toilet. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1Z_-bAdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yVN6X2fzHlY/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1Z_-bAdI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yVN6X2fzHlY/s320/DSC00916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275392365553189330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nice right? The picture is edited. Two people were posing behind that thing. I had to get them off it. It's a bit retarded but who cares. The tap and basin's the unique thing in there. I'm scared of going into the toilet cubicles' though. Feels like a ghost movie scene. It's dark,quite small and imagine a ghost sitting on top of you. HAHAHA. Stupid show Shutter la. I can't be blamed for the wide and stupid imaginations. Eh, don't be scared to go because I just said that ah. That toilet you don't go you regret. It even has a nice smell. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will do Amanda's tag another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Zenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074305638165476669-2249476161974811873?l=amnz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/feeds/2249476161974811873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074305638165476669&amp;postID=2249476161974811873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2249476161974811873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074305638165476669/posts/default/2249476161974811873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amnz.blogspot.com/2008/12/place-to-be.html' title='Place To Be'/><author><name>the bitches</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02993376385229165656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STX1aIlbehI/AAAAAAAAAQs/JQWOIW3EFP8/s72-c/PavilionKL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074305638165476669.post-7398997927939179211</id><published>2008-11-30T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:29:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were the Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has been around five to seven years that I've not been into one of those auto car wash thing. Those stuff fascinates me. Well I get fascinated by quite a lot of things easily but whatever. When I was younger, I was scared to go through those huge brushes? I don't know what are those called.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Karr-Nn's still scared of it. :X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STKaFri5tMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zB1LPofWKgg/s1600-h/TTMET3EB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STKaFri5tMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zB1LPofWKgg/s320/TTMET3EB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274447535983408322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What's there not to be scared of? It's like you're getting trapped without anywhere to go and a few huge don't know what&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(s)&lt;/span&gt; are attacking you. I was young and Karr-Nn's still stupid. Haha! joke la joke. When I get a car, I must go through it myself at least once. It's so cool. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Bolt. The 3D Bolt. It looks really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STKen5j-wfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WB60Xlfu0XY/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STKen5j-wfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WB60Xlfu0XY/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274452521908093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STKfJ96m0fI/AAAAAAAAAQU/W0NYtbPjWAg/s1600-h/3022731422_bf521c15be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZsowfaVlQvc/STKfJ96m0fI/AAAAAAAAAQU/W0NYtbPjWAg/s320/3022731422_bf521c15be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274453107192287730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-fam
