<?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-2661244741195451538</id><updated>2012-01-04T11:57:15.958+08:00</updated><category term='Oh yeah Oh yeah'/><category term='What&apos;s the 411?'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Goodie goodie'/><category term='Video-Blogging'/><category term='LMAO'/><category term='Cravings'/><category term='Bahasa Malaysia'/><category term='Photo-blogging'/><category term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Inner Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-8451207441161907335</id><published>2010-06-16T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:18:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am clueless on what to blog about right now, so, if you want to suggest anything (particularly what you want me to talk about), let me know here! And I accept random questions from you too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/kaymania"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://formspring.me/kaymania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-8451207441161907335?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/8451207441161907335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/06/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/8451207441161907335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/8451207441161907335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/06/formspringme.html' title='Formspring.me'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-3134290502235642227</id><published>2010-05-30T19:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:23:33.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodie goodie'/><title type='text'>Nurul Atiqah Khir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... is one of the greatest people I have in my life. The first time I saw her, 7 years ago, it never crossed my mind that she would somehow be the sister I have never had. In fact, I thought she was a bimbo. Clad with a Barbie knapsack and pink ribbons all over her hair during her first day in class, it was pretty easy to assume that she was a bimbo. (I liked Barbies myself, but I never really called myself a bimbo because... well, who would label themselves as bimbos? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I grew fonder of her as time passed by. I started seeing the beauty within her and the fact that we had a lot of things in common. We both had a fetish for Barbies. We loved Britney Spears and have had thoughts about marrying Ken a.k.a. Barbie's boyfriend who doesn't have a "woohooo" down there (Ok, out of topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcrhKM8bI/AAAAAAAAATA/vD39zG7PVc0/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcrhKM8bI/AAAAAAAAATA/vD39zG7PVc0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477323474517946802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us are extremely close, that once, there was a rumour spreading like wild fire in school saying that the two of us were dating! We figured it would be hilarious to just go with the flow, so, whenever the two of us were together, we were holding hands. Man, I can still remember their faces. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept assuming that our relationship would deteriorate when I moved to another school in 2009. There was even a girl who said that we would drift so far apart, that we won't even recognise each other in the future. Obviously, they were wrong ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcsjkiluI/AAAAAAAAATQ/dIxSJ9qUXfU/s1600/IMG_1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcsjkiluI/AAAAAAAAATQ/dIxSJ9qUXfU/s400/IMG_1128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477323492345157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about our relationship is that she seeks me for advice about her love life. ME, who has no clue about maintaining a steady boy-girl relationship. And she claims that I am good at it. I don't know whether to be flattered or lonely (Because I give advice about love when I have never even been in a relationship with a guy) with that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqah has always been a gem of a girl. She's caring, she's kind, she's everything you seek for in a best friend. I love her with all my heart and nothing in the world is going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcsf1GIdI/AAAAAAAAATI/DtUFN42BDfE/s1600/IMG_2635+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcsf1GIdI/AAAAAAAAATI/DtUFN42BDfE/s400/IMG_2635+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477323491340853714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; Atiqah? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2661244741195451538-3134290502235642227?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/3134290502235642227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/05/nurul-atiqah-khir.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3134290502235642227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3134290502235642227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/05/nurul-atiqah-khir.html' title='Nurul Atiqah Khir'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/TANcrhKM8bI/AAAAAAAAATA/vD39zG7PVc0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-5228912390176426142</id><published>2010-05-30T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:59:31.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess I am Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am going start blogging here again. Nothing fancy, just.. you know, random shit that happens in my life. After trying out Tumblr, I still find this the best place to say whatever I want to say, when I want to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(And because I miss Blogger. Bleh :P) &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, expect more random stuffs from now onwards! &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you, followers for not giving up on me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-5228912390176426142?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/5228912390176426142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/5228912390176426142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/5228912390176426142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-i-am-back.html' title='I Guess I am Back?'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-1380129770323488827</id><published>2010-02-12T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:14:43.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s the 411?'/><title type='text'>Sorry, Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/S3UpscwLeYI/AAAAAAAAASo/FLHIom0BrJU/s1600-h/CCF02122010_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/S3UpscwLeYI/AAAAAAAAASo/FLHIom0BrJU/s400/CCF02122010_00000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437297968728996226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-1380129770323488827?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/1380129770323488827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-sorry.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/1380129770323488827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/1380129770323488827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry, Sorry'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/S3UpscwLeYI/AAAAAAAAASo/FLHIom0BrJU/s72-c/CCF02122010_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-1452379615822744754</id><published>2009-12-29T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:47:24.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s the 411?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Blogging'/><title type='text'>Christmas, New Year and... Short Hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSaTrQ-uSZk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSaTrQ-uSZk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-1452379615822744754?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/1452379615822744754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-new-year-and-short-hair_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/1452379615822744754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/1452379615822744754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-new-year-and-short-hair_29.html' title='Christmas, New Year and... Short Hair.'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-1923566360347644928</id><published>2009-11-15T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:32:33.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><title type='text'>Guess Who Wears Glasses Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sv-EI9aFs5I/AAAAAAAAASg/TkQkJw6kHs8/s1600-h/IMG_8617copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sv-EI9aFs5I/AAAAAAAAASg/TkQkJw6kHs8/s400/IMG_8617copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404183367325692818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME! -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-1923566360347644928?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/1923566360347644928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-who-wears-glasses-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/1923566360347644928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/1923566360347644928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-who-wears-glasses-now.html' title='Guess Who Wears Glasses Now?'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sv-EI9aFs5I/AAAAAAAAASg/TkQkJw6kHs8/s72-c/IMG_8617copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-6390476444949451814</id><published>2009-10-21T23:01:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:19:39.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To avoid studying Physics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAKE OUT WITH YOUR WEBCAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lDwhU9LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XRmNmEVa5Yc/s1600-h/Image671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lDwhU9LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XRmNmEVa5Yc/s400/Image671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395071625107666098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulling off a cute and innocent look. FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lDuWi6rI/AAAAAAAAARI/kAsg_evdQ7w/s1600-h/Image673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lDuWi6rI/AAAAAAAAARI/kAsg_evdQ7w/s400/Image673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395071624525572786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulling off a bimbotic look. PASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lC6BxOBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WKXPDVojcK8/s1600-h/Image678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lC6BxOBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WKXPDVojcK8/s400/Image678.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395071610479786002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being excited over a packet of Jacobs because I am that lame. (And because there was no other thing in my room to camwhore with)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lCmM2DWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1HEb007Rx2A/s1600-h/Image698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lCmM2DWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1HEb007Rx2A/s400/Image698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395071605157530978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Showing off my Tiger key chain! I have a Piglet, too, ya know. *gives a smug &lt;em&gt;macam taik&lt;/em&gt; look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8p4JeX4pI/AAAAAAAAARY/e8kJP9tDVCM/s1600-h/Image710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8p4JeX4pI/AAAAAAAAARY/e8kJP9tDVCM/s400/Image710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395076923205870226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eye balls will drop any minute now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8rMk2lj0I/AAAAAAAAARw/kTJrykq00FM/s1600-h/Image669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8rMk2lj0I/AAAAAAAAARw/kTJrykq00FM/s400/Image669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078373664198466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me being nerdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8rMK4238I/AAAAAAAAARg/w8iD-4Rka6Q/s1600-h/Image711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8rMK4238I/AAAAAAAAARg/w8iD-4Rka6Q/s400/Image711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078366694399938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me trying to look like a member of the Bee Gees. (The stoned look is a plus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8zeRtMDTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/N0swB7NK6Ow/s1600-h/beggees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8zeRtMDTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/N0swB7NK6Ow/s400/beggees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395087473855171890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8rMcNFQaI/AAAAAAAAARo/lmGQrI151zw/s1600-h/Image670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8rMcNFQaI/AAAAAAAAARo/lmGQrI151zw/s400/Image670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395078371342631330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me being Kanye; Complete with the douchebag facial expression. Douchebag according to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;Urbandictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Someone who has surpassed the levels of jerk and asshole, however not yet reached fucker or motherfucker."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8uqbGWqeI/AAAAAAAAASI/8uuOTW6Iip4/s1600-h/Image709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8uqbGWqeI/AAAAAAAAASI/8uuOTW6Iip4/s400/Image709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395082184976935394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me being a ninja with a mental disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8up7xCYYI/AAAAAAAAASA/QNdF2zerr7E/s1600-h/Image717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8up7xCYYI/AAAAAAAAASA/QNdF2zerr7E/s400/Image717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395082176566026626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I really have a mental disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-6390476444949451814?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/6390476444949451814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-f.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6390476444949451814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6390476444949451814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-f.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/St8lDwhU9LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XRmNmEVa5Yc/s72-c/Image671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-7388776544702564451</id><published>2009-10-12T16:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:09:44.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video-Blogging'/><title type='text'>Succession in a Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="310"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZ8JeH0fQPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Biology project my team and I made during the 1 week break. Not too shabby ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not laugh at my sexy voice :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-7388776544702564451?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/7388776544702564451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/10/succession-in-pond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7388776544702564451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7388776544702564451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/10/succession-in-pond.html' title='Succession in a Pond'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-6920339138755500758</id><published>2009-10-05T17:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:19:09.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahasa Malaysia'/><title type='text'>2009? 2010?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aunty, mau beli satu kotak Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eeee, aku mau juga! Kejap, korek duit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*got hers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wuina Kay, ais ba minumannya ni!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAH YA KAH?! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sedapnyaaaaa! Tapi terlebih masam pula ni. Yang macam masam suda basi tu ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*got mine*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Iya kan! Macam pula ooo &lt;em&gt;*continued drinking*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Farah was able to look at the expiry date (which was 28/05/2010) while sipping her drink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; KITA TAHUN NI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; KA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-________- ASTAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-6920339138755500758?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/6920339138755500758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6920339138755500758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6920339138755500758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-2010.html' title='2009? 2010?'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-6115159203001281773</id><published>2009-09-20T23:54:00.075+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:21:31.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodie goodie'/><title type='text'>Back to the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I LOVE every bit of my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My life was so simple back then. I didn't have to worry about exams (I used to think that exams were like homework- only they were done in school -_-), I didn't have to face peer pressure and I certainly didn't know how to curse :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was going through an old folder when I realised all these. It made me remember all the good times I had when I was little, and that made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It also made me realise that I gained a lot of weight over the years (You'll see what I mean in a bit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, photos to make this post a little bit more interesting :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdYrlIcgaI/AAAAAAAAANI/3fe_nlDOPFU/s1600-h/Untitled-10-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdYrlIcgaI/AAAAAAAAANI/3fe_nlDOPFU/s400/Untitled-10-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383869385269871010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me at the age of 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZcYbsmJNI/AAAAAAAAALo/9qnKsH3s8VI/s1600-h/Photo+19-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZcYbsmJNI/AAAAAAAAALo/9qnKsH3s8VI/s400/Photo+19-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383591979389428946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was born a poser, no doubt :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZdlnQdL-I/AAAAAAAAALw/cFjIXqe_C9A/s1600-h/Untitled-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZdlnQdL-I/AAAAAAAAALw/cFjIXqe_C9A/s400/Untitled-3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383593305342554082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was cute, no? *Ehem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdcKX8ioJI/AAAAAAAAANg/smMmB03zTY4/s1600-h/Untitled-6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdcKX8ioJI/AAAAAAAAANg/smMmB03zTY4/s400/Untitled-6-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383873212841107602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZfxxSufrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/62UU4ERO780/s1600-h/Untitled-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZfxxSufrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/62UU4ERO780/s400/Untitled-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383595713218117298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbie dolls; my favourite thing in the world, back then. My obsession with Barbie was like my obsession with Twitter, now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; obsessed. (Only people who &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kaymania"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt; understand what I mean :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZod6jV7hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2gP8Azslzmw/s1600-h/DSC00235-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZod6jV7hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2gP8Azslzmw/s400/DSC00235-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383605267710995986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cousins and I in my used-to-be room. I slept in that room for like a week and then moved out. It was because of the two red beady eyes I saw outside my window. Until this day, after 6 years, I have never slept in that room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZr6WHZ6uI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1IQ6gy9eVLM/s1600-h/Photo+18-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZr6WHZ6uI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1IQ6gy9eVLM/s400/Photo+18-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383609054681230050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The original McDonald's tauke. I even had a McDonald's cash register and play money, which my dad printed for me. I loved pretending to be a cashier. Pressing the buttons on that toy made me feel on top of the world. I felt like I was all grown up (I don't have the slightest idea why I was happy to feel old -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrderU2OqpI/AAAAAAAAANo/SfmexrRwneA/s1600-h/Untitled-11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrderU2OqpI/AAAAAAAAANo/SfmexrRwneA/s400/Untitled-11-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383875977968265874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I look like that granny from Little Red Riding Hood, only more hip because I had a velcro wallet from Sustagen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srel-qDf-4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RiXpZomRWLo/s1600-h/Chess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srel-qDf-4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/RiXpZomRWLo/s400/Chess1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383954375404157826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srel-QuOW7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/eKBGG-x5Dw0/s1600-h/Dining+Room1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srel-QuOW7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/eKBGG-x5Dw0/s400/Dining+Room1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383954368604036018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My twin sister, Katrina Claire :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZvbO43KlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U4A1bN_wYTk/s1600-h/May,K,Jazz,Edward,Co,Reg,Pia,Russel-Silam+copy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZvbO43KlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U4A1bN_wYTk/s400/May,K,Jazz,Edward,Co,Reg,Pia,Russel-Silam+copy-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383612918211750482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This picture has never failed to make me smile. It reminds me of one of the best childhood memories I have. I remember every single bit of what had happened, and I don't ever want to forget it :) Click &lt;a href="http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/songs-that-remind-me-of-certain-events_30.html?zx=fc91a90358ac28b4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to know what happened that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdnGX5szXI/AAAAAAAAANw/RI3cxjYu7uY/s1600-h/Untitled-5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdnGX5szXI/AAAAAAAAANw/RI3cxjYu7uY/s400/Untitled-5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383885238737620338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZ0W5QpzmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lUqlDPdhxWk/s1600-h/Photo+26-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZ0W5QpzmI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lUqlDPdhxWk/s400/Photo+26-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383618341244620386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Li May, Jazz and I. All three of us were in a "Britney Spears phase". We memorised all of her songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. We also knew the steps to her song 'Opps! I did it Again'. I remember the three of us jumping around when we found out that Britney was dating Justin Timberlake. We made complete fools out of ourselves by screaming and shaking our butts at the side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrejXDfwWeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_q4zjKEIHfs/s1600-h/Reggie,+it%27s+not+your+birthday!+copy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrejXDfwWeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_q4zjKEIHfs/s400/Reggie,+it%27s+not+your+birthday!+copy3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383951496015534562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was during my 7th birthday party. I was telling my aunt that I couldn't put out the candles, when my cousin decided to settle the problem himself. So that explains the picture above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZ7RG-fKEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mzrrBoGGsHc/s1600-h/Untitled-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZ7RG-fKEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mzrrBoGGsHc/s400/Untitled-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383625938428700738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Swimming lessons in the Philippines, 2005. I didn't enjoy it, AT ALL. It was stressful to learn how to swim because I had (still have) a fear of water. I thought it wasn't going to be so hard overcoming my fears. Men, I was so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZ9nmHjBFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dG7mX6zY0fQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrZ9nmHjBFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dG7mX6zY0fQ/s400/Untitled-1+copy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383628523768579154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hardly recognise myself here. I look different! These two girls are my cousins, (l-r) &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Jackie-Pioquinto/1568720861"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Camille-Dianne-G-Lubian/1675263994"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;. Camille looks like she was trying to drink the water O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SraAmEomZ9I/AAAAAAAAANA/_0UM6KGzo2U/s1600-h/Untitled-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SraAmEomZ9I/AAAAAAAAANA/_0UM6KGzo2U/s400/Untitled-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383631796135421906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was what I meant with "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I gained a lot of weight over the years". This is a picture of me, taken 4 years ago. I looked like a skeleton- Not good. My face was slim - Very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdZU-HFQrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qAuSUTUJrV0/s1600-h/Untitled-12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdZU-HFQrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qAuSUTUJrV0/s400/Untitled-12-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383870096349676210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chicken legs alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdaOrvni7I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZzULGsLhzSE/s1600-h/Untitled-9-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdaOrvni7I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZzULGsLhzSE/s400/Untitled-9-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383871087851834290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me and the infamous boy who blew my candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srdu_6qyDJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9AFj4p75tnM/s1600-h/Untitled-7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srdu_6qyDJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9AFj4p75tnM/s400/Untitled-7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383893923904228498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the proudest moments of my life. I came home drenched in my own sweat because I was jumping like a mad bulldog in my school bus. This was during the first grade- when I managed to score my exam papers and shut the mouth of my classmate who kept telling me that her mother was going to buy her 12 boxes of coloured pencils if she managed to beat me, and get the number 1 spot in class. BOOYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdydNxFgdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QC8XCVVucqo/s1600-h/Kay+%26+nat-peace!-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdydNxFgdI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QC8XCVVucqo/s400/Kay+%26+nat-peace!-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383897725782032850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG! I was a &lt;a href="http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalas-are-annoying.html?zx=45d7319bc07bda6d"&gt;lala&lt;/a&gt; -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srdz0sRMiRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7A9wYlJeLyk/s1600-h/Untitled-8-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srdz0sRMiRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7A9wYlJeLyk/s400/Untitled-8-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383899228618393874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cousin Jackie and I in my aunt's living room. We took quite a number of shots together on that day and this was the only one where she smiled. This was a candid shot, actually. She didn't plan on smiling. JACKIE, I HOPE YOU SEE THIS &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srd1bBRCyzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8V9fAS1JHMo/s1600-h/Untitled-13-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srd1bBRCyzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8V9fAS1JHMo/s400/Untitled-13-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383900986601556786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also liked playing computer games. I had a fetish for Chun Li, that girl in Street Fighter. Counter-strike was another game I loved, until my younger cousin discovered cheat codes for it. I became an anti-Counter-strike because I kept losing to my cousin who used those stupid codes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srd8xfqEDCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KNlvpstxj_0/s1600-h/Untitled-14-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srd8xfqEDCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KNlvpstxj_0/s400/Untitled-14-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383909069298076706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was really into sports. I enjoyed cycling, skating, playing badminton with my dad and playing with my skipping rope. I have a photo of myself jumping with my skipping rope, but I dare not post it here because my pants were falling down, and my underwear was visible -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srd7jXeHnLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2EOWMm79KM8/s1600-h/Untitled-15-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Srd7jXeHnLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2EOWMm79KM8/s400/Untitled-15-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383907727070698674" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I made my P.E. pants look like they were high-waisted mom jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was submerged under a huge wave of nostalgia when I was going through all these photos. I felt like going back and being a little girl again. I wanted to savour every ounce of these moments once more. But, if I really had the power to turn back time, and relive all these, I wouldn't. I wouldn't go back and experience them all over again. I would leave them, just the way they are- Not because I don't cherish them, but because I want them to stay precious and unique. All these memories mean a lot to me, and I would never trade them for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-6115159203001281773?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/6115159203001281773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6115159203001281773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6115159203001281773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-past.html' title='Back to the Past'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrdYrlIcgaI/AAAAAAAAANI/3fe_nlDOPFU/s72-c/Untitled-10-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-4554151858088261023</id><published>2009-09-12T20:08:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:14:21.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><title type='text'>My Attempt to Use Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SquYQJA0baI/AAAAAAAAALg/S6aAIZUawIY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SquYQJA0baI/AAAAAAAAALg/S6aAIZUawIY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380561582888873378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SquYPl0qHGI/AAAAAAAAALY/JmDFFFPt0G8/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SquYPl0qHGI/AAAAAAAAALY/JmDFFFPt0G8/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380561573442624610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did Adjustments on her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (duh! the most obvious part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Eyebrows&lt;/b&gt;; Eyebrows' colour/shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Eye shadow&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Eyeliner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;; I made them lighter and I think they look more sparkly. I don't know about you, &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Face&lt;/b&gt;; Made it slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Blusher&lt;/b&gt;; I added more orange, but it's not really obvious in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Lips&lt;/b&gt;; Made it smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's a GIF image, so you can see the changes clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w309/Skylerkaye/EmmaR.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not really neat. There are a few strands of hair left uncoloured, and the adjustment I did on her face is not fine (You can see "bumps", especially on the right side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT, I am satisfied. This is my first attempt and I think it's not too shabby. I kind of like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Emma looks gothic. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-4554151858088261023?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/4554151858088261023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-attempt-to-use-photoshop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4554151858088261023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4554151858088261023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-attempt-to-use-photoshop.html' title='My Attempt to Use Photoshop'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SquYQJA0baI/AAAAAAAAALg/S6aAIZUawIY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-4338571345572844439</id><published>2009-09-10T19:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:56:46.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><title type='text'>Andy Murray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sqjn-QqWSmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BvFLfdzcKLM/s1600-h/4877_90270271965_16814976965_1992303_508811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sqjn-QqWSmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BvFLfdzcKLM/s400/4877_90270271965_16814976965_1992303_508811_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379804811704552034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sqjn-IR-cyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NpYenC1YUYk/s1600-h/4877_90270276965_16814976965_1992304_2635138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sqjn-IR-cyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NpYenC1YUYk/s400/4877_90270276965_16814976965_1992304_2635138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379804809454842658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hottest tennis player EVER to walk on the face of the Earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-4338571345572844439?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/4338571345572844439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/andy-murray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4338571345572844439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4338571345572844439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/andy-murray.html' title='Andy Murray'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sqjn-QqWSmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BvFLfdzcKLM/s72-c/4877_90270271965_16814976965_1992303_508811_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-3077279955188557295</id><published>2009-09-03T21:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:37:58.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s the 411?'/><title type='text'>Things Katrina did for the whole week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't do anything much that day. Took the whole day for granted by lazying around at home, eating eating eating, and hogging the television. I tried to study but nothing went into my dumbass brain. I was a little bit depressed because school was about to reopen the next day (A one week break is not enough for me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up having a slight fever, but managed to go to school. I was so happy that I understood my Chemistry lesson, that it made me gay the whole day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was absent. Woke up feeling numb all over my body and that made me shit-scared. I forced myself to get up and prepare for school, but in the end, I decided not to go because I was afraid that I might collapse in school. 3/4 of the day was spent by lying on the couch, watching tv. Very productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School was dull. We did revisions for most of the subjects. Had a really hot debate during P.E about stress. It was pretty hilarious, because both of the teams (especially us with our opponents) were shouting at each other with any points they could think of- relevant or not relevant. We even commented about our opponents' seating place. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (Today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could hardly focus in class because of my stupid cold. But, I did enjoy Biology. The teacher was in a very good mood. The internet was down when I came home, so I slept the whole afternoon. Again, very productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I am wasting my time playing Pet Society. My life is so exciting!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-3077279955188557295?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/3077279955188557295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-katrina-did-for-whole-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3077279955188557295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3077279955188557295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-katrina-did-for-whole-week.html' title='Things Katrina did for the whole week'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-3748959598732727976</id><published>2009-08-20T19:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:17:06.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh yeah Oh yeah'/><title type='text'>We are not Tarzan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Ok, i shall start with a short introductory of myself. I'm born in Kuching and currently still staying in Kuching. And NO, i don't live on trees.Kuching is a city, and it's modern, equipt with five stars hotel. the only thing we do not have here is the gigantic hypermarkets.other than that , we have what the west have too."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://web.malaysia-students.com/melanie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melanie of Malaysia Students Blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is something we should shove in the faces of people who believe that we, East Malaysians, still live on trees, peeling bananas and practically living our lives like Orang Utans (which I can say, is pretty much what Sabah is famous for. The only con to that is - some of them think that we ARE Orang Utans, wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'd like to make a correction with this statement;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1Borneo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a hypermarket ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/2661244741195451538-3748959598732727976?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/3748959598732727976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-not-tarzan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3748959598732727976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3748959598732727976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-not-tarzan.html' title='We are not Tarzan'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-2504351577585175261</id><published>2009-08-14T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:02:26.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Yearbook Photos of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;&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/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoUwjzKYuOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/veJ9bD-i6r0/s1600-h/Form+3B+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoUwjzKYuOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/veJ9bD-i6r0/s400/Form+3B+2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369751522296510690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you, mates! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the times we spent together. All the mess we made, all the things we did; nothing in this world can ever replace that. Despite the fact that most of us go to different schools now, I still hope that one day, us, monkeys of 3B 2008 will reunite and conquer the world. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just love you guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoUyOuxQdOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/J5qOOL3JNOc/s1600-h/MPAKP+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoUyOuxQdOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/J5qOOL3JNOc/s400/MPAKP+2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369753359363372258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This photo does not do any justice! I look fat. Fat fat fat. What were they thinking when they decided to include my gay face in this section?! Everybody else looks good here while I look retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not fair, ya'know  -__-&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/2661244741195451538-2504351577585175261?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/2504351577585175261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/yearbook-photos-of-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/2504351577585175261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/2504351577585175261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/yearbook-photos-of-2008.html' title='Yearbook Photos of 2008'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoUwjzKYuOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/veJ9bD-i6r0/s72-c/Form+3B+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-789448712687152907</id><published>2009-08-12T14:27:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:29:06.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cravings'/><title type='text'>Eye Candies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJnj5qdxgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/x-13Xq5y7z8/s1600-h/NRW0270-100zoom6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJnj5qdxgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/x-13Xq5y7z8/s200/NRW0270-100zoom6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368967572251067906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJniqnSPlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zyCY0QFyD2A/s1600-h/CBR104012BGYzoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJniqnSPlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zyCY0QFyD2A/s200/CBR104012BGYzoom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368967551031328338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJpFqV7JnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uw7S0bWeazU/s1600-h/SANTB0101-MULzoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJpFqV7JnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uw7S0bWeazU/s200/SANTB0101-MULzoom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368969251765560946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJm-LoT8sI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q2TRzNAd4Kw/s1600-h/CWHO01004zoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJm-LoT8sI/AAAAAAAAAIg/q2TRzNAd4Kw/s200/CWHO01004zoom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368966924238844610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJm9l_fXBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IfEOPOImFZY/s1600-h/JORGMON-NATzoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJm9l_fXBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IfEOPOImFZY/s200/JORGMON-NATzoom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368966914135514130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJm9blMZAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OYWOgqqj1Ag/s1600-h/0040100359-VAR1zoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJm9blMZAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OYWOgqqj1Ag/s200/0040100359-VAR1zoom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368966911340864514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give me these, and I'll cherish you with all my heart  :)&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/2661244741195451538-789448712687152907?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/789448712687152907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/eye-candies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/789448712687152907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/789448712687152907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/eye-candies.html' title='Eye Candies'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SoJnj5qdxgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/x-13Xq5y7z8/s72-c/NRW0270-100zoom6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-7038183504910990191</id><published>2009-08-03T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:58:58.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Think About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"When you were young, you are so naive and innocent. You don't need to know things, people will be there for you and protect you; somehow now, we gotta handle things by our own... however when you look back, these people still will be there for you and support you." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://red-dove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catherina Wong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-7038183504910990191?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/7038183504910990191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7038183504910990191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7038183504910990191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-6822946112257838051</id><published>2009-08-02T16:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:59:14.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s the 411?'/><title type='text'>Ha ha He he Hu hu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SnVWcG3GpxI/AAAAAAAAADw/AIM1qHM6MZc/s1600-h/Image654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SnVWcG3GpxI/AAAAAAAAADw/AIM1qHM6MZc/s400/Image654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365289571959875346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't wanna mess with my nerdy side :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am blogging this merely because I don't feel so good and just in case this is my last blog post, you'll remember my existance and the fact that I'll haunt you when I cross-over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ha ha, you think I am kidding? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My weeks have been pretty hectic. With the swine flu going around, only makes things worse. I was absent last week (as in, the whole week) due to stomach cramps. And also because I wanted to avoid H1N1 for a week. Stoopid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So basically, I missed a week's worth of lessons. How am I going to catch up with that, you ask? -- I don't know/ Yet to figure out how/ Not going to/ *insert lame excuse here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The moral of the story is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't suck on limes when you know your period is coming and don't be stupid by avoiding the swine flu. It'll come after you anyway :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-6822946112257838051?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/6822946112257838051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-hehe-huhu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6822946112257838051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/6822946112257838051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-hehe-huhu.html' title='Ha ha He he Hu hu'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SnVWcG3GpxI/AAAAAAAAADw/AIM1qHM6MZc/s72-c/Image654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-7194387309959543727</id><published>2009-07-16T01:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:59:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn You, Blood-Sucking Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been trying to kill a mosquito for 2 hours now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime I raise my hands, it just dissapears and I can't find it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But when I stop looking for it, it just reappears in front of me in a sort of &lt;em&gt;"ne ne ne, you can't catch me"&lt;/em&gt; vibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simply put it this way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The shitty mosquito is challenging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This.Means.War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-7194387309959543727?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/7194387309959543727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/07/darn-you-blood-sucking-beast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7194387309959543727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7194387309959543727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/07/darn-you-blood-sucking-beast.html' title='Darn You, Blood-Sucking Beast'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-5842236942532932795</id><published>2009-07-05T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:57:43.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo-blogging'/><title type='text'>The Photo Says It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SlAITS2UufI/AAAAAAAAADo/WcbutJPRulA/s1600-h/Image644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SlAITS2UufI/AAAAAAAAADo/WcbutJPRulA/s400/Image644.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354789084513745394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-5842236942532932795?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/5842236942532932795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/5842236942532932795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/5842236942532932795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/07/photo-says-it-all.html' title='The Photo Says It All'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SlAITS2UufI/AAAAAAAAADo/WcbutJPRulA/s72-c/Image644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-4714560283663731433</id><published>2009-07-02T07:55:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:21:00.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Life, Oh Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think my family members secretly wish that I am girly girl (Or if not, the little girl I used to be who was obsessed with skirts, sky-high heels and dresses). They have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; always allured me into buying halter tops, baby doll dresses and high heels. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But they never really work. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so, I am not a girly girl. I don't wear minis and heels. I don't like dresses and spaghetti tops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like graphic tees, jeans, sneakers, sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the big deal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That I dress like a tomboy? That people might think that I am a "wild child"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If yeah, then they should just go eff themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never EVER judge a person by how he/she dresses. You'll never know who that person really is if you keep making interpretations based on how he/she looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is just unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are unfair if you do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am not typing this to be "emo" but I just wish that people would see things at a different perspective and not be too rigid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If a little girl prefers geeking up in front of the computer rather than playing with her Barbie doll, then let her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If a teenager wants to become a teacher, then let him. Don't just push him aside because you want him to become a lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is all about choices, experiments. It gives us a chance to explore it in ways we would have never imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No one should live in a box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go out and see the world, try different things, and find out who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Cause when you find that piece of you that somehow has been missing, you'll know, it was worth the troubles you went through ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so tell me, how did "the way I dress up" turn into some sort of philosophical life entry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-4714560283663731433?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/4714560283663731433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-oh-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4714560283663731433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4714560283663731433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-oh-life.html' title='Life, Oh Life'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-2921252912442588018</id><published>2009-06-30T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:10:02.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodie goodie'/><title type='text'>Songs That Remind Me Of Certain Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever had a nostalgic feeling when you listen to a song? It's as if you are reliving a memory from your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is crazy (and not to mention, weird) how a simple song can remind you of all sorts of things. Whether it was about scoring your Add Maths test, getting your dream car or being asked out by a guy, there are just some songs which stick to your head, even after so many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know about you but I do get this feeling. Certain songs remind of certain events that have happened in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not like I tell myself "Oh, you should relate Graduation by Vitamin C with the class party you had last year because it is a perfect song to tell you that you and your friends are separating" - no. It just... naturally happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes the song doesn't even portray what you feel at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; moment. Like, Bubbly by Colbie Caillat may remind you of the time when you got a bad grade for Maths, and I'm Yours by Jason Mraz may brings flashbacks of the fight you had with your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weird huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I guess you want to know the list of songs that remind me of certain events ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. My humps by the Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This reminds me of the time I stayed over at my cousin's place in Tawau, in 2006. Back then, this song was on every radio station and eventually, it got stuck in all of our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, we were dancing and singing to this song while we packed our bags for a trip to Pulau Sipadan the next day... and the whole thing led to my cousin, shaking every inch of what God gave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Skn2W1ne53I/AAAAAAAAADY/SRwtj8KAr2M/s1600-h/May,Jazz%26I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Skn2W1ne53I/AAAAAAAAADY/SRwtj8KAr2M/s400/May,Jazz%26I.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353080504316782450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is the one in the middle :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He even danced (and way longer) to this song in Pulau Sipadan, in front of dozens of people, after we dared him to ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole dance of his made all of them laugh and he kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;became famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; during the trip. People were waving and saying hello to him like he was some kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;datuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Hit Me Baby One More Time by Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This track reminds me of one of the best childhood memories I have :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was Christmas Eve when my cousins and I decided to have a sleepover at my uncle's place in Silam. The drive which usually took about 30 minutes ended up being 3 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The car broke down like every 10 minutes. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Among all the places that we stopped by, the classiest one had to be the cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember all of us being shit scared and literally hugging ourselves in the car. We were filled with thoughts of what we thought, could possibly happen then (pontianak chasing us around, toyol stealing our chipsmore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking of that experience now, after 9 years, has never failed to tickle my funny bone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sj2CK1WbcSI/AAAAAAAAADI/F2ALyhwa-dU/s1600-h/May,K,Jazz,Edward,Co,Reg,Pia,Russel-Silam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sj2CK1WbcSI/AAAAAAAAADI/F2ALyhwa-dU/s400/May,K,Jazz,Edward,Co,Reg,Pia,Russel-Silam.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349575055017472290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This photo was taken shortly after we arrived at my uncle's place - I was so cute then. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. I Believe by Yolanda Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I remember that this was playing on repeat on the day my PMR results came out. My friends thought that I was extremely stressed out because I listened to this song for 6 hours straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; very stressed out and this was the only song that made me feel calm and relaxed. So, I just had to play it on repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, the real reason why I remember this track is because it was playing when a friend texted me about my results. I will never forget that feeling of satisfaction, of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fyi, ever since that day, this song has become one of my my pick-me-up songs :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4iC--GKCo0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="170" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah, these are the songs. There are more actually, but these are the only ones I could think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What songs remind you of certain events? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-2921252912442588018?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/2921252912442588018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/songs-that-remind-me-of-certain-events_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/2921252912442588018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/2921252912442588018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/songs-that-remind-me-of-certain-events_30.html' title='Songs That Remind Me Of Certain Events'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Skn2W1ne53I/AAAAAAAAADY/SRwtj8KAr2M/s72-c/May,Jazz%26I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-4459520255495214454</id><published>2009-06-20T23:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:08:53.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh yeah Oh yeah'/><title type='text'>Late Night Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What does a person do to escape the piles of homework, the agonising sounds of her cousins talking crap and the thoughts of marrying Lucas Till?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sj0DXI8YzYI/AAAAAAAAADA/D62c97fvGaM/s1600-h/Untitled-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sj0DXI8YzYI/AAAAAAAAADA/D62c97fvGaM/s400/Untitled-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349435628458659202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She camwhores like there is no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yeah Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-4459520255495214454?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/4459520255495214454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/late-night-procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4459520255495214454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/4459520255495214454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/late-night-procrastination.html' title='Late Night Procrastination'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/Sj0DXI8YzYI/AAAAAAAAADA/D62c97fvGaM/s72-c/Untitled-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-7834612567637624988</id><published>2009-06-14T04:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:10:42.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I seriously hate lower back pain during my period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't sleep properly and my mood swings become unpredictable. I hate it when that happens, it's like I don't know myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like this morning, I went mad because there were 3 strands of hair on my desk. THREE STRANDS. wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also went nuts over the short blackout just now. I went berserk when I saw a leaf in the living room and I felt like choking someone when I heard my neighbour's dog barking like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RrLQUN8UJg"&gt;William Hung&lt;/a&gt; (gay gay gay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And to top it all off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't even finished that post I promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please don't give up on me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-7834612567637624988?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/7834612567637624988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-want-to-know-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7834612567637624988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7834612567637624988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-want-to-know-secret.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-5511302238594012629</id><published>2009-06-05T03:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:14:18.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh yeah Oh yeah'/><title type='text'>Adam Lambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SigdtqROtpI/AAAAAAAAACY/X-uOOi0d-_U/s1600-h/10_adam_lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SigdtqROtpI/AAAAAAAAACY/X-uOOi0d-_U/s400/10_adam_lambert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343553628152968850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even though he didn't win American Idol, I will forever be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a fan of Adam Lambert. So what if he is gay? At least he is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; gay. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And he soo beats Kris Allen's version of No Boundaries. Muahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w309/Skylerkaye/msn_bat.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-5511302238594012629?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/5511302238594012629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-lambert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/5511302238594012629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/5511302238594012629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/adam-lambert.html' title='Adam Lambert'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SigdtqROtpI/AAAAAAAAACY/X-uOOi0d-_U/s72-c/10_adam_lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-7202282992419803127</id><published>2009-06-04T16:40:00.048+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:01:05.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Lalas Are Annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lalas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A general word that describes someone who is fcukin annoying. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are a few things you can see in lalas :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. The never ending 'zzzzzzz' and 'xxxxxxx'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When they email you or send you something, they tend to outdo themselves when it comes to words. You'll see ten 'z' at the end of every word. Like that isn't annoying enough, they spell the words in a way that kills the English language. Take this sentence for instance ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How are you today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seems normal eyh? Wait 'till it becomes lala-nized ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hoew arez eiux 2daeyz worhxxxzzzx?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of them even talk like this. It's like you have been sucked into a world where dumb-blondes are the new 'it' thing. Can you imagine talking to someone with that kind of language? Irritates the hell outta me. I mean, come on! Can't you just speak properly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. The way they dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know that everyone has their own rights in dressing themselves up but when fashion becomes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; too much, it turns into annoyance. Yes or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lalas always wear too much make up, hence, proving themselves worthy in entering the circus and becoming the next "bozo the clown".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We all know the phrase, "less is more", right? Well, lalas go for "more is less". They always over-accessorise. They wear A LOT of jewellery. I know things like this show your status or whatever but don't you think that too much of a good thing isn't always so sweet? In fact, it makes a person look like a show-off (and we all know show-off is just a polite term for btich). But as for a lala, well, the more the merrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. The way their photos look like on social sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lalas have their trademark when it comes to taking photos - 'the so close, zoom in' type of photos. Their cameras are practically kissing their faces man. And they just look fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let me give you an example for this ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SifBm2fgSBI/AAAAAAAAACI/OnwHZDMdAxg/s1600-h/IMG_6822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SifBm2fgSBI/AAAAAAAAACI/OnwHZDMdAxg/s400/IMG_6822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343452356105226258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lala trademark no. 1 - The forceful looking smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The mother of all lala trademarks has to be this. I don't understand why they smile like that. I am sure they have beautiful smiles, but why smile so... tightly? It's like they are hiding something in their mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ada emas ka di dalam tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lala trademark no. 2 - The peace sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They sport the peace in almost every photo. And they do it in that way *points above* . I like peace signs, really. But when a person uses it excessively, it becomes boring, and not to mention, annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lala trademark no. 3 - The big eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like big eyes. I adore big eyes. But big eyes like those in the photo just look.... BIG. They don't look natural and they can like pop out any minute. They also remind me of fishes (not a good thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another thing I notice about lala photos is that they take photos of similar poses and upload ALL OF THEM on social sites. (If you don't believe me, go dig in Friendster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SifSGV6FhNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5_RtgjLIFWA/s1600-h/Untitled-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SifSGV6FhNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5_RtgjLIFWA/s400/Untitled-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343470489300206802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at this photo. This is a great example of a lala photo overdose. Who likes going through a photo gallery containing shots that are similar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(See photos number 2 and 3) Why would you upload photos that look the same? Can't you just upload one? Just because one pair of the eyes is big and the other pair is squinting, doesn't mean that you should upload both to show how "versatile" you can be.  -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And notice what I mean with the 'so close, zoom in' type of photos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know lalas are good people but they can just be very annoying. Their trends are just........ annoying and that makes everything they do annoying. And everybody dislikes annoying people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hold no grudges against lalas. I just dislike their annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* I am not a lala. The pictures are just examples, ok. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* Count how many times I used the word "annoying" , heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-7202282992419803127?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/7202282992419803127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalas-are-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7202282992419803127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/7202282992419803127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/lalas-are-annoying.html' title='Lalas Are Annoying'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SifBm2fgSBI/AAAAAAAAACI/OnwHZDMdAxg/s72-c/IMG_6822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661244741195451538.post-3873083447666788039</id><published>2009-06-04T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:01:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Make Another Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You already have a blog, so why not just set that one on private, instead of creating a new one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, it looks stupid to create another blog when I can always set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kaemania.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://kaemania.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on private. I find it kind of troublesome, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I want to have a blog where I can rant whatever I want without worrying what other people may say. And when I mean other people, I mean, my family members. The fact that they read my blog doesn't allow me to really open up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you not notice that I rarely (or maybe never) curse in my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's 'cause my uncles and aunts, and also my dad read my blog. My family members aren't really open about kids my age (heh) cursing. I can't even use 'shit'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But anyway, yeah. That is why I created this blog. I want the freedom to be able to say what I want to say, when I want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll see the real Katrina, I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661244741195451538-3873083447666788039?l=dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/feeds/3873083447666788039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-make-another-blog.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3873083447666788039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661244741195451538/posts/default/3873083447666788039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailycatastrophes.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-make-another-blog.html' title='Why Make Another Blog?'/><author><name>Kay C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04300928451359752551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cih6TKjMPOY/SrepYpzEfeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyubZ6XXQnA/S220/Untitled-1+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
