<?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-9579501</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:53:24.075+08:00</updated><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='perverted guy'/><category term='Draco'/><category term='opposites attract'/><category term='Hermione'/><category term='funny story'/><category term='sunway monash condo'/><title type='text'>Depression, i-love-you's, exams, insomnia, cs.</title><subtitle type='html'>My mum forced me to start this =)...not</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-2633700527611442403</id><published>2008-07-29T15:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:19:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cold feet feel fit fiddle snow blow cow dung shit waste time travelers check deck detonate demolish D-Day oppression resentment tyranny Iraq violence jetplanes eye-for-eye rape Mayday AK47 free-for-all kids crying mothers dead soldiers grinning grim gritty gripped greasy great? get me out of here please please please beast Bush push land of the free loose women rights wrongs false truth black white what is what? home of the brave game dame aim maim future generations of children innocence pure gentle blessed happy Peace stop the war now now now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-2633700527611442403?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/2633700527611442403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=2633700527611442403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/2633700527611442403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/2633700527611442403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2008/07/cold-feet-feel-fit-fiddle-snow-blow-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-710931392390720917</id><published>2008-04-29T00:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:30:53.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perverted guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunway monash condo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny story'/><title type='text'>My new 'friend' with benefit</title><content type='html'>So okay, I was minding my own business, surfing for movies and stuff on Xsocam tonight right (Xsocam's like my hostel LAN thing, where hostelites share stuff with each other). And then I suddenly got this private message from this guy. So it goes like this: ([ ] is me interpreting his England)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post the whole conversation btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; = me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; = powderful sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22:55:18] &lt;cd&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:56:08] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22:56:19] &lt;cd&gt; hah i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:56:44] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22:56:52] &lt;cd&gt; male here&lt;br /&gt;[22:56:53] &lt;cd&gt; thr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:57:10] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; errm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:57:11] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22:57:23] &lt;cd&gt; hey&lt;br /&gt;[22:57:24] &lt;cd&gt; tel me la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:57:38] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; tell you what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22:57:52] &lt;cd&gt; male r female&lt;br /&gt;[22:59:17] &lt;cd&gt; ur bisexual ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:59:36] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:59:46] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; my sexual orientation has nothing to do with my gender aight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[22:59:55] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:01] &lt;cd&gt; k&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:08] &lt;cd&gt; like to have fun with me&lt;br /&gt;[23:00:42] &lt;cd&gt; hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being the non-party pooper I must agree wan mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;[23:03:02] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:03:11] &lt;cd&gt; oh&lt;br /&gt;[23:03:17] &lt;cd&gt; like to meet me now&lt;br /&gt;[23:03:21] &lt;cd&gt; n have fun now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:03:40] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:03:43] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; what are you into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:03:57] &lt;cd&gt; can u cum 2 my room now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:04:32] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; block a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:04:46] &lt;cd&gt; ur girl r guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:04:58] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:05:07] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; it's just fun, innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:05:09] &lt;cd&gt; den what la&lt;br /&gt;[23:05:20] &lt;cd&gt; k im n block b [i think he meant block a, cos block b's exclusively for girls]&lt;br /&gt;[23:05:52] &lt;cd&gt; 4th floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:06:24] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; u girl then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:06:43] &lt;cd&gt; no im guy&lt;br /&gt;[23:06:48] &lt;cd&gt; im not girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL of course I must question his intention right. Just to poke fun at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:10:57] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; go ur room do what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:11:08] &lt;cd&gt; just talk&lt;br /&gt;[23:11:16] &lt;cd&gt; not in my room in hal [not in my room, in the hall]&lt;br /&gt;[23:11:22] &lt;cd&gt; r somewhr u like [or somewhere you like]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:11:46] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:11:52] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; so u're not asking for sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:11:57] &lt;cd&gt; tel me&lt;br /&gt;[23:12:02] &lt;cd&gt; hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[23:12:06] &lt;cd&gt; may be if u like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:12:11] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:12:14] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; how old are u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:12:19] &lt;cd&gt; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. A 20 year old kid asking me for sex. (*ahem*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:15:45] &lt;cd&gt; k la&lt;br /&gt;[23:16:06] &lt;cd&gt; den cum here la letz v talk after that u decide n hv sex&lt;br /&gt;[23:16:11] &lt;cd&gt; r u go 2 ur room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:16:24] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; u tell me ur name and what u're studying first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:16:28] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:16:33] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; u are asking for sex then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:16:40] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; or are u asking for a person to chat with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:17:08] &lt;cd&gt; if friends means v can chat if u like means hv fun in that [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:32:59] &lt;cd&gt; hey plz la&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:03] &lt;cd&gt; i vil not eat u&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:15] &lt;cd&gt; don't worry i vil not tel anyone&lt;br /&gt;[23:33:23] &lt;cd&gt; tel b friends out side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:34:22] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:34:26] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; what's ur plan actually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:34:29] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; what are u planning to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:45] &lt;cd&gt; what ur thinking&lt;br /&gt;[23:34:56] &lt;cd&gt; im modd to have sex with u [i'm in the mood to have sex with you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modd&lt;/span&gt; to crack his head open. So then I asked him the most important question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:45:18] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; have u ever had sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:45:26] &lt;cd&gt; nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:46:52] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; u ask me to go to ur room, i dont know u, u dont know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:46:56] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; and u want to have sex with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:47:17] &lt;cd&gt; hmmmm if interest both means [yes, if both of us are interested]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:47:26] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; u want to have sex for the first time with a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:47:50] &lt;cd&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ur not stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:47:53] &lt;cd&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ur my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. This is a freaking classic, man. But this is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:59:37] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; aih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:59:41] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; not very smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[23:59:44] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; go sleep lar then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:59:54] &lt;cd&gt; k bye&lt;br /&gt;[23:59:57] &lt;cd&gt; take care&lt;br /&gt;[00:00:07] &lt;cd&gt; if ur interest to cum means i vil wait la&lt;br /&gt;[00:00:15] &lt;cd&gt; i vil suck ur cock&lt;br /&gt;[00:00:19] &lt;cd&gt; but missed up [missed out]&lt;br /&gt;[00:00:21] &lt;cd&gt; k bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was playing him. But no. Goodness. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:11:25] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; i ask my gay friend to go over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:11:28] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:12:12] &lt;cd&gt; who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:12:37] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:12:42] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; if u dont want it's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:14:52] &lt;cd&gt; how i vil find him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:15:08] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; i ask him to wait outside ur unit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:15:15] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; u wait for him there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:15:18] &lt;cd&gt; oh k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:15:24] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; i will tell him, whether he comes anot it depends on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:15:26] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:15:28] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:15:35] &lt;cd&gt; tel him to cum at 3a 4th floor&lt;br /&gt;[00:15:51] &lt;cd&gt; den til that i hv 2 wait ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:16:07] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:16:12] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:13] &lt;cd&gt; hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:20] &lt;cd&gt; comform with him n tel la&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:23] &lt;cd&gt; hey hey&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:24] &lt;cd&gt; tel me&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:31] &lt;cd&gt; what i wana to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:16:39] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; just wait for him lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:16:40] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; aiyor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:40] &lt;cd&gt; wait in my floor ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;[00:16:43] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;infatuated&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:51] &lt;cd&gt; k can i go now&lt;br /&gt;[00:16:56] &lt;cd&gt; k im going&lt;br /&gt;[00:17:03] &lt;cd&gt; out to wait for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he think? Be perverted, and not get anything done to him in return? Be perverted, and expect people to take up his offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila siut one this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyone in condo who'll like a gay partner, please by all means look for this guy. India Indian (as in native India), 5'7", doing computer tech in Sunway, very perverted, possibly mental, staying in block A, 4th floor, unit 3a, single room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;/infatuated&gt;&lt;/cd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-710931392390720917?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/710931392390720917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=710931392390720917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/710931392390720917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/710931392390720917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-friend-with-benefit.html' title='My new &apos;friend&apos; with benefit'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-8201514179644597360</id><published>2008-01-26T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:20:47.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new year has just barely started...</title><content type='html'>...and I've already watched the worst film 2008 has to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you want to save your sanity, AVOID watching Gabriel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairly interesting storyline, but...let's just say, bad directing, bad acting. It could be watch-able if only the film takes on a different direction :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring as hell and hello, what does it teach kids? Angels (or Arcs or whatever as they like to call it) do not swear, do not have sex with each other (!) and they certainly do not attempt suicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I find funny throughout the whole movie experience is what the other cinemagoers did. One lady commented to her bf that the movie is 'hou lan 9 sien.' Haha. A few left the cinema. A few were playing games and sms-ing on their handphones. I think a few were sleeping too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-8201514179644597360?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/8201514179644597360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=8201514179644597360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/8201514179644597360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/8201514179644597360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-has-just-barely-started.html' title='The new year has just barely started...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-5845053200927060722</id><published>2007-12-02T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:19:23.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opposites attract'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermione'/><title type='text'>It's got to be Draco AND Hermione!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll have you know I'm the type who reads and re-reads and re-re-reads my books. I have read any/every book/novel/chic lit that I have more than 1 time (at least). And when I'm finally bored with reading them too much, I read fan fictions. Only on those that I deem to have you know, presentable characters, a strong base for a storyline etc etc. Like, Harry Potter. (This is strictly IMHO, so fizz off if you don't like HP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the idea of Ron and Hermione together. This whole 'opposites attract' thing really, really interests me. I like it when two person who are not even in the slight similar, are together or have feelings for each other or whatever. It makes the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like a romantic? Because I won't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading the 7th book I hoped, I prayed, I begged JK Rowling to make Ron and Hermione together. And I actually believed that none of the 3 will die, I actually thought maybe Ginny will die. But that's beside the point - what I really want to say is that I've changed my opinion, and I need to know that it's not only me who thinks that Draco and Hermione will be a better fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to list down the points to support my conclusion, based on the 'opposites attract' theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ron &amp;amp; Hermione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ron is dumb, Hermione is smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? That's just about what they have not in common. Whereas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Draco &amp;amp; Hermione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is mean, Hermione is kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco has blonde hair, Hermione is a brunette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is a boy, Hermione is a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is pure-blood, Hermione is Muggle-born&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is in Slytherin, Hermione in Gryffindor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've thought about it, and some similarities are good for a relationship, ya? But I'm not going to list down the points for Ron &amp;amp; Hermione, because really, they're not meant for each other and JK Rowling has done a grave, grave mistake about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is smart, Hermione is smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is very good-looking, Hermione is very good-looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is good at Potions, so is Hermione&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco is rich, Hermione is too (as opposed to poor Weasley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco hates Hermione, Hermione hates Draco too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Draco has many plus points too: he's really charming, he's bound to be a better kisser than Ron, Malfoy is a better surname than Weasley, he dresses well, he's cutely snobbish, he's blonde not redhead :S etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ron and Hermione have the 'opposites attract' thing going on, but so what? So do Draco and Hermione, plus much more! Ron's a good boy, and nobody likes a good boy. Every girl likes a bad boy. Draco is a bad boy. Isn't it so romantic if Draco turns out to be a good boy who pretends to be a bad boy? What is better than a bad boy and a good girl? A good boy and a good girl? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because the both of them are so very good-looking (Draco and Hermione)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JQzXJEMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L0kRbrsOcYc/s1600-R/dramione7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JQzXJEMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dL2GkHFA-HE/s320/dramione7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139258968098746706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JRDHJEMWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5d4gOOcWf_I/s1600-R/dramione6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JRDHJEMWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SzU94lzz0S8/s320/dramione6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139259238681686370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they will make very beautiful babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware that I'm being biased, but think about it - the possibility of Draco and Hermione together, isn't it more exciting, more dangerous, more enticing, more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; that Ron and Hermione? I know Emma Watson's a big fan of Ron/Hermione, but hor, she should really, really think about it. Tom Felton's 100% more good-looking than Rupert Grint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is quite juvenile, but what the fuck lar, I have been reading too much fan fiction and I really, really, really think that Hermione should be with Draco, not Ron!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-5845053200927060722?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/5845053200927060722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=5845053200927060722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/5845053200927060722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/5845053200927060722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-got-to-be-draco-and-hermione.html' title='It&apos;s got to be Draco AND Hermione!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JQzXJEMVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dL2GkHFA-HE/s72-c/dramione7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-117428125895904929</id><published>2007-03-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:14:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people are very big on torrents, aren't they? the few weeks that grey's anatomy is on hiatus, people have been restless. people = me. now the latest episode is up, and it's going at 150 KBPS. i don't know about you guys, but for a single torrent to go up to 150 KBPS +/-, is a big big thing (for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i permed my hair. at first it looked real funny. really really weird funny funny weird. then it looks okay now. i think i'm used to it looking horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been contemplating selling my PSP for a DSL. DSL games suit me more, innit? i like cute, kiddy, girly games. games like 300: March to Glory and Def Jam: Fight for New York: The Takeover, they don't impress me much. i like games with titles like, Animal Crossing. or Mario Kart. you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lentty bought her PSP super expensive, but she's not listening to me. lol. she's in ignorance mode. as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my bf's real lucky to have me. sounds perasan-ish, yeah, but hey, tell me, which girl watches football every weekend regularly (not to mention the weekdays games), plays PSP, walks to pyramid, is very very super good in bed (hahahaha i am just joking), and... uh... i'll have to think a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i am unlucky because my bf is a chelski supporter. full stop. lol. okay joking only. i don't care anymore. i have become the ultimate super good gf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want a bikini. i do not have a bikini because of michelle koo. i shall blame her. cos you know, she is supposed to buy a bikini for my birthday. waikit wanted to buy me one, but no, she said she'll buy me one. fine. then she sidetracked, and bought me something else instead!!!!!!!!!!!!! noooooooooooooooo! where is my BIKINI now??????????? on somebody's body!!!!!!!! therefore, the blame lies with michelle koo. i am too fat and too lazy to now go buy a bikini. i shall go down to 39kg before i buy one now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mei. she's so far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i'm gonna watch grey's anatomy now. took 30 minutes or so only, innit fast? then i shall go study after that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-117428125895904929?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/117428125895904929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=117428125895904929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/117428125895904929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/117428125895904929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2007/03/people-are-very-big-on-torrents-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-116680122102544984</id><published>2006-12-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:27:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas...in singapore!</title><content type='html'>whee! me is going singapore for xmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is going orchard road on xmas eve to look at bright bright shiny thingies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is going to look at wii, ps3 and chotto shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me is going to buy football thingies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i just hope johor bahru ain't as flooded as it's reported. manatau go halfway dee, have to turn back lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-116680122102544984?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-115945541402428276</id><published>2006-09-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:29:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monash ball 2006</title><content type='html'>i drafted this on 28/09. oh yes, i did too. lol. sorry for the reaaaaaaaaally late update, but really i can't be bothered to blog anymore lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, monash ball pictures. only a few, because i am the laziest person in the world. i am not one to always camwhore, so please allow me to start with a self-taken picture first okay. wait. i should start with what happens first, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. very quick recap. went to do hair, rushed to friend's place, did makeup, got ready, jumped in the MPV/SUV (i dont know the difference), shot off to golden horses. there, done. pics now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/DSC00200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/CIMG0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/CIMG0935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/CIMG0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/CIMG0944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture. very candid, no? wee fong and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/CIMG0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/CIMG0998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the infamous golden horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Monash%20Ball%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Monash%20Ball%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us. wee fong, me, brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/DSC00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/DSC00225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. blogger is super slow, so i cannot be bothered to upload other pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today i just finished the year end exams, lol, so happy. no more cultural liberalism, technological determinism and value exchange model. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today man utd - copenhagen is showing, but i can't watch cos no one wants to watch with me. sara twisted his ankle playing futsal (again; he's always having some injury) and wk has exam the next day :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw peeps, i'm coming back on sat/sun =) time to meet annie, cw and gang! so long never meet :( time to gather everyone together! ooh, time to play some badminton again! lol. hyper for 1 week, then bore my brains out for the next 2+ months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-115945541402428276?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/115945541402428276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=115945541402428276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115945541402428276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115945541402428276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/09/monash-ball-2006.html' title='monash ball 2006'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-115868336421543228</id><published>2006-09-20T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:29:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a terrible headache *massages temples*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am busy with assignments and the monash ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a BIG problem with the stoopid dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a BIG problem with passing up my assignment this friday, bcos i haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boobs are non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have RM25 left in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have a very, very bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank heavens hols are coming up, i need a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-115868336421543228?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/115868336421543228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=115868336421543228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115868336421543228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115868336421543228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-terrible-headache-massages.html' 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italic;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday messages by certain someones, that i cannot reply bcos my phone just dieded on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. mammy gave me money to go buy new phone. although i gave her half back bcos i'm such a good girl and i like to save money for her. actually she gave me extra already this month, i think i ate up the money *shhh*. i also ate up the deposit money last month *double shhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy w810i. but i want a more stylish phone. of cos, since noone reads my blog anymore no one can recommend any phones to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. pictures. hmm. actually lazy lar. i'll just post up some psp pictures. other pictures go multiply see. later only i post up lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very scary hor. it's actually wayne rooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/DSC00107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black one is waikit's. white nicer hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. lentty jealous, lentty jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lazy to post more pics. blogspot not pictures-uploading friendly. i go multiply later only lar, rushing assignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-115553094690587764?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/115553094690587764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=115553094690587764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115553094690587764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115553094690587764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='the update'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-115087580038672725</id><published>2006-06-21T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:43:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the psp addiction has officially glazed over. i think i want an ipod more now. but touch screen coming out soon, so i'll wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still be getting a psp. mainly bcos i am going to prove that for once, i am not going to back off buying something. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all waikit's fault. why? bcos he finishes exam later than i do, and while waiting for him to get a psp together gether my obsession with the psp has waned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like buying a camera more now. i want to take pictures again. my bro and my mum has been holding the camera hostage =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty! time to start packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-115087580038672725?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/115087580038672725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=115087580038672725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/115087580038672725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(1.5 or not?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;world cup fever (sigh, no explanation needed. go ORANJE!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insomnia (wakes up at bloody 9+ every morn)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;room searching (i'm gonna be homeless in july)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;but mostly, surfing psp information online. i can do it the whole day. couldnt tear my eyes off the stupid screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very funny hor? last world cup, it was in the morning and afternoon i think, for the matches. now at night. but better lar, aftern i very busy u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. study study. need to do research for exam later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann wants a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CERAMIC WHITE&lt;/span&gt; PSP! and yes, i will lick whipped cream off your body if you buy me one. but so sad, no takers :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114993619386845278?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114948207911876631</id><published>2006-06-05T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:34:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do not fail the rest of my 3 subjects, then god does really exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so obsessed with downloading stupid kamen rider black episodes for waikit, and muxing my movies with the subtitles so i can burn them onto a blank vcd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at the 10 am, bcos i have this overwhelming itch to just look at how the downloads yesterday went. then i had this urge to look for KRB songs for waikit. after that i felt like muxing his what chinese odyssey what pandora's box movie with the subtitles. then i felt like chatting with my godbro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am. still online at 12.30, and i havent studied at all. wtf. not only that, i also havent brush my teeth and bathe. hehe. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless me on wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114948207911876631?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114948207911876631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114948207911876631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114948207911876631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114948207911876631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/06/sighs-if-i-do-not-fail-rest-of-my-3.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114913740400303649</id><published>2006-06-01T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:59:10.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck i am SO skipping mamak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u pls take a look at my freaking belly??? i am like 2 months pregnant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more kambing for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bertekadbertekad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this &lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. i have nothing against gays, but i admit i do take 2nd looks if i see them in public. but really, i have nothing against gays. haha. v brave of them right? *claps hands* they havent been updating recently tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114913740400303649?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114913740400303649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114913740400303649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114913740400303649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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doink, not sing mok, doesnt have the hair i  like, doesnt talk much, is bloody shy when with my family and friends, doesn't reply my sms-es when in lecture, wears ONLY topman shirts, wears A&amp;amp;F shirts to sleep!, sticks to me like glue, likes scarlett johansson, likes doink stupid funny movies (by rob schneider and the sorts), is poles apart from me in terms of personality, repeats the same old mistakes everyday, likes the same bands as i do, is not sexually compatible with me (LOL! im just jk. or am i?), gives in to me too much, is cleverer than i am, knows all the bigshot CEOs, supports chelski, plays futsal etc. (keep in mind these are all bad qualities to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he loves me. and i do him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask for really, right? we stay at the same place, i see him everyday. some couples don't, i pity them really. michelle koo will seriously be nodding her head off agreeing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm moving out. i don't like feeling all fidgety when other hsemates come home, and wk is at my condo as well. i have a feeling they don't like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the same time, i do wonder if i should move out. i'm limiting myself really, by moving out. i'll be REALLY stuck with wk then. i dunno, it's my perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in first love = forever love. at least, for me. i like to try things. i don't believe in being together forever with the guy you have your first kiss with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note how the upper and lower part of this entry contradicts? i know, i know. cos as i type on, i don't feel so emo and lovey dovey anymore. i do a lot of editing, you see. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like banging my head on the wall a lot a lot a lot when i'm with him, but i persevere. why exactly, i dunno. but i guess for now, i'm stuck with him. because i choose to, okay baby? do u get this right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm very angry at the bastard! he turned his handphone off, and i'm fucking hungry! sobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114845313198721382?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114845313198721382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114845313198721382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114845313198721382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114845313198721382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/05/stimes-i-get-all-emo-reading-others.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114844689106267397</id><published>2006-05-24T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:01:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when exams are just around the corner. i refuse to go anywhere, but at the same time, i don't get any readings done. it's just that i feel guilty having fun when i'm supposed to be studying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stay home and online larrrrr. i also skipped my stupid tute today, cos the lecturer is pure bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look what i found! he looks a bit like ryan phillippe, doesnt he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/preston1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/preston1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/preston.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/preston.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;preston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the lead singer of this UK band called the ordinary boys, and apparently was in celebrity big brother show. very hot right? british guys who look like that are hot. so do scandinavian guys, wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall finally go bathe. and start listening to some blues/jazz/rock 'n roll. y'all think i have a fun subject, but it's pure torture trying to identify who sang what, and what style, and where, and what year. i mean, who knows thelonious monk??? i mean, alright, some might know miles davis and undoubtedly, james brown, but the rest? lol. the worst is actually having to listen to songs of genres you don't like. african-american music, protest music etc lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who knows anyone looking for a roommate or housemates in the sunway area, meaning he/she studies in monash or sunway lar, pls lemme know ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114844689106267397?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114844689106267397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114821860344392625</id><published>2006-05-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:36:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight i wanna cry</title><content type='html'>Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this house again tonight&lt;br /&gt;I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me&lt;br /&gt;The way that it was and could have been surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over you walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain&lt;br /&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help if I turned a sad song on&lt;br /&gt;"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus twice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sad right? i've never really listened closely to the song before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why nicole kidman wants to marry keith urban. i would too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114821860344392625?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114777533026513690</id><published>2006-05-16T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:19:03.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo to maxis' slow service</title><content type='html'>i think i'm beginning to sound paranoid. but i asked people to gimme their numbers on msn, on fster...and i waited a full 5 minutes. one nutter msged me to say '999', but that's all. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAN MY FRIENDS PLS, MSN OR SMS ME YOUR NUMBERS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm still using the old number. my old number lar. not waikit's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;annie&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, i forgot ur number. dont kill me, but. haha. just tell me the first 3 numbers. i always confuse them. is it 534? 543? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114777533026513690?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114777533026513690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114777533026513690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114777533026513690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114777533026513690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/05/boo-to-maxis-slow-service.html' title='boo to maxis&apos; slow service'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114625058148233575</id><published>2006-04-29T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T02:56:21.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my post never got published. i thot it just deserves to be mentioned. unlike something else. that doesnt deserve anything i give. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give u an example. u earn what u sow, okay? u dont sow it; u dont earn it. exactly why im sitting back tonight. i gave the one chance; not taken. i am sitting back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i cant sleep the whole night, im sitting back. this must be a nice position to be in. i mean, why would someone likes to sit back and wait if it's not? surely it's nice. im sitting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im sitting back. even if it means taking night walks around the condo. i do that stimes. only no one knows. but well, now u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i cant sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114625058148233575?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114625058148233575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114625058148233575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at home! why? bcos there's only 1 extra ticket. waikit cant go, so i also stay at home lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED THE CLICK FIVE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda saw them. she said it was awesome. i am SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CRIES SUMMORE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114580120357379336?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114580120357379336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114580120357379336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114580120357379336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114580120357379336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/04/gwah.html' title='GWAH'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114533997018380373</id><published>2006-04-18T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:59:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you had a bad day... :'(</title><content type='html'>i lost my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like, i dropped my phone and someone took it, and then off-ed the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastard, right? i mean, how much can a 2nd hand k700i be? not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm sharing wk's phone. it's funny. i sms-chat with my friends using his number. and i think i actually use it more than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm actually not missing my phone much. and i dont know when am i gonna get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys have anything, msg him. and if you don't have his number, well it means you shud'nt msg me at all cos i prolly speak to you only twice a year. with the exception of annie, of cos. i shall rmb to msg you his number, okay. and also some other friends lar, but i dont rmb their numbers you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just msn me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the happier side, mei lent me her OTH S3 discs. so i'm happily spending my time NOT hanging my clothes, NOT reading my newly bought novels, NOT having bathed (as of now), NOT checking football news, NOT even eating my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should prolly do sth more productive. like dling more OTH eps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114533997018380373?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114533997018380373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114533997018380373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114533997018380373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114533997018380373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-you-had-bad-day.html' title='when you had a bad day... :&apos;('/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114441626766475287</id><published>2006-04-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:24:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title eaten by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIGH. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;why do bad things keep happening to me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. this is my blog. correct? i can say apaapa i want, and i don't need strangers to comment about me; my friends can do that. so fuck off lar, far away. wei hello? i don't even know you and you wanna comment about my bad qualities???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the sighing and the fucking off comments are not related to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got a lot of silent readers gar. hor mei? *comforts myself* but true mar, right? hor hor hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i just want to know...HELLO LENTTY???!!! u check my blog and u dowan to do my johari??? *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who's the one who always go to the blogger site and blogger (ie google) my blog??? har? i bet that's sara. don't i have any good qualities???!!! i did buy u that psp game! *criescriescries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my own boyfriend refuses to do my johari. maybe i should just dump him and get another bf who actually cares about me. *criesonceagain* haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing my friends. *cries* haha! sad lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just jk lar. i know lar i barely update anymore also, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i damn hungry and mei refuses to come and eat dinner with me. i'll prolly starve to death. haha. i'll go find sth to eat now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114441626766475287?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114441626766475287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114441626766475287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114441626766475287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114441626766475287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/04/title-eaten-by-me.html' title='title eaten by me'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114356286729433989</id><published>2006-03-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:21:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gogogo do</title><content type='html'>mich has a johari window! i want a johari window as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made myself one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found a &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=SuaNnz"&gt;nohari&lt;/a&gt; window as well. it's an inversion of the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=SuaNnz"&gt;johari&lt;/a&gt; window, and collects negative traits instead of positive. do both ya, frens?&lt;div 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do'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114322005114282164</id><published>2006-03-24T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:07:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday we'll know</title><content type='html'>i used to listen to this song, not knowing what's the title or who sang it. then i downloaded it. 1st time i listened to it, i think, eh so familiar one. the 2nd time, eh didnt somebody sing this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's before i realise that mandy moore sang it for a walk to rmb's soundtrack. ha ha ha. obv mandy moore covered new radicals, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i absolutely love this song. and the lyrics. but the version by new radicals lar, of cos. oh, and apparently switchfoot covered it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll Know - New Radicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety miles outside Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop driving, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Two years later you're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart?&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries?&lt;br /&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you&lt;br /&gt;For the ninety-seventh time... tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go&lt;br /&gt;Dancin on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Watched the stars crash into the sea&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask God just one question...&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here with me...tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;br /&gt;Why Samson loved Delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go&lt;br /&gt;Dancin on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep, but i dont think i can sleep. for one thing, roomie's not sleeping yet. im not in the best mood to sleep either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't it irritate you to know that somebody's actually reading ur blog when u dont want him to? and that he prolly knows it too? and that it's all over? and that the whole thing's a big fat joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114322005114282164?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114322005114282164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114322005114282164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114322005114282164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114322005114282164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/03/someday-well-know.html' title='someday we&apos;ll know'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114312996492603964</id><published>2006-03-23T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:06:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't play tennis =(</title><content type='html'>i should really be doing my assignment right now. i've got 300+ words, and i need another what, 1200? but i'm so lazy. and my hand is tired. and my neck and my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i played tennis just now. more like i learned the basics, haha. because i totally suck at serving the ball, the coach put me at the sideline. i think he was afraid i'll hit somebody or sth. you have no idea how high i threw the bloody ball and the angle i threw them at. anyways towards the end i got better, haha. at least most of my balls went over the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the coach's real long winded. was telling us his whole life's story lar basically. no lar, more like life's achievements. coached this and that, that and this. but i like him. he seems dedicated enough. i think he's the current national coach. of the junior team or sth lar. but rm70 is pretty hefty if i can't go on saturdays, nay? anyways i'm gonna go restore my dad's tennis racket which he never touched. gotta go buy the straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it racket, or racquet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why's tgv charging so freaking much for the same movie at diff showtimes? gila pasai. wtf. i'm not gonna pay 11 bucks to watch inside man at 6.15 or 9 pm okay. and it's 10 bucks at 12.45 pm. gila sial. where got like that wan? bloody unfair right. only friday night, not sun also. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friends, refrain from msging me when there's nth on, okay? or if i don't msg u back to say 'okay', dont be angry. i checked my bill the other day. apparently i sent 1200 smses last month. my mum will SO kill me if she knows. i would have to change to prepaid and that means changing my number and paying for my own smses and all the mah fan stuff i have to do to inform friends, ya all und?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sad because i dunno how to do my essay and i will prolly just scrape a pass in it because i'm mainly bullshitting in the essay like i am doing now and i'm writing all kinds of things i prolly shudn't write and when sharaad sees it he will prolly throw it in the dumpster, not even the trashbin and then i might get marked zero and that will make me a failure and my mum will prolly shout at me and send me back to ipoh and then that's death because i will prolly just rot to death then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also very sad because the sad bug bit me and i am sad for no reason and i am the a bit down haha. must've taken some depression pills or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiu, when's my turn of hitting zara to shop til i drop? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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=('/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114266659421560537</id><published>2006-03-18T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:32:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wireless is the way to go!</title><content type='html'>i have internet!!! wireless!!! wa-hoo!!! it's waaaaaaaaaay faster than wk's snail-like LAN connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i won't be so depressed already. every night for the past few weeks, i slept early. because i have nothing else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly those stupid readings take a lot of my time. so i've resorted to not reading them anymore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall update next time okay. i have a jazz concert lined up tonight, it's an assignment i have to write about. and i'm very sleepy now. so i shall sleep, and then update tonight or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps can somebody tell me what songs to dl? i havent listened to a radio for the longest time. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114266659421560537?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114266659421560537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114266659421560537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114266659421560537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114266659421560537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/03/wireless-is-way-to-go.html' title='wireless is the way to go!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-114076973820700677</id><published>2006-02-24T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:28:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye ipoh</title><content type='html'>i am going to monash to study! woo-hoo! woo-hoo bcos i get to watch footie with sara again! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and cos wk is there) &lt;/span&gt; and boo-hoo cos the security is damn shit tight. i'm staying at a private condo and yet i have to adhere to the r&amp;r of a hostelite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, overall...SUNWAY SUCKS!  it really does. no food, no entertainment, no envi. remind me again why i'm going to that place. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been travelling to and fro kl like shit this week. went down on tues, tried to look for accom, came back to ipoh on the same night. took an early morn bus to kl on wed, walked like shit to find accom, went to ss15 to sleep at mich k's place. woke up at godknowswhattime to watch barca-che, went back to sleep, woke up early to take taxi to monash, attended briefing, walked like shit again to find accom, took bus to pudu with mich lee to go back ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to have to go back again tmr morn. now i hafta go finish packing my stuffs. and i'm damn sleepy haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya all at sunway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-114076973820700677?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/114076973820700677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=114076973820700677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114076973820700677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/114076973820700677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/02/byebye-ipoh.html' title='byebye ipoh'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113980572372495768</id><published>2006-02-13T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:46:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and daniel powter is mine</title><content type='html'>i'm very territorial. i don't like my things being liked by another person. even if that person is my boyfriend. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how i 'discovered' soon-to-be-big celebrities and then suddenly, after they made it big, everyone just swoop in the rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example, andy roddick. i liked him years ago okay, when he hasn't started winning all those grand slams, okay lar, tourneys. we all know roger federer wins every grand slam. i rmb telling friends about him, and they all go, 'WHO?' and the same friends will come back telling me how much they adore him. doesn't that make you =.='? haha. it almost feels like i'm robbed of him, sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or jesse mccartney. i was raving about him on yahoo music. beautiful soul wasn't played on the radio yet at that time, but soon enough, everyone wants me to transfer the song from my phone to theirs so they can use it as their ringtone. =.=' again? so i don't like him no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even novelists. my friendster, blogspot etc all have dean koontz as one of my fave authors, so waikit thought he'll try his book and voila! now he's addicted to dean koontz. can't he read some michael crichton or danielle steele and stay away from my dean koontz? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tv shows you know. if you like it on your own accord, fine. but if you get influenced by me and then you love it like so fking much ark, i don't like. actually i think this only applies to waikit, because i don't like him to like, sorta change because of things i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know i don't own the above said famous persons, but i can't help feeling that way when the things i like, friends like also. esp if they like the things i like more than i do, when i'm the one who intro-ed them to it! bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i would like to reiterate ya, dean koontz and stephen king is mine. and james patterson. so is the o.c but not one tree hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games! yes, games. final fantasy is mine. FFVII, VIII, IX, X, X-2 etc. wahaha. MINE! seifer is mine. quistis is mine, so is squall. and rinoa. irvine and selphie, you all can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, mei, RYAN PHILLIPPE is mine. i bet you din know ryan's his middle name. i'm the bigger fan, so he is MINE! bwuahaha. and justin timberlake is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, valentine's day tmr. happy v day to those attached, and to those not, go find someone lar! muahx everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i almost forgot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;happy birthday sara!&lt;/span&gt; see how much i sayang you? i gave you rose-coloured fonts, to match that shirt of yours! haha! pink and rose go together, aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113980572372495768?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113980572372495768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113980572372495768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113980572372495768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113980572372495768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-daniel-powter-is-mine.html' title='and daniel powter is mine'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113937133290953300</id><published>2006-02-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:03:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny biscuits!</title><content type='html'>and &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com/news/fullstory.sps?inewsid=303729"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is why i love chris coleman. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny is almost over, valentine's is coming, and i'm still as broke as i ever am. haha. anyways, me, mt and simone made some cny biscuits just for fun some weeks ago. apparently my pineapple tarts are a bit 'sou' and a bit sweet. my fried popiahs are burnt, and the ones not burnt don't taste as nice. haha. but it's real hard work, spent the whole day making them and in the end, there's not much really. no wonder they charged so bloody much for 1 uh, bucket? of cny biscuits. a big portion goes towards the hard work put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i combo teamed with mt, while simone was off doing her own tarts. she said ours don't look nice, yes lar, true lar, but who wanted our tarts in the end, huh, mone? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before frying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burnt ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; burnt ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know they look ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handle with care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mone and mt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mememe. am i the only one who thinks sth looks wrong with my arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like we made a lot, but really we gobbled them up in no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice, eh? the little bowl there has egg in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakin em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da, the end product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/tarts%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/tarts%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt and i with our beeseecurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother complains that they don't look nice lar, not enough jam lar, dough breaks easily lar etc etc, but he's the one who ate away the tarts and popiah. and i couldn't show friends my tarts already =( haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113937133290953300?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113921753765119715</id><published>2006-02-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:18:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hum...</title><content type='html'>tell me, how can you listen to this song and not feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bare my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to ever feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have a lot of movies i want to watch! you know lar, with the globes, you just feel like watching everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Match Point&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Transamerica&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Tristan and Isolde&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Cheaper by the Dozen 2&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Machinist&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Casanova&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Pink Panther&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;North Country&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Derailed&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;and etc etc, haha&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; i'm so downloading all these from the net. bcos malaysia will prolly never show some of them. haha. but that said, im a firm believer in going to the cinema. if they have the movies. haha. i watched brokeback mountain already actually. i dont care what everyone says, i still think jake gyllenhaal is sexay. even with the moustache. i wanna watch sexay movies! better still, r rated movies! wahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113921753765119715?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113921753765119715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113921753765119715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113921753765119715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113921753765119715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/02/hum.html' title='hum...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113825908722324662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113825908722324662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113825908722324662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113825908722324662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-watching.html' title='am watching...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113808705104521527</id><published>2006-01-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:18:14.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>click on the link</title><content type='html'>lols, this is so goddamn funny. saw this link to puiyeen's blog on mich's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prettiest woman in japan, my foot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/%7Epuiyeen/1110269.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps what the hell is wrong with msn anyways? i cant log in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113808705104521527?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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unwashed...stuffs</title><content type='html'>i thought i've gotta be the laziest person in the world, but there is definitely someone else lazier than me. i mean, dirtier too. more unhygienic as well. my hse's floor is very goddamn dirty, but i'm so lazy i can't be bothered to mop the floor. but personal hygiene, at least what ppl's gonna see, i do bother. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex-roommate doesnt. you see, i was just browsing thru my phone when i saw these pictures mich koo, manda and i took some months back. we were just chilling in my room chatting, when sudd mich asked me wtf was some tattered clothing lying on the foot of my roommate's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we locked the room door and took a closer look, and guess what? she doesn't keep her underwear in her closet and instead just dump them on the bed. fine, i mean it's her own choice right. her underwear get dirtied also not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28115%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28115%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abuthen, mich the 8 auntie took a closer look somemore, and then we discovered...those panties aren't clean...at all. those are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; panties. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worn&lt;/span&gt; panties. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unwashed&lt;/span&gt; panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, EWW. imagine that. imagine us looking down at her panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28116%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28116%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28105%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28105%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28112%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28112%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the way mich 'liu' all those underwear with a clothe hanger! i don't think manda even bothered to go near those panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want confirmation that they are indeed dirty, worn and unwashed, well, i've got one pic. sorry i only have one, but i refrained from going too near her panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;WARNING: DISGUSTING AND VOMIT-INDUCING PIC AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28114%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28114%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? dirty, worn and unwashed panty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you all cant see properly cos i downsized it. haha. but i dont care. i confirm it is dirty, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the end of story though. after we're done with the underwear on her bed, mich spotted somemore tattered clothing underneath my roomie's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusting hor? she even threw them under her bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28119%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28119%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%28101%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%28101%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is after mich 'liu' it out from under the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one funny thing!!! the underwear under the bed is after all, NOT dirty, worn and unwashed! the ones on the bed are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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unwashed...stuffs'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113738285502779145</id><published>2006-01-16T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:48:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no ass + boobs = :(</title><content type='html'>nowadays, to get myself to go blog is proving to be a pretty daunting task. i reckon i just have no mood to blog now, i mean, i'm pretty occupied most of the time. but i guess i won't be so occupied anymore, so here's the 1st post since the last post. (lame, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go on, wtf was sir alex thinking when he put silvestre on instead of brown??? bah. the decisions he makes stimes... you don't have the read the newspaper to know silvestre was shitty. and to know brown was excellent in recent times. i'm not impressed with evra too. maybe vidic will be better; he's definitely better-looking than evra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of my family telling me to put on more weight, u know. it's not like i'm stick skinny, i just lost some weight, that's all. i still have a flabby tummy, and i'm not about to go on an eating binge just because everyone wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. but i do realize, with uttermost displeasure, that i'm losing my ass. yes, my bloody ass. i don't fit my jeans anymore. it looks like they're hanging off an ironing board at the back. i actually realized this only when i bought a pair of levi's with sara, but wth, i thought it's my eyes deceiving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tahan my ass being almost non-existent, but not my breasts! i'm already like average, imagine being smaller than average. i don't fit in my fave bra anymore! i'm going to have to go buy new bras already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that i can see the indentations of my ribcage. below my collarbone, on my chest, everywhere. i'm not thin, and i don't mind all these if i'm thin. but i'm not! so give me back my ass and my breasts! actually, i think i rate my ass much more than my boobs. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've been busy filling in application forms for colls. funny how my mum is so kiamsiap when it comes to errm, other stuffs, but she can just simply give rm100 application fees to colls. can't she just let me choose 1 coll of my own and then let me apply??? save the rm100s for me and let me go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's see, i'm applying to help, monash, kdu and sunway (yes, sunway). why sunway? i despise the reputation, but they have psycho there and their requirement is way higher than help's. which means they might actually be better? and they cost less i think, and that's what all mums look out for isn't it? i might not even be able to go overseas already, and my mum is worrying bout petty stuffs. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go either sunway or monash. the food there sucks, the condo there sucks, the envi sucks. it's like being engulfed in this private city of sunway. everywhere u go, u'll prolly see a sunway city logo or something. ever watch aeon flux? yes, sunway is like that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm actually supposed to go take passport photos, photostat my new ic, clean the hse and finish up the application forms today. i've done, let's see, none. not to mention annie asked me out today but hmm, in a way i havent replied her. i have to get going. 1st of all, a nice long bath because my bro's back and that guy pisses all over the toilet bowl like nobody's business. we have adjoined bathroom you see, and i stay away from that bathroom when he's back and instead uses my mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i have nobody to watch geisha with now. someone pls offer to watch with me. anyone at all. =( but i'm really not happy with michelle yeoh as mameha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. anyone who knows, tell me. how long is a typical asian's peewee? because everyone just seem to be longer than average!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113738285502779145?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113738285502779145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113738285502779145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113738285502779145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113738285502779145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-ass-boobs.html' title='no ass + boobs = :('/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113634781941382361</id><published>2006-01-04T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:57:58.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>browns, xmas, new year, bah</title><content type='html'>it's been such a long time since i last blogged, but so much has happened that i dunno what to blog about. so i shall start slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading harry potter and the order of phoenix (again) yest, then i came across this conversation between ron and cho chang and it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you read it yourself. the excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Is that a Tornados badge?' Ron demanded suddenly, pointing to the front of Cho's robes, where a sky-blue badge emblazoned with a double gold 'T' was pinned. 'You don't support them, do you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Yeah, I do,' said Cho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Have you always supported them, or just since they started winning the league?' said Ron, in what Harry considered an unnecessarily accusatory tone of voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I've supported them since I was six,' said Cho coolly. 'Anyway...see you, Harry.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. why is it funny? it's funny because it reminds me of the convos i often have with waikit. he supports chelski, you see. that explains all. oh, only that he started supporting them 3 years ago. before chelski won the league, but after abramovich came. i dunno what to make of that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...liverpool's gonna have an extra 20m to play with cos they ditched reebok for adidas. haha. their new jersey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/liv07.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stripes! as with everything adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, moving on. xmas pics and new year pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas...we celebrated...uh, i don't rmb. i think we went for countdown and yum char and that's all. oh. before that, pics at browns. there's this very cute guy working at browns. i got his phone number for sookmei, but then she never did call or sms. wasted my effort =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...the pics at browns, with sookmei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Yum%20Char%20Sessions/Browns%2021%20Dec%2005/Picture020a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sookmei, simone and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Yum%20Char%20Sessions/Browns%2021%20Dec%2005/Picture003a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sookmei and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Yum%20Char%20Sessions/Browns%2021%20Dec%2005/Picture015a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waikit and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then some random pictures with sookmei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Yum%20Char%20Sessions/Browns%2021%20Dec%2005/IMG_1563a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at rasa sayang, the chicken rice place, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Yum%20Char%20Sessions/Browns%2021%20Dec%2005/IMG_1561a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meitheng and sookmei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Yum%20Char%20Sessions/Browns%2021%20Dec%2005/IMG_1570a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups, now on to xmas pics. i think we met up with cheeyang and his potential gf for awhile, haha. but no pics of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/Xmas%2005/xmas05007a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our very weird, colourful drinks at this rosa place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/Xmas%2005/xmas05016a1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/Xmas%2005/xmas05015a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meitheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/Xmas%2005/xmas05010a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with kahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/Xmas%2005/xmas05018a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simone and aravind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other pics i dont look nice, so im not posting them up wahaha. no pics of waikit either, because i was a bit mad at him, i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was most definitely mad at him on new year's eve, and this time it's not my fault haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/New%20Year%2005/newyear05001a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt and i while waiting for mone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/New%20Year%2005/newyear05002a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/New%20Year%2005/Picture001a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into recharge...at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/New%20Year%2005/newyear05004a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/New%20Year%2005/Picture006a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blur simone who insisted on taking our pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Special%20Occasions/New%20Year%2005/NewYear2006010a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeyang, tongxiang and us girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many other things to blog about, but i think this post is a bit too much on pics dee haha. i have to look up uni numbers and ask them to send me prospectus now. yea yea, i know i'm slow. ceh. my forecast also not yet come mar...right? hard to choose course wan mar, u think easy meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to look up sims cheats as well. i got it on ps2! wahaha. ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113634781941382361?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113501759463354787</id><published>2005-12-20T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:39:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friends say my best trait is that i'm loyal. loyal to my friends, i guess. not someone who'll leave them alone in their predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while i might make a good friend, i think i'm a blasted girlfriend. in fact, i know i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby, happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i don't fully comprehend the things you do most of the time, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always say things that hurt you, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to break up all the time, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such a big ego i don't believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today (or rather yesterday), is your day. have a super mega happy birthday, and come back fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and buy something back for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113501759463354787?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113501759463354787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113501759463354787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113501759463354787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113501759463354787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-friends-say-my-best-trait-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113455306945205542</id><published>2005-12-14T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:37:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME</title><content type='html'>someone, COME, COME and take me shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME and take me on a whim to genting, penang wherever. i'd even go on the blasted spaceshot. or try parasailing, banana boat, what-fking-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME and play o2jam with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or alan smith, or ronaldo, or eric mabius, whoever, COME to my hse and make out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yes, i am THAT bored *points finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i'm almost fully recovered, i can go out again, right? now lemme see...all i need now is an uncomplaining driver, an eating companion, and a shopping partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all 3-rolled-into-1??? impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm better off sweeping the floor at home. sigh. i should prolly FINALLY go unpack my clothes and start hanging them. call my uncle and bombard him with phone calls till he would wanna come and fix my water flow. start working, maybe. go and find a snail and prod it to move with a branch. build bird traps with food cover and later drown them. teach my dog to wave byebye at me (she's stupid). eat dark chocolate till my mum screams at me. listen to sarah mclachlan or sammi cheng the whole day. create a new, secret blog where i can shoot my mouth off (i dont like the fact that some ppl read my blog when i don't want them to). pick fights with kids on the street. masturbate whole day long. brush my teeth 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u can do a lot of things, if u put ur mind to it. right? no? sobs. am so fucking hungry, but of all days, mum chooses today not to come home. am gonna make myself sth to eat. sobs. one piece of advice to you kids: DON'T EVER GET MARRIED. DON'T HAVE KIDS. DON'T GET DIVORCED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FCUKING HATE THE HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished this post hours ago. i'm just simply refusing to publish it. but kong suet mei is like a mosquito buzzing in the background, v noisy. so hafta update lar. i think she's deprived of entertainment in mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is officially 7 hours since i finished typing this post. im finally posting it up now. and no, i haven't been unpacking. in fact, i don't know wtf i've been doing these past hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one bad thing about the new blogger? it sets ur time at the time when u've finished loading the creating a post page. therefore your time is not when you click the button down there. which leads ppl to think you type like superman and prolly run like flash too.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i very sayang mei! haha. whoever lar will stay up to chat with me? i'll buy u ur xmas prezzie lar okay. but no diamonds. sth else. cos i'm broke. must ask money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum appeared suddenly behind me just now. she has the ability to scare me. prolly cos i have the blasted headphones on anyways. she's back, i'm gonna go bathe. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113455306945205542?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113455306945205542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113455306945205542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113455306945205542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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poems for the life of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, oh why, did chelski win again?&lt;br /&gt;can't they just lose once, twice, and make me a happy girl?&lt;br /&gt;frank lampard is gay, bcos he hasn't been getting me points.&lt;br /&gt;he is also gay bcos he doesn't fuck around like JT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john terry has got cool, uncombed hair but is gay as well.&lt;br /&gt;bcos he only ever scores with his head.&lt;br /&gt;and his hair reminds me of waikit's.&lt;br /&gt;and that's super gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jt's also gay bcos he won chelski 2 draw-potential matches.&lt;br /&gt;a fcuker who scores from corners, according to sara.&lt;br /&gt;'must break his bloody head so he can't header'&lt;br /&gt;and i say, hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelski's still creating chances befitting a cricket match.&lt;br /&gt;but they're not scoring like in one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me slightly hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;and they better not bring me down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are all hoping for lampard to break a leg or two, aye?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe for makelele, essien and diarra (lasagna?diarrhoea?=D) to break theirs at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;maybe for jt to break his head.&lt;br /&gt;or...for abramovich to lose all his bloody money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bloody losing my mind watching chelski.&lt;br /&gt;i need more sunshine! less blues, more red!&lt;br /&gt;someone intro me a super leng chai man utd supporter!&lt;br /&gt;or a liverpool one, i'm not super fussy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113423792133005107?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113423792133005107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113423792133005107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113423792133005107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113423792133005107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/12/song-1.html' title='song #1'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113349091481379217</id><published>2005-12-02T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:41:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my biggest fear</title><content type='html'>you know those questionaire/survey that ppl pass on to you all the time? i've always been intrigued by the 'what's your biggest fear?' question. it gets me thinking. sure, i have a lot of fears, but what is my BIGGEST fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to say, to die in a car accident. i'm so negative i tend to think of what-ifs and imagine last words whenever i'm in a car, plane, ship etc. not so much anymore, but occasionally it will pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just now i was reading &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt;. i came across this postcard that tugs my heart. i wonder why we cant be more straightforward and not do the wrong thing, but then again, humans are humans. but the postcard jumped at me and made me realise one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/only.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/400/only.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my biggest fear had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not really related to the postcard, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biggest fear is not being able to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the girl who sent the postcard did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113349091481379217?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113349091481379217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113349091481379217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113349091481379217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113349091481379217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-biggest-fear.html' title='my biggest fear'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113329694857301561</id><published>2005-11-30T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T04:42:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated food...</title><content type='html'>today i finally get to talk with meitheng after such a loooong, loooooooong time. anyways we walked at the pasar malam right, and i bought &lt;em&gt;kak kak. &lt;/em&gt;only my close frens will know what that is. and then i decided to buy &lt;em&gt;ma chee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freaking food is getting more expensive all the time, i swear. anyways then weai came and we sat down right, and i asked if anyone wants chicken wing or satay. weai didn't want, he said he's full wor. if the guy can't eat, how are we gonna order right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, meitheng said she can eat. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at her, man. i said half a dozen, and she said only 3 &lt;em&gt;tiu&lt;/em&gt; per person, why kenot finish leh? so i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at her again, but agreed to buy also lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to the far end to order, then the girl wondered why i went so far. she's one funny one. she thought i wanted to order satay! but no, i went to order chicken wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my fault lar partially. bad canto mar. 3 &lt;em&gt;tiu&lt;/em&gt;, 3 &lt;em&gt;chek&lt;/em&gt;, 3 &lt;em&gt;kau&lt;/em&gt;, all is the same to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/chickenwing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/chickenwing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's weai's hand. he also beria wanna tilt the chicken wings for me =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear ipoh is making me fat. someone pls remind me i'm overweight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113329694857301561?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113329694857301561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113329694857301561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113329694857301561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113329694857301561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/11/complicated-food.html' title='complicated food...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113199083446732694</id><published>2005-11-14T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:44:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hp on thurs!</title><content type='html'>i have my econs 3 paper on wed. i reckon i need a lot of luck. my basics are like shit, bcos i don't know what is MRP theory or all that shit. i don't even rmb what was taught in semester 2. i rmb skipping a lot of classes though. sigh. i reckon i'll go to the exam hall equipped with a cabain, so i can shoot my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;felix felicis&lt;/span&gt; with me. felix would know what to do. felix would know which answer to choose. felix would help me score 100% in the paper! but i don't have felix felicis. i wish i am harry potter. or professor slughorn. just for that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay! harry potter is coming out on the 17th! yea yea, yea-ee-yea. mich koo will try to get us tickets for thurs' show, if she can. if not i guess we're watching on the 18th. the whole house will be going, except mich lee and waizin. cos mich has got exam the next day, and waizin? she just wants to stay home to study and teman mich. roommates bond, i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine watching harry potter in 1U GSC! exciting, hor? so spacious. so cold. their toilets also top-notch hehe. it's good to have a bf who can drive lar, and it's better still when u have a hsemate who has a bf who can drive =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, WAIKIT is coming along. he doesn't read harry potter, he just beria wanna watch harry potter and catch it on the 1st day like some hardcore fan =.=' and if you're wondering why i put his name in capital there, it's bcos he's upset and all that that i never mention his name 'in public, not even in your blog!' i quote verbatim. so now everyone's happy lar. pah. childishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall refrain from onlining tmr. i shall do some mcq papers tmr. bcos i don't have any felix felicis =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall also cast &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;muffliato&lt;/span&gt; around me in the exam hall tmr, bcos i like to play with the pen and i always drop it and everyone give me weird stares bcos i make a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall also cast &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sectumsempra&lt;/span&gt; on that stupid girl who sits in front of me, or behind, i cant rmb, that snobbish girl from my class. if she gives me the funny look and if she acts aloof in front of me, harrrr, i am so gonna cast sectumsempra on her. see all the blood splash wahaha wahaha. sorry. preparing myself for harry potter. i shall go offline now. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113199083446732694?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113199083446732694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113199083446732694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113199083446732694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113199083446732694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/11/hp-on-thurs.html' title='hp on thurs!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113174284119128435</id><published>2005-11-12T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T05:00:41.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!#$%^() 0-(#5432%#^ 09#%@$^*)*#$%#* 75^$3 *&amp;9&amp;amp;#^$% 89|%$#&amp;()%#!@#() 76#@#%$ 8yuR%$@#5 08%*&amp;amp;$^#%78 ()**(5 63 45#@ %$@#$%# %^#%$@ ()&amp;amp; 83^ *543 2#@ 567M)(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to press shift while pressing all the stupid symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, add 2 more lines of utterly nonsensical symbols to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there's a swear word that long, that would be what i'm feeling right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113161095575348629</id><published>2005-11-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:23:35.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, and goodnight</title><content type='html'>nowadays, when i listen to songs, i feel like i connect to them. to the melody. to the lyrics. the whole package lar. but especially the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my hsemates singing to everyday i love you less and less by kaiser chiefs that day. haha. they're a bunch of funny ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, because it is almost the end of the semester for me, i shall dedicate a song to each of my housemates. by random, not favouritism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to wai zin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she's forever singing this song, altho a bit the high pitch haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Beautiful - James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to michelle lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she loves this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Collide - Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she once said she loves this song, when i was humming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to dorin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to choose, i could go with helena, or cool, or almost anything else but...&lt;br /&gt;we are into songs that are lyrically sad, you see...or melodically too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Brightside - The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can’t look it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just can’t look it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never...&lt;br /&gt;I never...&lt;br /&gt;I never...&lt;br /&gt;I never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to michelle koo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's our private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was sitting, waiting, wishing&lt;br /&gt;That you believed in superstitions&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you'd see the signs&lt;br /&gt;But Lord knows that this world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool&lt;br /&gt;Learning loving somebody don't make them love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting waiting on you?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing playing your fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing ya songs I dance a dance&lt;br /&gt;I gave ya friends all a chance&lt;br /&gt;Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you been through this before&lt;br /&gt;But it's my first time&lt;br /&gt;So please ignore&lt;br /&gt;The next few lines cause they're directed at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing your part&lt;br /&gt;But it's not my scene&lt;br /&gt;Won't this plot not twist?&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough mystery&lt;br /&gt;Keep building me up, then shooting me down&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm already down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting waiting&lt;br /&gt;Just wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if I was in your position&lt;br /&gt;I'd put down all my ammunition&lt;br /&gt;I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long&lt;br /&gt;But Lord knows that I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be playing, playing your fool?&lt;br /&gt;No I can't always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be playing, playing your fool, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye ppl. god bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113161095575348629?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113161095575348629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113161095575348629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113161095575348629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113161095575348629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-long-and-goodnight.html' title='so long, and goodnight'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113155977042255217</id><published>2005-11-10T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:09:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams suck...</title><content type='html'>i slept for less than 1 hour yesterday night...all because i never did my studying earlier. i thought i could sleep after i read my mohan notes, but no, because then i suddenly remember that i can't calculate the bloody RPI that comes out in every single econs MCQ paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i panicked and began leafing thru MCQ past year papers. haha. i rmb thinking it was so easy...straightforward and simple. anyways i wasn't familiar with all the jargons and theories haha, so i looked thru 2 MCQ papers and then tried to sleep. actually i was quite worried at that time because AS MCQ is like a whopping 20 marks outta the whole syllabus. tossed and tossed in bed, then finally doze off at i dunno, 6.45 am? luckily i told dorin to wake me up at 7.30 if i'm not already awake, because i slept thru the stupid alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out it's not so straightforward or simple at all, simply because i didn't do past year papers. mimi said she spent an average of 1 min for 5 questions. most past year wor she said. WHAT PAST YEAR???!!! so i tembak my way thru again...aih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper 2 also not easy. what the hell lar, all the major topics dowan to come out, instead the free market lar, what price mechanism lar, externalities lar. i didn't even know wtf is price mechanism until someone told me, haha. i did that question, apparently i did quite correctly but only i din know wtf it's called haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannnot give international trade, BOP, inflation, exchange rate etc etc gar meh? must give all those topics that mohan never cover wan meh? he himself was predicting macro topics to come out. haiyar. all the questions can do part a, cannot do part b. can do part b, cannot do part a. nasib baik my part b i answered correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcq like shit anyways. do well for paper 2 also no use. imagine if i get an A paper for paper 2, and an E paper for MCQ???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i love econs, but i suck at it.&lt;div 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suck...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113130925443657250</id><published>2005-11-07T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T04:55:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beer, anyone?</title><content type='html'>i've always thought watching a football game while having beer always get me the desired results. i've tried it a few times, and every time it worked. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't drink today. maybe it's just cos i was being nice in saving a few seats for a few friends who wanted to watch. or maybe it's cos mimi brings good luck to man utd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's cos i set glory glory as my ringtone. or maybe it's cos i was singing and trying to teach and have my hsemates sing it together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. whatever it is, i'm bringing mimi to every man utd match after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never seen football fans so united in watching football together. except for the times when man utd are playing arsenal. man utd fans will be shouting everytime there's a chance for or against. nice to know there are so many man utd fans there, even when man utd's in a slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's praising alan smith. won every tackle, header etc...not bad really, and i thought his 3-tackles-at-3-players-at-almost-the-same-time was pretty nice. the 3rd tackle is obv a foul though, but it reminds me a bit of keano. he actually kinda single-handedly kept chelsea's midfield, comprising of lampard, makelele, essien etc, in check esp during the 1st half. i said single-handedly bcos honestly, fletcher is quite the useless although he scored the all-important goal. even that's a lucky goal, i gotta admit. fletch still passes bad whenever he takes the ball. they always pass over to the side where ronaldo is and ignores the fletcher side, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my MOTM is van der sar. i think he's the best signing sir alex made since rooney, aye? van der sar wasn't this good when he was in fulham, although i've always admired the guy. coming here, he just seems to palm every ball away from the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's the first time i'm happy with wes brown =D i've always thought he's a lousy fella, and i always wonder why sir alex loves him so much. but his consistency level is not there lar...he might be good this match, and bad the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not entirely happy after the match tho. a bit like i was expecting it. watching it is nice though. so many ppl cheering and clapping with me when the defence made a good clearing, or when chelsea shot off target. and ppl jeering with me when we got fouled, or when we saw the 4 mins added time. haha. nice watching with a big crowd. nice watching football with sara again. nice watching man utd win again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp when u bounce back with a win against chelsea, aye? they could field 2 teams, and both teams will still be brimming with quality, world class players, prolly international players too. look at their depth, look at who's sitting on the bench; enough to scare the shit outta u. when are the glazers gonna give us money to buy players jek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe chelski din deserve to lose, but what happened happened. i actually thought our defence is not the too bad this time around. not convincing definitely, but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad either. every thing chelski threw in, esp from corners, get cleared away. not one shot on target from corners i think, which is magnificent. broke a few records. first time chelski lost in epl, and the 1st time they didn't score in an epl match this season. although sara said chelski still haven't conceded a goal in the 2nd half, haha. nice to see chelski players clapping at the end of the match tho, dunno whether it's at their own supporters anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, must go sleep now and start reading econs tmr. i hate accounting. i do hate law too. i'm not going to be getting any a's lar. ceh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113130925443657250?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113130925443657250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113130925443657250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113130925443657250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113130925443657250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/11/beer-anyone.html' title='beer, anyone?'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113091455238818279</id><published>2005-11-02T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:55:52.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad things do happen...</title><content type='html'>i used to go to this mormon church for awhile back then, cos the 2 missionaries who came to my house were very good-looking. there i met a lot of nice ppl, yes, but i never did continue going to the church bcos frankly, mormon is perceived as a cult or the sorts because they have their own bible other than THE bible. and also bcos i cant feel all the holy spirit stuff and the sermons bore me. i go there for the youth activities after the sermons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there was this family who stay near my place (like, 1 min walking distance?) from my house who goes to the church too. the eldest son, andy, used to kinda court me, yes. anyways, he has another brother and 2 other sisters, i think. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't rmb his brother's name. i found out yesterday that he has cancer. tumour, in the chest area. he's only 14 or 15. i was sleeping when my mum called. jolted me, really. i couldn't sleep back. my mum says there's a bulge potruding out from his left chest area. they diagnosed it a few months back i think. mum says you only have like, 8, 9 chemo sessions at most. he's onto his 7th or 8th already. it's malignant. it's a rare, fast-growing tumour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad for him. he's so young. i still remember him. a shy boy, but a talkative one at the same time. talk to him first, and he has so much things to talk about. a really nice boy. the kind who will take your grocery bags for you if u're an elderly, full of respect and manners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's going around the neighbourhood collecting money for his surgery, if the chemo works. they're not very rich. i hope he gets through the chemo. i hope the chemo reduces the size of the tumour. the tumour broke his 4th rib, bcos it's too big. it's eating up all the food, the nutrients. the boy's stick-thin now. i feel really, really bad for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't avoid cancer if it decides to come, right? what can you do? i dunno really, mum says to take my vits regularly. and for once, i am actually going to listen to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113091455238818279?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/113091455238818279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=113091455238818279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113091455238818279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/113091455238818279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/11/sad-things-do-happen.html' title='sad things do happen...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-113035250513640248</id><published>2005-10-27T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:48:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maggots wor...</title><content type='html'>i have the dirtiest roomie, ever. she left this piece of pomelo on her table okay, for days, weeks, i dunno, and today we saw there's fungus on it. a lot of it. white stuff, covering the whole of the pomelo. and maggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGGOTS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is indefensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am only going to tahan until end of the year, and then i'll be gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't sweep the floor. and she leaves her laundry (socks, underwear, shirts etc) in this super mini small pail in the kitchen and let everyone smell it lar. she leaves dirty plates in the sink, all the time. she puts uncovered food in the refrigerator, uncovered. and she leaves the uncovered food in the fridge if she's going back for the weekend or for hols. or on the table. she dries herself with a face towel (no wonder she doesn't change in the room, right?) her bed feels damp everytime i step on it. yes, she sleeps with her hair wet too. she leaves the windows open when it rains. and leaves it closed when it's not. i haven't seen her change her bedsheet, only once for the entire year i think (and to think i actually slept on her bed once, URGH). she used to wear her shoes into the bathroom. her feet smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, she came home smelling like a walking advertisement for the smelliest garlic. well actually, the rest said she smelled of sweat. u know, like the fat ppl sweat kinda smell. but she's not fat. but i don't care. somehow it evolved into the smell of garlic. my whole freaking room now smells of garlic. when i open the door, the ppl in the middle room and dining room can smell it. so that proves i'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i get dirty/smelly roommates all the time. shouldn't have moved to the back room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i sprayed some perfumed antisect(sp?) or something like that, in the room. while she was sleeping. i sprayed it everywhere, and then i closed the door. i hope she dies in there. haha. no lar, if she dies she'll make it smell worse. gah. i wanna sleep now. i think the garlic smell would've gone away hor. if not i'll just spray more. and die together maybe hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-113035250513640248?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112967387006227444</id><published>2005-10-19T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:17:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past</title><content type='html'>i didn't exactly grew up in the happiest of family. what i can remember of what's left of my childhood, they are not of happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, i rmb the nights i kiss both my parents goodnight before i go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times i played robots, dinos and all things boy with my bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i rmb the times when my parents fought. when mammy used to ask us to go inside the master bedroom and not listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we'll sit on the stairs and listen. sometimes there are knives involved, but nothing serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the many times we stayed at my grandma's house temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when we go out for meals, and my parents would not sit beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times i used to go to my dad's room to listen to his cds, because mum stays in another room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times i felt extremely guilty because i always had to choose between one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when mammy used to go look for kenny all the time, because dad always takes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the times mammy drive so dangerously fast when she couldn't find kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when i had to ask mammy if i could go out jogging with daddy because i was worried she wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time when mum changed the door lock and daddy got real mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the neighbours used to eavesdrop all the time, and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many, many times both sides of the family came to settle fights after me and my bros made phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are only things i rmb when i was very small, the 9-years-old small and not the 12 small. i am very hard pressed to rmb happy moments of my childhood, i really am not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a very confused teenager back then. i had the rebellious streak in me, but luckily i didn't do anything major. no, cos my mum instilled some good moral values in me. i think i could've easily side-tracked. i was so, so bitter then, but i never let anyone know. none of my friends know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the line, i grew more impassive. i grew distant. i started to bottle all my emotions inside. i still do not know how to convey my feelings. i can't rmb the last time i felt really happy. god knows how much i want to be able to feel like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between childhood and adulthood, i lost the ability to feel. to emote. to emphatise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112967387006227444?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112967387006227444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112967387006227444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112967387006227444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112967387006227444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/10/past.html' title='the past'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112932924311641027</id><published>2005-10-15T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T06:34:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me pls, wtf am i doing blogging this early in the morn? it's fucking early, and it's fucking cold (with the stupid living room fan on at speed 5), plus it's fucking raining and i'm fucking sleepy. actually not so. haha. but i haven't slept a wink the whole day. i need to go get some sleep. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post does not officially count as a post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112932924311641027?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112932924311641027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112932924311641027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112932924311641027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112932924311641027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/10/tell-me-pls-wtf-am-i-doing-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112861768561868692</id><published>2005-10-07T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:54:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>team tee's!</title><content type='html'>look, my current obssession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/ParisTeamTee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/ParisTeamTee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baseball t-shirts, not paris and nicky hilton! cool hor? obviously team jolie looks nicer, but i'm all for jennifer aniston! so what if the probability of brad pitt and jennifer aniston getting back together is almost non-existent? i still want a team aniston t-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to ogle somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/TeamAnJoweb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team aniston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/TeamAnJoBkweb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have #1 at the back! woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they are friggin' expensive. $30 bucks for one. =.=' i might as well save for a while more and go buy myself an ipod shuffle right? haiyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team aniston comes in S, M, L and XL but team jolie comes only in S and M. this is discrimination! they are assuming that no jolie fans are FAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i browsed the &lt;a href="http://www.shopkitson.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; of the shop somemore right...and i found...these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/TeamHatsweb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...cute hor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Team Aniston Flex Fit Baseball Cap has green writing on light grey and the Team Jolie has red on light grey."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got spezial name somemore :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? the cap is even more expensive than the baseball t-shirt! one for $38! this is bloody ripping ppl off dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenot buy. im saving for an ipod. but what with all the extra tuitions...haih...sara, i start saving next month lar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112861768561868692?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112857742727330723</id><published>2005-10-06T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:44:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we do not want lee bowyer!</title><content type='html'>i was reading football gossips and transfer news when i saw this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Newcastle will offer £5m and Lee Bowyer to land &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alan Smith&lt;/span&gt; from Manchester United. (News of the World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wah...kenot! alan smith belongs in man utd! he's our keane replacement! well, of cos we're planning to buy players who are better but...ALAN SMITH MUSN'T LEAVE MAN UTD! no one else can take number 14! i don't let!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chelsea defender William Gallas has threatened to leave Chelsea at the end of the season. (The People)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea's Alexei Smertin, currently on loan to Charlton, is ready to quit Stamford Bridge. (News of the World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool striker Fernando Morientes has taunted Chelsea by claiming the Blues will not qualify from their Champions League group. (The Sun, Daily Express)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal boss Arsene Wenger says Chelsea's true test will be how they cope with defeat and puts their strong start to the season down to "good luck". (Various)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool boss Rafael Benitez insists the Premiership is not a one-horse race. (The Times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newcastle boss Graeme Souness rubbishes suggestions that Chelsea will dominate the Premiership for years. (Daily Star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heh. and we wanna get sagnol, ballack, helguera, gravesen, diarra...good good. time to buy some players hor. hmm. then alan smith play where leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HENRY, GO BARCA AND NOT CHELSEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...lampard can go barca as well if he wants. barca will be the new invincible team, aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112857742727330723?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112857742727330723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112857742727330723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112857742727330723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112857742727330723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-do-not-want-lee-bowyer_112857742727330723.html' title='we do not want lee bowyer!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112827065263674184</id><published>2005-10-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:37:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>screw it, and screw everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept so much today. i slept til god-knows-wtf in the aftern, and then i slept early again at night. if i kenot concentrate on the stupid notes and accounting, why not as well sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coupled with chelsea leading the match, well, just fuck it. i fucking hate it when things dont go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meitheng got knocked on the head by her tuition sir cos she was busy msging me. we made this vow last time that no matter what, girlfriends will always have a higher priority over boyfriends. i dont care if others dont like her, but she's my best friend still. always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my own matters, i have to learn to settle on my own. no going to others and complaining or the sorts bcos i dont like to burden other ppl with my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much anger. so much frustration. it feels like i'm going to burst any second. i want to tell someone, but i dont allow myself to go wallow in misery with other ppl knowing. i like to wallow in self-misery tho. i mean, if not, what's the whole fucking purpose of blogging? mammy says i always like to self-pity, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand what she's saying. i'm going to take a time-out, for myself and from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112827065263674184?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112827065263674184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112827065263674184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112827065263674184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112827065263674184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112775791967353403</id><published>2005-09-27T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T02:06:37.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna study!</title><content type='html'>i damn semangat wanna study just now. cos i got a lot of homework. well...a law assignment, an accounting past year paper and an econs MCQ to do, to be exact. i lost my mood to study dee so i can't. that's bad hor? no mood, cannot study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad gar mar. cos i don't get to want to study everyday. i don't touch my books HAHA. and i'm not exaggerating lar, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna sleep in awhile already cos at least i wont sleep in law class like i did today, and then mrs ong patted me on my back. she kinda thumped actually. so i woke up and tried a different style of sleeping. upright that is. not putting my head to the table. teach you all some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. 1 hour later and i'm still here. okay really going to sleep now. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112775791967353403?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112775791967353403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112775791967353403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112775791967353403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112775791967353403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanna-study.html' title='i wanna study!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112750826090460311</id><published>2005-09-24T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:44:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love and hugz!</title><content type='html'>i...also wanna wish &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;meitheng&lt;/span&gt; a happy happy burfday. because i'm sick and i don't have laptop and cos i got tuition and........*excusesexcuses*, i shall therefore wish her now. *rewinds to sept 22nd hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 19th BURFDAY BEST FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho there's this high possibility she wont get to read this, so i wont talk about how much i treasure her blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night. several, not intertwined tho. OMG, imagine if they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i already typed what i dreamt about, but i decided not to blog about them. hehe. a bit embarassing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this post is pointless. what do i care? ceh. my blog what. who cares. ceh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112750826090460311?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112750826090460311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112750826090460311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112750826090460311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112750826090460311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-and-hugz.html' title='love and hugz!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112706920706260153</id><published>2005-09-19T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:46:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicker still :'(</title><content type='html'>u know u're really sick when your hands shake. like when u cannot really control ur hands. wah, scary weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love yahoo uk &amp;amp; ireland, but it seems like they dont have a big collection of videos or sth. i thot every country also share share wan geh...but somehow yahoo uk alwiz repeat same songs over and over again. but only yahoo uk will play third eye blind without me requesting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i notice this trend right, this growing trend lar. ppl now seem to like solo singers who sing emo, heart-wrenching songs. ppl like well, gavin degraw, daniel powter, james blunt, damien rice etc etc. preferably slow, sentimental songs...i know gavin degraw looks a bit out with the group of them. and they have to be 3 of these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have brown/dark and preferably longish hair&lt;br /&gt;-looks dirty and unkempt&lt;br /&gt;-wear a beanie/skullcap etc&lt;br /&gt;-have deep/sexy/throaty voice&lt;br /&gt;-have songs featured in movies aka OSTs&lt;br /&gt;-have subtle, quiet-like but eye-catching music videos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112706920706260153?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112706920706260153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112706920706260153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112706920706260153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112706920706260153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sicker-still.html' title='sicker still :&apos;('/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112694695465510576</id><published>2005-09-17T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:10:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick ='(</title><content type='html'>i love playing pool, tho i suck at it, but i hate coming out of the place smelling like an ashtray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i especially hate going to play pool when i have sorethroat, because somehow the smoke gets stuck in my throat, and when i breathe i smell smoke. for the next few days. i am practically a 100% passive smoker then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have runny nose. that was before sorethroat. and i'm coughing like mad. i am also having a minor headache. i think i need to go lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sara's so sweet. apologising because he dragged me to pool. see? sentimental guys. sara is, hands down, the person i sms most. a few days dont sms him and i feel weird. like, 'ey? why today my phone din doo-doo-doo-doo wan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys say they dont understand girls. i beg to differ. i do not understand guys. so laid-back. they have this weird kind of mentality that makes them think that they're invincible or something. there is this total lack of initiative effort and they think it's appropriate (???????????????) =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont even know u're mad at them! now on this point, i totally, totally, TOTALLY agree with mei. boys are just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're a guy, do not even try to argue with me on this point, because u're not a girl and u wouldn't know how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going off to play some games now. i am burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love yahoo uk and ireland. their yahoo launch is the best. you don't find daniel powter and james blunt in the top 10 anywhere else, right? the last time i checked it is lar. they feature ppl like kaiser chiefs and franz ferdinand, nice leh. i love the uk charts, but not the us one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have a bad day, watch porn or any sexual-themed movie. i love the music video. bad day i mean. anna from the oc is in there...hmm...what's her name again? samantha somethin, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112694695465510576?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112694695465510576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112694695465510576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112694695465510576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112694695465510576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick.html' title='sick =&apos;('/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112690043241287607</id><published>2005-09-17T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:04:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.='</title><content type='html'>peter has gotta be the most annoying person i've ever known in my life. well not to say i don't like him, but sometimes he can just annoy the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario 1: waiting for taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: hey who said i said sara likes u? bcos i did not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: did too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: did not. and i din say that, i only said you guys look like you are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: don't lie. and you said that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: i am not lying! it just looks that way to me...since you two are so close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: i won't be surprised if one day you and sara got together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scenario 2: in MPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: (sidled up to me) so you and sara look close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: duh, NOW only you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: you know what i mean. in the more-than-friends kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: i told you...we're not together...why would i wanna lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: i dunno, some ppl like to hide things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: ... if i am going out with anybody now, it is not sara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: OH? WHO'S YOUR BF? (and asked a whole lot of crap, obv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: not bf...*shakes head* nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: nono...tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: okay...if you come and ask me purposely one day, like when you come over to pangsapuri taking the cab to purposely ask me, i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: okie okie...binding contract okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scenario 3: in manhattan fish market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: hey, why you sitting at the corner? sit beside me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: nonono, that place's reserved for sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suann: ... bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;peter: *laughs in his creepy kind of way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will not stop teasing me and sara. and i wonder why. i admit, altho peter and i are not that close, he is fond of me. but he really is a bit over :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112690043241287607?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112690043241287607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112690043241287607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112690043241287607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112690043241287607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_17.html' title='=.=&apos;'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112671748701042295</id><published>2005-09-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:07:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED ALERT!</title><content type='html'>my mum will KILL me when she find out about my results...she asked if i still had money and i said, not really but i think i'll manage, and my mum, being the oh-so-caring and sweet mum she's always been, said she'll put money into my account tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she'll change her mind when the letter comes. i just hope she's put the money in before that. i'm seriously hopeless in accounting. and she's an accountant. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where's eeju when i need him???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112671748701042295?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112671748701042295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112671748701042295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112671748701042295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112671748701042295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/red-alert_15.html' title='RED ALERT!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112667398468093977</id><published>2005-09-14T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:19:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>%*_!^&amp;)~&amp;#(^)$</title><content type='html'>where got POTENTIAL BF dowan to go out with POTENTIAL GF for 2 WEEKS because POTENTIAL BF is busy with his assignments and one miserable test right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei i dont care. you better make space for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkan go movie for 2 hours also will die...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or no more probationary period. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112667398468093977?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112667398468093977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112667398468093977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112667398468093977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112667398468093977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='%*_!^&amp;)~&amp;#(^)$'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112637837012020948</id><published>2005-09-11T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T02:52:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storytelling day!</title><content type='html'>saturday's a storytelling day...and i would like to tell u all a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know i came back last to ipoh on thursday right? haha...it's bloody funny, man. well i was supposed to take ktm (and change to putra or the sorts) to pudu, but i ended up taking the bus. alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well was supposed to go back alone anyways haha. i was going to take the ktm already, and then sara replied my msg which was in reply to his msg earlier. eh confusing. nvm, he just msged me, and then told me to take the bus cos it's easier and cheaper etc etc. so then i contemplated, and taking the bus to pudu will indeed be easier, cos i wont have to change trains, and i can sit the whole way through. also, the bus stop is nearer than the ktm station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took the bus. he asked me to take 10, 11 or 13. like the hell i know what's the number. and i was not wearing my specs (cos my mum kinda uh, broke it) and couldn't see far. so i saw kota raya on the front of this bus, then i went up and asked the conductor if it's going to kota raya. it was. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kota raya would be the last stop, according to sara, and when everyone go down i shud go down as well. well i was nervous as well sitting there, and i've never been comfortable taking public transportation, and esp alone...cos i'm so lost. i dunno what the hell i shud do. sara asked if i needed him to come over to send me off to pudu, and of cos, me having the ego that i have, i insisted that he not come. of cos that's the opposite of what i want right, but guys never get the fact that girls always say the opposite of what they want, so he said okay. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went up the bus, and once on the bus i was so proud! i got on the correct bus, alone! hahaha. u will never see me taking the bus at home, maybe if mammy cant come back and korkor's there with me to take it. otherwise, NO. anyways, i was taking this HUGE handcarry luggage bag and a sling back too. damn, my hand nearly broke when i reached the bus stop. so bloody heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways this is not the fun part. so then i sat in the bus right...nearly dozed off also. cos kota raya will be the last stop. then the bus was cruising in the city or sth dee, so i paid attention. then a lot off ppl started to get up at this stop, and  i also lar obviously. takkan want to be left alone in the bus sitting there like an idiot. so i went down right, and fuck! not everyone came down. sara said the conductor will say if it's the last stop. well i dont rmb any conductor saying any last stop thingy...so i KNEW i went down at the WRONG stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then cannot lose face and go back on the bus right? so i pretended to know where i was going haha. yes i know i got a huge ego (altho cannot compare with mei's). but i was calm also lar. didn't panic. i just walked around looking at the signboards. saw this one pointing at puduraya, but i dont think that's the place right. so instead i walked the opposite direction. found out i'm at masjid jamek...haha...i know the place is listed on some commuter's signs lar. then i walked somemore...and guess what i found? STARLINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din know it was starline at the mo...i just saw this funny weird small building/tunnel kinda thing, but nasib baik i stopped to take in my surroundings. then i decided to walk inside this building/tunnel thing, and it's starline! i know i should take it to plaza rakyat, cos i think my mum and i took before. looked at the board, realised the trains there dont go the direction of plaza rakyat, and that i shud walk across the street to get to the other building/tunnel of starline to get to plaza rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yessssssssssssssss, bought ticket to plaza rakyat. followed ppl from the station to pudu! bought 3.30 ticket at 3.27 =D so happy i made it! so proud of myself! if last time, i would've taken a taxi straight but i was so damn pokai-ed. i need to save for perry, pris and mt's prezzies...and i've got peanuts left in my bank account. not to mention tuition fees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the story's not funny, i think it's rather embarassing...IT IS EMBARASSING! just dont tell anyone, shhh. u have no idea how ridiculous i looked walking aimlessly around, okay. like an idiot only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shhhhhhhhhhhh............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112637837012020948?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112637837012020948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112637837012020948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112637837012020948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112637837012020948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/storytelling-day.html' title='storytelling day!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112603537564657194</id><published>2005-09-07T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:18:37.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helena</title><content type='html'>i spent RM400 in 5 days, and i'm so broke. going back to ipoh tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- My Chemical Romance - Helena --&gt;&lt;div id=vpdiv&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodes4u.com"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" src="http://www.singingfool.com/videocode/?PublishedID=694871" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="370" height="300" ShowControls="1" ShowStatusBar="0" AutoSize="true" loop="true" EnableContextMenu="0" DisplaySize="0" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Video provided by VideoCodes4U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that I can say?&lt;br /&gt;Things are better if I stay &lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight &lt;br /&gt;So long and goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorin loves this song to death, man. i love the part towards the ending where he almost broke his voice singing. if u get what i mean. the part where he looks so sad. nice, nice song. i love sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't just listen, watch the video. i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112603537564657194?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112603537564657194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112603537564657194' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112603537564657194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112603537564657194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/helena.html' title='helena'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112581139788615485</id><published>2005-09-04T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:25:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toodles</title><content type='html'>am going to sleepover pris' apt tonight, cos pris is a scaredy cat who dare not sleep alone haha. so wont be around. taz ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am going to tire myself shopping now first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112581139788615485?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112581139788615485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112581139788615485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112581139788615485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112581139788615485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/toodles.html' title='toodles'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112577604604201723</id><published>2005-09-04T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T03:34:06.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love going to church!</title><content type='html'>...not. OMG. i'm so not a church person. so remind me, again. exactly why i'm going? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like a guy who initiates things. not a guy who waits by the side and wait for his chance. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i used to think so. but i dunno. anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i must sleep early to go to church. church, me. hah. laugh all u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and tell me where do you wanna have sex most, i'm like, compiling this list. no, really, haha, i'm just bloody curious. top 5 places, if you have it *hopeful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shh, but i actually like crazy frog. uh-huh. but i DO NOT like mr lonely. eww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. guys, act more pls. a little less conversation, a little more action. rmb elvis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lowyat is cool. ipods everywhere. buy me one, and i'll lick whipped cream off your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am obviously drunk, right? but no, although i was contemplating the carlsberg in the fridge, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just mou liu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i think i AM drunk, one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112577604604201723?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112577604604201723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112577604604201723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112577604604201723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112577604604201723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-going-to-church.html' title='i love going to church!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112554082583425927</id><published>2005-09-02T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:55:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams over! yay!</title><content type='html'>exams are really killing me. i'm not even half-stressed, not even in my own lousy standards and that's really something. but i'm getting pimples breakout, and...i've had my period 2 times this month. it's either my body is real fucked up or it's just the exams heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been updating for some time...so let's see...what have i been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i celebrated merdeka that day. AT dataran merdeka. hahaha. i patriotic leh? went with some of my hsemates. fireworks was awesome, but it kinda strain ur neck to look up for 10 mins right, at 60 degrees or so. cos the place where the fireworks was shooting out from was real close to us, so the when the fireworks was up in the sky it's actually real close to us. i think i pricked my neck looking at the fireworks. next time i shall bring a mat and lie down while enjoying the view heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture65.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture66.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture75.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture76.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one like rocket launching hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture78.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore the colourful green, yellow and red thing at the bottom. that's our colourful dunno-what-electrical-tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture81.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, brought poor lonely sara along :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/merdeka%202005/Picture77.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl that rules, cos she's the one with the driver bf :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any pics with dorin and manda cos they decided to be smart and ran up way ahead, and ended up lost. from us lar. after all the fireworks shows were finished, we spent the next 15 mins or so shouting at each other over the phone, trying to get a clear idea of where each other is at lar. am i proud to say that although i gave some lousy directions okay, i managed to get them to where we were haha. unlike mich koo hahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to bangsar to have a drink. manatau, bangsar cafes close early right, i mean starbucks and san fran etc. so we went to this mamak somewhere in BU to yum char instead. wasted so much time cruising, and i was tersempit between sara and dorin. when u have 1 guy with 3 girls at the back, it isn't exactly comfy, esp when u're the one who has to sit upright hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realise right...that i've been to this mamak before! haha...i think it was the time when me, mt, annie and weai went for this conference and us 3 girls met up with sookmei to yum char. banana leaf, if i don't rmb wrongly. the one with the creepy bathroom that scared the shit outta me the first time and i din go for a 2nd round that night haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired. i haven't slept more than 2 hours studying law, went pyramid straight after exams to teman dorin shop, and then come home and can't help onlining. and i'm going movie later, and i might be going yum char later too. and if not, i'll be going pool and supper. life is hectic. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in a dilemma. i've got 2 weeks break, u see. but i don't really wanna go back cos i have econs tuition and frankly, if i don't attend them i'll prolly fail econs. and i not only not want to fail econs, i'm hoping to score in it. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, since dorin wont be here, who'll be so free to teman me go play? waizin also will go back. and the SAM ppl will be busy studying. mich koo will be the only one free lar...haha. but she paktor, and i dont wanan kacau her also. so tell me, if i don't go back, what am i supposed to do here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i should go back. okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112554082583425927?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112554082583425927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112554082583425927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112554082583425927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112554082583425927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/09/exams-over-yay.html' title='exams over! yay!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112537887153689795</id><published>2005-08-30T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:09:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and the goblet of fire!</title><content type='html'>i was reading xiaxue's blog, and she said the &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.co.uk/gobletoffire/master/index.html"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; for harry potter and the goblet of fire is out! wahhh...i want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i watched. hah. i did not read books 2 and 3 honestly, but imho, goblet of fire is the starting point from where the story begins to get more...distasteful. until half-blood prince, because i ABSOLUTELY love half-blood prince. who would've thought that he is indeed snape? not me! the harry potter fansites had been speculating from dean thomas to godric gryffindor to professor lupin to seamus finnigan. and the goblet of fire spits blue fire out! well it emanates blue fire, but it spits papers out of the blue fire! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trailers are fantastic. mad eye moody isn't what i imagine him to be! he looks more like a mad scientist than a mad impostor. and harry, harry's hair is longer! hermione looks absolutely gorgeous in the yule ball. i never thought they'll actually dance, i just thought they walk around and that's it. i mean, it is harry potter, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the merpeople look absolutely scary. the graphics are so good. the girls from beauxbatons, the have ugly, ugly uniforms. and fleur delacour's not as pretty as i imagine. what part veela? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spolers ahead. and before. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i TOLD dorin harry and ginny will be together! she just kept talking about harry and cho chang. and talking about cho chang, she wasn't all the pretty. i wonder why harry likes her. bah, i don't like cho chang all along. seems to me she's playing harry, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always imagine viktor krum to have this...broken nose look. not like in the trailer...like...like...quasimodo, i guess. haha. but he's actually not that bad-looking. really. i didn't have a clear look at cedric diggory, but if he's really as handsome as jk rowling portrayed him to be, it'll be really sad when he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i just had a look at cedric diggory's picture. where got leng chai? WHERE??? i'm so disappointed. he's supposed to be this hottie that everyone has a crush on. damn. he actually looks on par to viktor krum to me. but maybe he'll look better in the movie. he better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie confirm fleur is not pretty. not pretty. she's supposed to look like...i dunno, scarlett johansson??? if not pretty, at least hot. i dunno, have to watch the movie also. and i have the impression bill is hot as hell too. if bill is not, i will cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's funny how krum keeps calling hermione 'hermy-own-ninny'. haha. really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie and this has nothing to do with goblet of fire anymore. random rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry at jk rowling because she hasn't made ron and hermione together yet. they've been having this thing since year 1, okay? forever making each other jealous, but how can they not be together yet??? when it's so bloody obvious they like each other. they better be together in book 7, or i'll write a complaint letter to jk rowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry and ginny sounds real cute together. sad they had to break up in the end. and harry'll die in the end. sad sad sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the movie in november. and when is the next book coming out? i can't talk about half-blood prince to anyone in my apt, because they haven't read it and i'm dying to tell someone about it. but god, don't tell anyone i read harry potter. i used to think it's kiddy myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's merdeka. might be following mich koo to countdown at dataran merdeka tonight. yes, i'm fully aware that i have tuition tmr and econs 3 on thurs and tort law on fri. but like what they say, it's only trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i think i screwed a bit of my econs 4 today, even though mr mo practically fed me the question. dammit, how can i forget to write factors of LPT? double dammit, woke up late today because alarm didn't wake me up and i didn't get to read policies to promote economic development. if he ask me what i get, i'm gonna lie and say i got a bloody A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: the personality test site mei's talking about. &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html#Inventory"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a ENFP. the feely, sensing and not logical type of thing, u know? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112537887153689795?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112537887153689795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112537887153689795' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112537887153689795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112537887153689795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/08/harry-potter-and-goblet-of-fire.html' title='harry potter and the goblet of fire!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112517695784751131</id><published>2005-08-28T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T05:11:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes! and more quizzes!</title><content type='html'>since everyone's doing this...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty accurate actually, some are right on. too bad i dont believe in these stuff. mei's is more accurate lol. if anyone wanna do it, here's the &lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do some more quizzes! i love quizzes! but i don't believe in them. i'm skeptical, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test80.aspx"&gt;What's your personality love style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, THIS is accurate! very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not too sure about the latter part, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did you know that the starbucks in bangsar actually have laptops for our surfing? okay, so i might be the only one who didn't know, haha. coffee is making me stay awake, surprisingly. i don't think it's really the coffee tho ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112517695784751131?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112517695784751131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112517695784751131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112517695784751131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112517695784751131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/08/quizzes-and-more-quizzes.html' title='quizzes! and more quizzes!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112461973936232764</id><published>2005-08-21T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:22:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pure vandalism!</title><content type='html'>if you think ppl conteng-ing bus stops and walls behind coffee shops is vandalism enough, you haven't seen this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, mei and i went over to sara's place yest and OMG, his house is cool. dirty yes, but cool. the nerve to nick those! respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(19)_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/200/Picture%2819%29_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, my dear frens, is sara's room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/200/Picture%2874%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is his main door, from the inside. haha. damn cun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i saved the best for last...haha...THIS is damn funny...go on, laugh your pants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/200/Picture%286%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bathroom! haha. lif bomba! FUNNY, right? at least i think it's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his ex-hsemates memang a bunch of funny guys with a sense of humour hor? i want signs like those in my house also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so loud when i saw the lif bomba sign. hurhur. funny right. FUNNY LAR. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry today i a bit gila haha...lol. i have this theory: if you feel sad, you should act in the total opposite way haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone can make any sense out of this, pls let me know. online translators are real fucked up, and my friends tried but can't translate also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你尝试做得最好，可是你不成功&lt;br /&gt;当你得到你要得， 可是不是你需要的&lt;br /&gt;当你觉得很累的时候，可是你睡不着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当眼泪在脸上留下的时候&lt;br /&gt;当你失去了再也换不回的东西&lt;br /&gt;当你爱上一个人， 可是浪费了     &lt;br /&gt;事情还可以更差吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;光会带你回家&lt;br /&gt;会点着你的骨头&lt;br /&gt;我会把你医好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在高或在低&lt;br /&gt;爱到无法放开&lt;br /&gt;每尝试过怎么会知道&lt;br /&gt;你值得多少&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want someone who can translate english to chinese for me. someone who can change the structure of the sentence to fit chinese, i don't want him to merely translate the words bulat-bulat. but thanks to those who tried, appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112461973936232764?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112461973936232764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112461973936232764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112461973936232764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112461973936232764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/08/pure-vandalism.html' title='pure vandalism!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112412904179722113</id><published>2005-08-16T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T02:50:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my official best prezzie =D</title><content type='html'>i'm so angry at blogger. they won't publish my blog, and i can't get this post out. angry angry angry &gt;.&lt; like that janet? i'll post this when they let me lar har. maybe it's cos i use their photo publishing thingy this time, instead of photobucket. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, so my clsmates celebrated my birthday today. i think they were supposed to on friday. some of cos, as usual, sat at the back. =.= anyways, i got a lot of prezzies today. yay! thanks a lot. esp mee and hsemates and tyng. sara came over today to have lunch with me. and to take his notes back. and then he sudd took out the prezzie for me when we were eating. haha. it looks like a CD. but he wouldnt tell me whether it's a CD, VCD or whatwhat and i wanted to guess. i was so worried he got me X&amp;Y. i guessed for so long dee then i have up! bah. so then i open right, and rupa-rupanya it's...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2848%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's X&amp;Y on the 'cover'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth he burned himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no! he told me he didn't burn it. for awhile i was puzzled, then the bastard said it's an empty disc. =.= and he laughed at me...haha. he made me guessed like a mad woman okay, from U2 to black eyed peas to mariah carey to the killers. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(59).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2859%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his handwriting damn funny weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(47).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2847%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is what the real one looks like =D&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of manda and mich k...thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was thinking hard of what to do with the empty disc, he suddenly stopped laughing and whipped out a big plastic bag and said he dowan to play with me anymore and so this is my real present. damn kns this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i made to open the gift in front of him, he said i better open at home wor. why? cos he said he wrapped it a lot of times. =.= i glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i go home dee i lounge around with my hsemates then proceed to opening the package inside the plastic bag. damn big weh. my first thought: a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i open...and i open...and i open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(62).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2862%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tear off till i fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2843%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see all the newspaper wrapping? this is not even half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i persevere and continue unwrapping...'nvm...i got present, nvm...' so i keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it became this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(45).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2845%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's a monash student guide. one each on both sides of the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau eh, at 1st i though he gave me all the troubles to give me two lousy monash student guides????? then i realise there's sth in between them...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took it out, felt about it and deduced it must be a shirt. from radioactive, cos that's the plastic bag it was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i faster faster unwrapped it! then i realise the bastard has wrapped layers and layers on this package too. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i finally came to what is inside........OH MY GOD! i won't have minded if he actually wrapped 10X more layers on!!! because...the present...is...THIS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2853%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave a gleeful 'little' shout when i saw this! wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(63).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2863%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a boys' M size! (i couldnt find any women's size jerseys here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(68).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2868%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made 2 of my hsemates hold this up for me...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/1600/Picture(73)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5742/431/320/Picture%2873%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now WHO said sara's a bastard huh? he's an absolute ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! today i damn happy. got cake, got lots of prezzies, wishes and...a MAN UTD JERSEY! yay yay yay yay yay! haha...i found out my hsemates have been plotting plans with him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely adore ALL the other prezzies...but...nothing can compare to this! i'm gonna go give sara a big hug next time i see him heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i'm never using their in-house picture thingy again. made my post all fucked up. i've been trying to fix it for hours. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112412904179722113?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112412904179722113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112396241008747778</id><published>2005-08-14T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T03:46:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>partaaay!</title><content type='html'>yay. finally i got the pics. thanks baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to write, just gonna post up some pics. pics taken mostly at friends' cafe and annie's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh and funny thing was, mt and i wore the exact same shirt. in the exact same colour. i'm guessing the same size too. lol. and no we did not plan it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics taken in order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends cafe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe004a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mt and i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe007a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe011a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe017a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe012a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they like this pic lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe013a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese cake mt and annie made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe018a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe021a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waikit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe022a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt decide which one's better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe025a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe029a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe031a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe035a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 jimuis =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie's place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe042a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic best heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Su%20Ann%20Bday%2005/shoe044a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. resizing is such hectic work. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps best present? mu's 2-0 win :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112396241008747778?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112387532954722634</id><published>2005-08-13T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:49:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz, for real</title><content type='html'>i am sleepy...and i am waiting for &lt;a href="http://liljooules.blogspot.com/"&gt;annie&lt;/a&gt; to send me pictures. i msged her, i nudged her...but she's not budging. i think she's on the phone...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bloody sleepy i'll fall asleep right here and then. i need to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOMAN, SEND ME THE PICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps i love all the pics, including the one where your arm sticks out and look as gigantic as mine in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; pic. and i esp love the pics with the guys. i never get to take nice pics with them =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps thanks mei, for the post. you know i appreciate a lot of stuffs with you too, just that i'm not good at showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to everyone who msged, called. you guys made my day, thanks. but not to kahin who kontang-ed my phone batt. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112387532954722634?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112387532954722634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112387532954722634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog. i started this blog cos i was unhappy, and i've kinda sorted it out gradually. but i learn things offset each other. when you get a good event, a bad one comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans are meant to go through all these, so no complains here. but i think it's not unreasonable to ask for a happy birthday, isn't it? not anyone's fault though. my own, for not figuring out my own emotions. i still haven't. i think i'm more complicated than the average human being, but who doesn't think the same of themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is is the same with everybody, or just me? i have a gut feeling it's just me. i fucking think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come one day when i feel completely and entirely happy, i'm gonna go try all the dessert at chilli's, shop till i drop at zara, and give everyone on the street a hug wearing my HTA wristband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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too...i REALLY should start studying. i'm serious. my own results don't spur me; others' do. charles got a freaking A in accounts, man. he's like the surprise package of the day. i think only him and ping got an A in acc. i gotta work hard. cos i got a freaking C. PING GOT 3 A's. she's officially my idol now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you acc is bad enough...haha...you should see my econs. haha...mr mohan passed by when i tried to collect the a2 results for mei, and he asked what did i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohan: hey so, what did you get?&lt;br /&gt;me: v bad lar sir, i'm gonna retake my econs.&lt;br /&gt;mohan: so what did you get? (bloody persistent sir)&lt;br /&gt;me: eh...D.&lt;br /&gt;mohan: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he smiled semacam and walked away. lol. i think he's real disappointed. he alwiz thot i'm this super hardworking student. i dunno what gives him the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i think i'm gonna stride into mrs ong's cls like a woman on mission. lol. abuthen i think the majority did quite well in law. maybe it's just easy to score in law. yesss...i'm gonna stuff my results slip in her face. haha! proves i got study weh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...actually i dont. mimi say it's miraculous for me. lol. wei i studied the whole ELS more than i did for my f5, okay? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i got study wan gar. i din sleep the night b4 the exam u know...&lt;br /&gt;mimi: wei i also lar. i not only the night b4 ark...the past few weeks i also like that wei.&lt;br /&gt;me: -speechless...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i bertekad wanna study dee. this time for real okay? i'm gonna go get all A's in my a2. haha! errm...fat chance lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i should've taken maths! bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112349008062460900?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112349008062460900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112349008062460900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112349008062460900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112349008062460900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-results.html' title='AS results...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112335754646497878</id><published>2005-08-07T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:45:47.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now now...</title><content type='html'>...i finally rmb what i wanted to blog about =) : MALAYSIAN IDOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once...for once, since i started to watch the season 2...i'm in a dilemma as to who to vote. haha. i love this week...seriously. L-O-V-E   I-T ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it started out good...good good. ended not so good...look, it ended with faizzul okay? he damn funny wan...ppl sing rock ying, he sing rock like orang kampung. memang lar his nick. can't we have a bo bice or a constantine maroulis?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...vote for daniel! no, not bcos he's 'cute', i don't find him that cute anyways, but bcos his rendition of somewhere over the rainbow, i like. anyways, my taste memang good wan so just listen to me. if got more time and credit, can vote for farah, nita and ash also. ejay's a big no-no...for now at least...she actually reminds me of this girl. urgh. but not cos of that tho, i just dont like her style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone chants *&lt;em&gt;danieldanieldaniel&lt;/em&gt;*, cmon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[][][]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i've been eating non-stop. been eating when i don't even feel remotely hungry. if it wasn't to teman sara, i prolly won't eat whole day i guess. maybe snacks lar. my stomach can't take certain food now, i get stomachache often and easy...and i get severe menstrual pain sometimes. mammy says it's cos i don't eat regularly. i for once, agree. don't care lar...maybe can even kam fei a bit. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mau nice pool games. anyone knows any nice pool websites? single-player ones, those that i can play myself or with the computer. playing with another opponent is too much hassle for me for the meantime, i just wanna improve my angle shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want nice acoustic and acapella songs too. any band, any singer, any genre. send them ALL my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps mei, yes yes you count. you count okay? you count v much, okaaaay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112335754646497878?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112334054218475966</id><published>2005-08-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:02:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>just now i damn semangat wanna blog. now i dont feel like doing anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 - Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough, you think you've got the stuff&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me and anyone&lt;br /&gt;You're hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to always be right&lt;br /&gt;Let me take some of the punches&lt;br /&gt;For you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me now&lt;br /&gt;I need to let you know&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And it's you when I don't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't this sweet? if only i have a guy like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've just discovered green day. i mean, only now that i'm really into their songs...and they're been around forever. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going supper in awhile. my pool still sucks considerably. i was happy just now tho. i beat sara 3 times at least. damn happy. now i'm not. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my friends to call me. or msg me. sometimes. can anot? i just feel a tad lonely nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112334054218475966?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112334054218475966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna wish you a happy, happy birthday. i hope you have one, after all the heartaches you've been through and babe, you definitely deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you v muchie too honey =) *muakSs* and hugz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i edited a bit, i think i sound too les =.=' sorry it's a bit short tho, i have cls now heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112243913215542937?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112243913215542937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112243913215542937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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we've just finished watching manhunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shoe: i like matt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mt: i knew it. exactly like your taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;shoe: haha. but he v boy looking. i like hunter better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mt: meaning hunter v girl looking izzit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and don't anybody update their blogs anymore???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now mt's giving me info and tips on diet and stuff. lol. sit-ups is a must, i learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mt: try hoops. it really helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shoe: meitheng...you know i can't do hoops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mt: i know u cant, but try lar...good u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;shoe: no place to do summore...only in the living room can, and i'm gonna look like an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mt: u wanna look like an idiot at home or a fei poh everywhere u go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the 2nd time, =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so long time never chat with her dee...so miss her muchie. i miss all my ipoh frens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i seem addicted to blogging now. lol. but  nobody reads :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i constantly have this feeling, this feeling that grabs at your heart when you're watching a romantic movie. but i have it everytime. lol. as constant as i breathe the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112231570609780580?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112231570609780580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112223403068336419</id><published>2005-07-25T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T03:40:30.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie buff me?</title><content type='html'>i think i'm turning into some kind of a movie buff. i was never into watching movies that i don't REALLY fancy. as in, i only watch those that really matter in the cinema. others, i get vcds or dvds. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore. now i suka suka, go watch movie. nth to do, go watch movie. but lately slow down a bit dee lar. but still. if sunway pyramid has a special visitor's pass/card for those who frequent the mall, i think i'll be able to get gold class or the sort. heh. don't believe me? i went there yest, to do NOTHING, and i went there again today to catch the island. every week i just have to go at least once, twice. that's a lot you know...considering you're going there to do NOTHING. haha...well maybe to shop. a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...the island. my friends love it. but me? i think it's okay. i think it's pretty average honestly. great, great plot but not too well played into. i don't mean it's the actors' faults. don't know how to explain, but it's not so engaging to me. there are scenes that i find boring. tell you what, i didn't feel that way with war of the worlds. but overall the island's good lar...simply cause scarlett johansson looks good. lol. i like it when she ties up her hair. anyhow looks better than in a good company lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to compare, but if you ask me what action-kinda movies i like best, i'd say...saving private ryan. and uh, the day after tmr? does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways that's not the movie of the day. i just finished watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the notebook&lt;/span&gt;. not as nice as a walk to rmb, i don't think it's even comparable to a walk to remember, but it's such a touching story. i didn't cry much though. i think it was pretty easy how they got together...the 1st time AND the 2nd time, but the things the guy did for the girl...and how they waited...and waited. i would never have waited 7 years for a guy...and i would never have written a guy one letter everyday for a year. well i think lar. it's more mature compared to AWTR...haha...and to think that i like a kiddy movie better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where's my landon and my noah? lol. annie once asked if i like anybody at coll and when i said no, she concluded that i'm not normal. lol. it's just that...i've never met a guy i can't live without...so i've done without. i like that phrase. i read it in a novel. eh but i still want a landon or a noah. a landon's better. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are scary sounds behind the sofa now...so i'm going to bed. haha. i'm sked. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112223403068336419?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112223403068336419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112223403068336419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112223403068336419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112223403068336419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-buff-me.html' title='movie buff me?'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112213957786147977</id><published>2005-07-24T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T02:03:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abc 123</title><content type='html'>if i weren't such a bad writer i think i would wanna study journalism or that kinda stuff. i love reading, but i hate writing. i can't start a story for my life's sake. you know how some ppl can just write about some scenery like they've been living in that place since forever? damn jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ringgit is unpegged against US...going overseas to study will be cheaper. but i don't even know what i wanna do. i think i'm stuck with law honestly. but if i had a choice...i would've done something practical...something hands-on...something like hotel management? i don't see myself as a 9-5 person, and IF i can do 9-5, i definitely can't sit on my ass for that long. maybe PR. yeah, maybe mass com, majoring in PR. good? or maybe i can major in journalism. heh. well like i've been saying all along.....if only i'm good in 1 particular subject...i would've taken it...if i'm good in bio i would've taken something bio-related. if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class trip was okay...my adopted kid's real cute. real well-mannered. all of them are. they come to you, offering to take your plastic bags for you, and they come over and shake our hands and thank us for coming when we were leaving. each and everyone of them. i would've posted their pictures, but either sth's wrong with manda's laptop, or my handphone. i'm betting her laptop. pls. my hp's gila enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh....biggest news of the day: i bought............THE NOTEBOOK!!! heh. i'm so watching it later. i actually bought it yesterday...hah. but i'm sleepy now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back at 1 this aftern after the trip and slept lar right..then i looked at my phone. mammy sent me a msg...at 2 sth. and i thot that was the time when i woke up...haha. stupid me. i felt like i slept enough, and i rmb thinking it's all so weird cos i was tired as hell...i couldn't have been sleeping for only 1 hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dreamt a whole load of rubbish. i dreamt i was smoking. lol. that's really funny. happily smoking too. i mean i've always had the urge to try, although i don't like smokers. haha. but to not try is one of the few things i can control myself over. i'm seriously gonna go on a diet. i'll start binge-eating if i can't haha. i seriously need to get my legs pulled. fucking hell, all the nice slacks look so bloody long on me. and i obv can't cut them off. unlike jeans. haha. another reason why i'm always in jeans, but shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex ferguson praise my alan smith. ehehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Alan was superb,' said Ferguson. 'There was a great spirit about the team, he kept encouraging and cajoling the rest of the team and overall put in a very good performance.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to buy the man utd boys size jersey already. maybe next month, but i'm definitely going to. i prolly can ask ppl to buy women's size for me from abroad, abuthen i think maybe boys size will fit me more? i dunno lar, see lar...haha. but not this month. i'm already broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll prolly send random smses to friends. i just feel like it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perry is online. haha. i shall nickname him &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THE FLASH&lt;/span&gt;. zoooooong. complete with the sound and colour effect. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why. it's cos i'm the only one who's online in his list. lol. no wonder so fast lar haiyor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes...i read this just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fergie: Smith Can Replace Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read read. &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com/news/fullstory.sps?inewsid=201809"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112213957786147977?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112213957786147977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112213957786147977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112213957786147977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112213957786147977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/07/abc-123.html' title='abc 123'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112206143717836227</id><published>2005-07-23T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:43:57.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit. i'm so fucking addicted to fanfiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112206143717836227?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112206143717836227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112206143717836227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112206143717836227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112206143717836227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/07/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112205940533976387</id><published>2005-07-23T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:10:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orphanage trip...yay!</title><content type='html'>i'm desperately trying to blog here, but perry's chatting at a gila-ly fast rate that i can't afford to spend much time blogging or else i'll miss what he's saying. gila gila...i'm actually planning to read some fanfiction and then blog a bit and then sleep. but my bro's bombarding me with questions and perry is talking non-stop hehe. sara prolly fell asleep on his pc table lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i'm going to this orphanage near USJ. yay! actually not so yay cos i'm gonna be waking up early on a sat, but yay cos i get to play with kids. when i have kids (if), i wanna have a boy first. i think boys are so cute. prolly cos i have so many girl cousins to play with, and they're not exactly soft-spoken angels. damn gila sial...they jump on couches and throw balls at the kuan yin statue. haha. and then i wanna marry an ang moh, cos then my oy will have blonde hair. so cute right? i alwiz go shopping mall can see blonde ang mohs, then the boys so cute wan. hahahaha. but must marry one blonde ang moh lar right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got think of names for them also. nonono, don't get the wrong idea lar, not like i wanna have a kid already u knoe, but i like to think. haha. it's a thing i do subconsciously, okay. okie maybe not, but still...think only mar nth wrong. no i do not sound defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh and i bought lady chatterley's lover. yeah, that must be the title. bought it cos there was like, a huge and landmark trial on the novel okie. not cos i wanna read all the sex scenes inside. it's boring lar...i read 10, 15 pages and then i changed to reading another novel. i think i got cheated of my money =( oh if u don't know, there was a trial cos they thought the novel was too explicit at that time. it was a long time ago i think...i don't really rmb, but the details are there in the book, in the intro. an old bailey case. so they wanted to stop the book from being published, but in the end claim unsuccessful. aiyar i'm rambling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep dee. hafta be at coll at 8.15 AM tmr. goodness. so early in the morn on a sat. this will be the last time. will update tmr if can. till then, ciaoz =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112205940533976387?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112205940533976387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112205940533976387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112205940533976387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112205940533976387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/07/orphanage-tripyay.html' title='orphanage trip...yay!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112179915214732561</id><published>2005-07-20T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T02:52:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>i want to watch the island and hostage. i WANT to watch bewitched. i love nicole kidman. since moulin rouge. i love moulin rouge. i can sing to the the soundtrack...haha...yes...that's how much i love moulin rouge. and nicole kidman, of course. and i wanna go read some nice fanfictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen joshua a couple of times since coll begins. funny how i've never bumped into him, but into his classmates all the time. he prolly skipped every alternate class. anyways, he always look away when he sees me. u look away nvm, but don't give me the smug look. i so hate it...don't you hate it when ppl who actually knows u, pretends not to know u and walk straight ahead with such speed as if he's trying to generate wind to blow u away to some faraway place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, he may have some reasons to dislike me. more than a few maybe. abuthen i dont admit it's my fault. i never pick up his call when i dont feel like it, and okay, that may look rude. but i did sms him last! hah! his mum asked me to anyways, but he never replied! hah! see? not my fault lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, i may have kicked him out of tuition class, but he's bloody asking for it. he's always late to fetch us, never bring ANYTHING to class (no, not even paper or pen), therefore he used MY paper and pen, AND he used MY pens to play with my hands. u know, as in scratching ur arms? bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he drives like a bloody incompetent f1 driver. okay, his skills good okay, but he swerves from left to right at amazingly tight angles (no, i'm not praising him) and at top speed too. u know what i'll do if i sit in his car? i bloody close my eyes and imagine i'm doing sth else. i'll say silent prayers to god. isn't that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyar but can still be friends even after we don't meet so often right? just say lar the customary hello and bye everytime we meet. but no, he doesn't look at me, and if he doesn't look at me, i can't go in front of him, jump up and down, and go 'HELLLOOOO!' right? but he greets kiat, when kiat greets him 1st lar of cos. ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when ppl ignore me. helllooo...i exist okay? at least have the guts to look at me and stare if u want to, but don't ignore me. bah. his loss if he doesn't wanna greet me. lol. and it is not my fault as well if he likes me. i bloody well told him a lot of times we're only going out as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. he makes a good blogging entry. several actually. he's got so much for me to write. i can write tons more. i've never seen another guy so expressly weird and funny. i just wish someone would ask me, i'll tell u all the funny stories. lol. but i do feel sorry for the guy. he's just lonely at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go watch movie and i wanna go pool. i REALLY know the trick already. if only sara is reading this. cos i REALLY, REALLY know the trick already. haha. i keep saying that, but i actually don't :P i wish i do, though. i can't stand being sucky in pool. i don't like losing. haha. i'm damn kiasu man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy at times. i think ultimately that's good enough. for me i guess. haha. i'm the kind of person that's like, when it's there i don't want it, and when it's not there anymore, i want it. i only want the unobtainable. haha. that's bad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very bad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112179915214732561?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112154368112374974</id><published>2005-07-17T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:54:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have mixed felings all the time. i hate feeling so much guilt. i loathe it. i don't know what i want. i don't know how to explain, or express. i never meant to be bad, i was just trying to be nice. i hate it, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just plain hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112154368112374974?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112153591925368520</id><published>2005-07-17T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:16:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lao yah sales =(</title><content type='html'>my feet damn pain now weh. i swear to god, vincci's shoes make ppl's legs pain and feet blister. walked whole day and only got myself 2 pairs of pants. if go pyramid nvm u know, but go mid valley must buy more mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sales no more. got lar, but everyone take the nicest clothes dee. like today. u know lar MNG got super mega blaster sale, then i go see lar u know. then i like this black top u know, after discount still 69 bucks lar. but nvm, i want to buy. but the piece i tried a bit stretched lar cos all the fatties who kenot wear XS purposely wanna fit into it. so then i go find another XS lor right. then the salesgirl show me black face and say,'all outside dee.' nvm her tewwible england lar, but when i go find no more XS wor!!! i angry &gt;.&lt; sorry i dunno how to make angry face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is like last time i buy u know. that time so long queue so i grab this one M size and went inside try lar. then M not correct mar, and i lazy to go queue up again so i just grab XS go pay. but that one so tight fitting, fat larrr. waste my money only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually very sleepy now. no energy to write more. i even skipped pool and supper. go sleep lar u ppl. nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen man utd's new away kit? ohmigawd, it's blue in colour. definitely not bad you say. but it's blue, with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; stripes at the shoulder and the sleeves end!!! i blame it all on glazer. it must be him who ordered the designers to go make something like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/muaway05-07.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away kit 05/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/muaway03-05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last season's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you tell me which one is better? no need tell i also know lar. nah, here's how the team look like in &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/muteamaway05-07.jpg"&gt;blue and red&lt;/a&gt;, and in &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/manutd1.jpg"&gt;black&lt;/a&gt;. sad lar. alan smith is gonna wear that jersey and run around the field. he's gonna look like a clown =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112153591925368520?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112146125114525757</id><published>2005-07-16T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:53:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superpower me! heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Fantastic%204/f4-1a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastik empat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch fantastic 4 today. not anything super nice, but jessica alba looks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STUNNING&lt;/span&gt; in blonde. i mean, she was pretty with dark hair, but she was just dark angel to me. in the movie i didn't even recognise her. i actually only know she's in there cos i read about it lol. i like her in blonde =) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nicer&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Fantastic%204/jessalba1b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Fantastic%204/jessalba2b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chris evans, johnny aka the human torch, he's hot. haha. although at first he was annoying. ioan gruffudd's not too bad looking, but look at that hair. somehow he reminds me of magneto. he looks really 80's weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Fantastic%204/chrisevans2b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Fantastic%204/chrisevans1b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can choose any of their superpower, i think i'll choose sue's one. that's jessica alba's. i wanted johnny's at first but imagine if whenever i use my superpower and the fire wallops my clothes? very sakit hati right? abuthen he can fly. but i don't understand how being on fire makes him able to fly. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O_0&lt;/span&gt; the other 2 punya superpower no use punya, wasted only. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sue's one not bad ark. can go invisible. hehe. then i can walk around naked around the apartment and i can change clothes without closing the curtains. and then i got protective shield also. so if one of those many pin tai molesters around sj come and try me, i can either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) go invisible, and then wallop him&lt;br /&gt;b) use my protective shield, and then wallop him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whichever way also good lar. as long as can wallop him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112146125114525757?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112146125114525757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112146125114525757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112146125114525757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112146125114525757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/07/superpower-me-heh.html' title='superpower me! heh'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112093395690014894</id><published>2005-07-10T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T02:32:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moody suann</title><content type='html'>i realise i hardly talk to ppl on msn. i think i don't talk to 90% of them. 1st of all, if u're not super close to me i don't bother talking to you. and even if u are, stimes i just don't feel like it. i just cant be bothered, and i get bored and sick of ppl easily. so if i do chat with you on a regular basis, fuhhhhh, cos you're really one of few of them. *not trying to sound high and mighty here, but...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of feeling moody. it's totally uncalled for and i dont know where the freaking hell it's coming from. maybe i shud just take my vits like mammy said, and then maybe leh can improve mood wan? lol...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mammy bought a brand new samsung d500c. cos her old one dropped into the toilet bowl. she had a samsung before that too. and then mimi was asking me today, 'when u change new phone ark, u think u'll buy back SE anot?' i said prolly yes. haha...then i realised we ARE like what mr mohan said. loyal to the brand we've been using all along. true enough that i switched from nokia to SE before that, but you see the point? i like SE, therefore in the future, i'll consider buying another SE. before i changed to SE, i didnt even give a thought to SE phones mainly cos i was soooo loyal to nokia back then. another point of loyalty. lol. what made me notice SE i do not know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abuthen competition is close you see. i want k750i, but at the same time i would want the N series cos it just looks so cool. ultimately the more expensive one will win lar, providing i got the money. lol. which in the short term, i wont have. sad right? i like gadgets, if only i got money man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerrrrr. i just went to check my mum's phone. it looks cool. haha. i jealous lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/d500_1_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want MONEY so i can buy X&amp;Y and also a new hp, not to mention a nice ipod and also sony vaio tr-3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, see how my mood change fast fast? haha. very easy leh. neways, i mau go sleep dee. &lt;a href="http://liljooules.blogspot.com"&gt;annie&lt;/a&gt; say must study dee, so tmr i wanna go do mr mohan's mcq. lol. and i absolutely refuse to read law. bah.&lt;div 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suann'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112084057895957554</id><published>2005-07-09T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:36:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cds crazy!</title><content type='html'>i saw this music shop at pyramid, and the shop was offering discount of up tp 70%. sadly most of the cds all old and lao yah, but i cannot not buy right? since one cd with 70% d/c is around 14 bucks. haha, so i went and got myself the calling's 2nd album. mich got the best album :( she got 3 doors down's latest album. waaaaaaaa *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to speedy and saw these bunch of cds that are cheaper by like, 10 bucks than usual. that time the shop was closing dee, so i fast fast run out and kam lui from the atm machine. then i fast fast run back in to get keane's hope and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to buy coldplay's x&amp;y. then i saw walau eh, why so expensive one? cos new lar of cos. since i so kiam siap, i decided to buy hopes and fears lor. yer. add 13 bucks more can buy x&amp;amp;y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speed of sound is so stuck on my head, it's playing itself in my head day and night. but i em seh tak buy u know, and i'm going to mid valley tmr. gosh, must save my money cos chi tyng sure lar bring me go splurge money. and then she wants me to have our desert at chillies. like i not broke enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually dunno why i wanna buy cds also, not like i got laptop here, or cd player also. waste money keep in the case only. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i so broke and kiam siap right, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone pls go and buy me lar x&amp;amp;y&lt;/span&gt;...i promise next time i buy u back another lao yah cd lar. or i can give u my the calling's cd. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-112084057895957554?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/112084057895957554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=112084057895957554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112084057895957554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/112084057895957554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/07/cds-crazy.html' title='cds crazy!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112025431574104718</id><published>2005-07-02T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T05:45:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review : WOTW</title><content type='html'>i very hungry lar now. starving. ate 2 slices of pizza for dinner and was as full as an elephant. but now so hungry. how i wish sara's here so i can ask him to go supper with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched war of the worlds today. it's not as bad as everyone say it is lar, right? so those who haven't watch *ahem ahem* don't criticise first lar. haha. plot might be a bit dong, but honestly it's so captivating...i couldn't tear my eyes off the screen you know. it's like one of those epic movies, those action movies that you simply can't afford to look away, which means it's good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's good lar. and no *ahem ahem*, the microorganism part at the ending is not stupid, okay? the machine's simply half-human, or sth, and that's why the virus/bacteria or apa-apa can infect the stupid metal thing, okie? and the house might be still standing erect after the 'storm', and all other hses collapsed, but it's a movie! and that means u gotta ignore parts that you think are stupid, like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the part where they were all hiding in the stupid little ridiculously small hse in the middle of nowhere, with all those machines walking around them but surprisingly not noticing the small, quaint hse there. why can't they just step on the stupid hse instead of going around it? isn't it so much hassle? because they're so big, tall and mighty, they can afford to step on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if they're all high and mighty, why must they send their little pathetic-looking aliens - who can execute a plan to wipe out the human species (almost) but don't know what a bicycle is? (didn't they do their fucking research???) - to personally go and look for survivors in the small, quaint hse? can't they just blast their super-power laser and save some time so they can go and kill some more ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why the hell were they spraying human blood like some kind of nutrient-giving baja all over the place? weh doing that will waste somemore time you know. stupid aliens. what did i tell you? humans are the only species capable of thinking reasonably. WE ARE THE SUPERIOR SPECIES!!! wahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for that one, wasn't intended. anyways let's continue. oh yeah, notice the part in the beginning, yes let's go back to the beginning, when he was runnning and running away from all the laser beams and it just so happens that EVERYBODY around him gets lasered and he doesn't? that's downright lame. haha. or how stupid were those ppl, in the first place, to stand so near to the freaking 'earthquake'? run away a bit lar...idiots. they're all idiots. no freaking wonder they all died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how about how the machines are so advanced that they can think or, be controlled by a freak alien inside, and can have super lighthouse lights that can see everything and laser you when they see you BUT they don't have a sound sensor? in other words, they can see but not hear. CAN lar actually but so minimal right? dakota fanning and tom cruise run like ah peks and so loud summore also the machines kenot hear....as if they sked the machines cannot hear them. or maybe it's psychological...actually they want the machines to come eat them but they din succeed only. all because the scriptwriters made the machines so lao yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm so sorry i made the review so bloody long, but i'm in the freaking mood to write and to curse. i'm just blabbing. actually, my MAIN POINT is that even accounting for all the above FLAWS in the movie, war of the worlds is still a good movie to see and definitely worth all your $$$ lar. according to me lar. cos all my frens think it's real lao yah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a foul mood, and i'm going to sleep now. will be sleeping in manda's room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-112007098156470768</id><published>2005-06-30T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:49:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate putting a title as well...</title><content type='html'>i wasn't missing home as much as i thought i would this time...but reading other ppl's blogs makes me realise just exactly how much i'm missing my friends. i hate it when i have this heart-wrenching feeling, cause that makes me feel so the not independent-like...and i hate to admit i miss home. but i rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time is different. mei's not gonna be here, pris won't be cooking for me anymore. now that sara's gone, who's gonna teman me watch football? lentty and her boy-watching trips. and i have whole stacks of perry's college receipts with me. peter? lol...will miss his stupid antics and crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do feel like a burden's been lifted off me. when my hsemates ask me to go out somewhere i'll alwiz think, 'what if perry they all also going out?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. i alwiz ffk my hsemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think there are some things i did that i'll regret, but i'm also glad that i did not uh, hmm...really do it? lol...i know that sounds perverted, but no, it's not sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today's waizin's burfday. happy burfday! lolz. red box soon k? eh bah, not like she's gonna read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ppl, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss me too!&lt;/span&gt; cos i sure &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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well...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111976448679158365</id><published>2005-06-26T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:41:26.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to sj again...</title><content type='html'>first of all, i think mr and mrs smith is quite nice, although a bit boring. the angry make up sex certainly make up for any flaws, right? and look, a brad pitt and angelina jolie pairing? they're gorgeous lar. i tell u if i'm a guy, lol...angelina jolie's really really HOT. she can stop traffic, no shit. brad pitt was just like her sidekick or sth. he was practically beaten by angelina in every aspect. although not as gorgeous as brad and jennifer, like i said. but certainly arguable. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chicken shit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pussy&lt;/span&gt;. hurhur. funny enough for me. this is the movie everyone say is not nice, and i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, initial D is the movie everyone say is nice. where got lar? it's okay lar, u know? jay chou was quite cute honestly...he goes 'em' and 'orh' all the time only. but at least it's his own voice, although his canto really teruk. unlike that jap actress, u know, his gf in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic. not really that nice lar, all they do is drive and race around the mt akina hill roads. look, jay chou may be super geng in his old AE86, and he may have beaten the GTR and the PC, or TC, or whatever, but hey, he's been driving up and down the hill for 5 years, give or take. if i drive so long dee, i also can lar right? maybe not lar. hurhur. at least the show's not big on technical terms, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay's almost as cute as edison there, hurhur. the way he keep 'orh' and 'em'-ing is really cute. and his acting's not that bad lar, really. and shawn yue? with his moustache, i think no. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch batman. i actually kinda like katie holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss all of my ipoh frens. so unwilling to go back to kl. to the books, the classes, the not-so-nice clsmates. and to my results, my econs tuition, my law teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. life does. haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111976448679158365?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111976448679158365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111976448679158365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111976448679158365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111976448679158365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-sj-again.html' title='back to sj again...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111960733009925497</id><published>2005-06-24T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:02:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>i think i'm rather vulnerable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug me, and i'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;kiss me, and i'll melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well. anyone up for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i might just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;must be cos of all the mushy songs annie send to me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111960733009925497?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111960733009925497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111960733009925497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111960733009925497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111960733009925497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111929330858119118</id><published>2005-06-21T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T02:49:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want a freaking bikini!</title><content type='html'>i was telling &lt;a href="http://waikitstein.blogspot.com/"&gt;waikit&lt;/a&gt; just now that i might be going to penang tmr for 2 nights or so. then i had second thoughts cos i don't have a bathing suit, hence the pointless point of going. i think i got that mixed up. nvm, you know what i mean. i thought i could bunk over at &lt;a href="http://liljooules.blogspot.com/"&gt;annie&lt;/a&gt;'s place, abuthen mammy might go shopping in penang. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i was wondering why haven't i got a bathing suit. i do have one, but i don't like it. urgh. then why didn't i go buy one? lol...then i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Waikit says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;where will u put up for a nite tmr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Waikit says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; usually it's gurney hotel but u if like sandy beach...the hotels at batu ferringhi is the way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i dont think i want gurney hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i want a beach hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; oh wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i need to get a swimsuuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; golar penang  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Waikit says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;go lar penang---&gt;telling dat to urself? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Waikit says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; slumber party can be held anytime time...penang trip wif mom is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Waikit says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; if i were u,i'll choose png!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i need to buy a bathing suit since duno when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and u see, im planning on getting a bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and u see, im not thin enough to go get a bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SuaNnz - i want a pink lightsaber! - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and u see, therefore im delaying getting a bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that means i'm not going to swim ever again in my life...not at the rate i'm going. :S&lt;br /&gt;i can't even be bothered to go on the bicycle thingy. i couldn't even rmb why in the world did i not go and get a nice, cute lil bikini :S&lt;br /&gt;diet plan abandoned ages ago, u see...so's my exercise regimen...lol...not like i had a proper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the world so vain??? *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;or i can just wear a bikini, fat or not fat. *sulks somemore*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111928150123749312</id><published>2005-06-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:31:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr brightside</title><content type='html'>when you cant drink, you eat. lol. i'm eating a cognac truffle right now. ooh, and steve just brought me some red wine. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many lyrics move me...i think this one is beautiful...and sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;br /&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;br /&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t look its killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr brightside - the killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111928150123749312?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111921040658321067</id><published>2005-06-20T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:57:24.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go go ferrari!</title><content type='html'>i think this is by far the weirdest f1 race i've ever watched...lol...when i turned on the tv, there was only 6 drivers left. out of the whole lot, only 6 were left. has no idea what happened earlier, but with at least 64 laps left, only 6 were left...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m schu won neways...and i'm happy. a 1-2 for ferrari...better still =D and the 3 teams left are all using bridgestone...lol...and that is funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i shall move on to watching the oc now...i still have 4 more eps to go and i'll finish season 2...yay! took me so many days to finish dling the whole thing...and i still have to burn it...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to blog and i just dont have the feel to. next time then =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i know why already. lol sorry i haven't been reading the papers. http://www.formula1.com/race/news/3209/740.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111921040658321067?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111921040658321067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111921040658321067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111921040658321067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111921040658321067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/06/go-go-ferrari.html' title='go go ferrari!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111860769166184360</id><published>2005-06-13T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T04:21:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics!</title><content type='html'>fixed some older pics too...look, &lt;a href="http://liljooules.blogspot.com"&gt;annie&lt;/a&gt;...pics u wanted last time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Picture010a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Picture003a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/Picture007a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one cannot save much lar...haha.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like this one tho...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i got my very own pink lightsaber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/pinklightsaber.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that pink thing in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! now i can fight alongside anakin! courtesy of &lt;a href="http://waikitstein.blogspot.com"&gt;waikit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111860123110168562</id><published>2005-06-13T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:33:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuih kuih!</title><content type='html'>it's been so long since i've been home. and now that i'm home, i'm gonna do all kinds of things i didn't have the luxury of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, eating kaya kuih =) i used to love these when i was small so when i passed by this kuih stall in wolley, i just couldn't resist buying a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/IMG_1413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to lend me ffx for ps...cos mine is kaput =( so sad...i can't play ffx2 if i havent play ffx...regardless of what my bro says...haha. so the storyline is not the same...but you can't jump the order, right? i know lar i v fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walala. bored and am going to copy some cds. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once touched a tiger. real tiger u know. not at the zoo lar, they don't allow you so close to the tigers. or they might just bite off your hand. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kl friends are all going to genting tmr, but i'm not going. cos it's my mum's burfday the day after and i'm a fillial daughter =) lol. but true what weh...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111860123110168562?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111860123110168562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111851815437041291</id><published>2005-06-12T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T04:06:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edited</title><content type='html'>so it's still pulling my blog space down. i'll fix it tmr or sth, i'm just too lazy/tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: fixed everything. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111851815437041291?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111851815437041291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111851815437041291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111851815437041291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111851815437041291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/06/edited.html' title='edited'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111851803804590501</id><published>2005-06-12T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T04:03:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edited pics!</title><content type='html'>yay! deleted my previous pics post. messed up my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with mt and mone today. yum char at abc, then to mone's hse. we were eating spagetti in the middle of the night...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i feel like it, i'm gonna go edit some pics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/MV/IMG_1283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sara and i in maggie t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/MV/IMG_1396.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and pris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/shoeant/MV/IMG_1401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book i just bought and finished =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da! i'm gonna go hide in my room in a little while. it's been so long since i've air-con in my room =) hmm...although i'm not dependent on it, and sometimes i can't even stand air-con. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111851803804590501?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111851803804590501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111851803804590501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111851803804590501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111851803804590501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/2005/06/edited-pics.html' title='edited pics!'/><author><name>suannlicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07841343627217146002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111825944266333806</id><published>2005-06-09T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T03:37:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stink of cigars...</title><content type='html'>i've watched all the movies i wanted to...what's left now is only mr and mrs smith...which comes out...........&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's according to sara. today is not today yet when u havent slept. means, even though it's after 12, i don't call today, today. it sounds ridiculous right? who wants to look at the watch all the time so when the clock ticks 12, u can shout, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hey, it's today already!&lt;/span&gt;' hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is today when u slept, then wake up in the morning to find today today. yay. then u can officially call today, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u don't und nvm. i also dont really und myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...lemme sum today up in a few words lar. i'm tired gar mar...woke up at blardee 10 am today cos &lt;a href="http://kaidylmei.blogspot.com"&gt;mei&lt;/a&gt; wanna go shopping for stuffs for THAT mini-prom...it's only a class dinner, okay? and i had to wake up early. then pris came at 12 sth to look for HER stuffs. lol, so after looking at stuffs for perry and mei, i had to teman pris to look at her shoes. she nearly cried when she bought this 70 bucks shoes. but it's nice lar...i also like. i a bit kepala pusing after looking at only white shoes...i didn't even look at anything for myself...har! big sacrifice weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i went home. slept until it's time for my 6 o clock show, then bathe halfway thru 7 o clock's cos sara and peter wanna go movie. watched madagascar. lemme say this...ONLY GUYS will enjoy comedies and cartoons...hey, i like it, but i don't like like it. i like 'thinking' movies. dramas, as sara put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took taxi home and decided to go play pool. after a long time of not playing i'm beginning to suck terribly. lol. i can't hit from the edges. and my angle shots are totally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways then supper. then home. then online. then sleep lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr mid valley...yay! but at 10...aih...how much sleep can i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch mr and mrs smith!!! after this movie i think there won't be one i want to watch for a long, long time. might watch it here, or in ipoh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;reminder: call weai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i love nicole kidman. tom cruise has bad taste. in case u're wondering, this line has no reference whatsoever to the line above. i'm just making some really random comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want brad pitt and jennifer aniston to still be together. their kids will be gorgeous, u know...angelina jolie has dark hair [dunno if it's natural or not, but let's assume it is], therefore brad and jolie's kids won't be as gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love my digi cam. although it's not as slim as priscilla's. :(  &lt;br /&gt;now i think i wanna change my digi cam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now thinking of some nursery tunes. aiyor. gonna sleep already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111825944266333806?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uvYb7FYP0Fo/R1JWSXJEMYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cGBvnmOHGRE/S220/DSC00968.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9579501.post-111703752590299634</id><published>2005-05-25T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:12:12.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tak nak'!</title><content type='html'>i....am....speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you...but his mum sure freaked me out a bit. with the constant calls, smses......i'm not a messenger of god, and i'm not his saviour, so why me to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's sure he likes me. i'm not. in fact, i'm certain he's not. i think. son and mother both a bit dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he's throwing his life away. what has that got to do with me? i know i can help, but i tried. i don't think it's working, and i don't even remotely like him much. i'd like to not see him again, but with the mum he's got, i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you've got good intentions auntie, and i know you want me to help him. he listens to me, yes, but i don't think i can do much. i don't think i even want to. i'm quite pissed off at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just because i can't say 'no', i'm going to try. i should really learn how to say 'no' for my own sake. god. farn kau sei yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111703752590299634?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111703752590299634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111703752590299634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9579501/posts/default/111703752590299634'/><link 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morn. nescafe worked on me yest...and i'm supposedly a coffee drinker...lol. it comes and goes...the effect. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hmm, i made up by sleeping for 3 hours or so this afternoon. and for 1 hour just now. lol. which explains why i'm not sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;law 1 was so hard. i know i don't deserve good grades, not when i studied for the paper only the day before. but it is so weird, the questions. not straightforward, pretty twisted...and i usually study chapters i like and i'm always lucky in getting the questions i want in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no exception to this time...but the questions really killed me. thank god equity and delegated legislation came out. i know i missed 1 or 2 points in each question, but at least i know what to write lol. but i can't write like ping...she can write for 2 and a half pages for each question. me? maximum 2 pages. lol...which means a lot of marks lost. i dunno where they get the time to write from...i definitely don't have enough. anyways the 3rd question killed the paper lol, so no use debating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's so tired now...was at least. was so mentally tired that i had to sleep even though i just slept. wanna let it rest for awhile...so i'll study tmr =) rest today. anyways if i don't have pressure i can't study. i'll study tmr, no worries :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9579501-111696447091976925?l=suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suann-is-depressed.blogspot.com/feeds/111696447091976925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9579501&amp;postID=111696447091976925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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