<?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-3771517079349010387</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:49:35.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kylie tee's dossier</title><subtitle type='html'>*hearts* gniy nuj wol, without wax.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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lesser updates , shorter posts, rarely any pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's a sign!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you saw this coming, you've guessed it -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss-eilyk is closing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care people, spread the love and to all avid bloggers out there, keep your flags high. i'll come back again someday, a better blogger. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7791723563347723758?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7791723563347723758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7791723563347723758' title='0 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/&gt;the self-proclaimed graphic designer is back to action!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5132132765289363777?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5132132765289363777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5132132765289363777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5132132765289363777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5132132765289363777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/03/hm-i-need-to-change-my-blogs-layout.html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5kDiabVU6I/AAAAAAAADJs/PjKnv6ZDRlI/s1600-h/P3110880.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got an A1 for 1119...? no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you wenthong for the beautiful quote in mandarin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6592640232275125547?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6592640232275125547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6592640232275125547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1107707383840878465</id><published>2010-03-08T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:39:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction.</title><content type='html'>hiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really isnt me to abandon something which i used to enjoy doing everyday - blogging. it was almost an obligation to update on every events possible, and that was way back then. the me right now has no time for blogs, totally sleep deprived, developed some calf muscles from standing 8 hours everyday, and hasnt read the newspapers for ages in which i wouldve missed out on spm result day if my parents arent aware of current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. let's just see what the future decides for me on thursday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the thing: like it or not, straight ace plusses or not, it will be our final outing together as SBUians on thursday.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so, pavilion, alice in wonderland, redbox.&lt;/span&gt; everyone is invited. it'll be the usual, to put it vehemently, -cue dramatic effects- &lt;strong&gt;the last time we're doing the usual&lt;/strong&gt;, unless you've got some better suggestions, cbox you go. and this time, the organiser is loaded with credit, no worries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i dont owe my blog pictures anymore! only the finest - when i mean finest it's pictures i look good in - were selected. i must look decent in my own blog right? so... cny was alright. i dont really look forward to the money contained in angpaus anymore because our parents too, fork out money to distribute angpaus to relatives and they'll usually return the exact amount that were given to us. but my kiasu parents usually return a higher favour. you tell me, where's the money earn? i now understand why grown ups are not even fond of cny and the thought of getting red packets itself. yup yup, 17 going 18 and much wiser. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i enjoy spending cny with the penangites rather than cousins in muar. those in muar arh.... cry cry cry. i'm the eldest you see. and can you believe this: my dad asked me to MOP the bungalow on cny's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har. of course i didnt. my uncle brought his maid what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no poker this year. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ bukit tinggi with the kiasuuu penangites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTJ9YwPnI/AAAAAAAADI8/jDq57SzPT8M/s1600-h/DSCN0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280386192621170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTJ9YwPnI/AAAAAAAADI8/jDq57SzPT8M/s400/DSCN0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's arthon and annette whom i only meet once a year. love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283514422865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UWAC89rkI/AAAAAAAADJM/S8eF60-gRSg/s400/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;that'll be ah li, ah bi, ah mi and ah di. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283527173739346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UWAydAk1I/AAAAAAAADJU/4CriEmDXkPc/s400/P2161077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTKJWKh0I/AAAAAAAADJE/aY10fjwyJOw/s1600-h/DSCN0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280389402986306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTKJWKh0I/AAAAAAAADJE/aY10fjwyJOw/s400/DSCN0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small boy andrei who used to be very cute. i dont like boys at his age, they tend to lose their chubbiness we used to adore and become very very grumpy. eeeeee~ growing up, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTJUAn6EI/AAAAAAAADI0/T_6WZF7zzSc/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280375085557826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTJUAn6EI/AAAAAAAADI0/T_6WZF7zzSc/s400/DSCN0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah now you can see my sis's fractured arm.&lt;br /&gt;her popularity surged immediately in school because everyone thinks it's so cool to break a wrist while SKATEBOARDING. and mind you, it's the two wheel skateboard which my cous bro couldnt even balance himself for 5 seconds on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTIo2prEI/AAAAAAAADIs/Taq85VsHJpQ/s1600-h/DSCN0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280363501005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTIo2prEI/AAAAAAAADIs/Taq85VsHJpQ/s400/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTIa6k3NI/AAAAAAAADIk/5pJk-xqU7Q4/s1600-h/DSCN0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446280359759371474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UTIa6k3NI/AAAAAAAADIk/5pJk-xqU7Q4/s400/DSCN0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ kuala selangor's kelip-kelip area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's my popo. very very cool one indeed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283531037099314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5UWBA2GxTI/AAAAAAAADJc/rVVquysfeHk/s400/P2171139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best roti canai at raju's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ought to sleep now. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1107707383840878465?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1107707383840878465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6107146137011690702</id><published>2010-03-05T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:39:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to 'think' that i almost gave up on idol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5Ejn32tRAI/AAAAAAAADIc/ifRq75K0HFQ/s1600-h/Siobhan-Magnus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445172592382919682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5Ejn32tRAI/AAAAAAAADIc/ifRq75K0HFQ/s400/Siobhan-Magnus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm glad i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV0tDKjdyRA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV0tDKjdyRA&lt;/a&gt; magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've heard me, america :) vote for &lt;strong&gt;the funny little thing&lt;/strong&gt; please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it's the 11th. ha. ha. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6107146137011690702?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6107146137011690702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6107146137011690702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6107146137011690702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6107146137011690702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-think-that-i-almost-gave-up-on-idol.html' title='to &apos;think&apos; that i almost gave up on idol...'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S5Ejn32tRAI/AAAAAAAADIc/ifRq75K0HFQ/s72-c/Siobhan-Magnus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1132635022732909879</id><published>2010-03-04T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:25:05.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when they say 'two is better than one',</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: maybe i should take up a second wife in future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misleading titles... .________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1132635022732909879?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1132635022732909879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1132635022732909879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1132635022732909879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1132635022732909879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-they-say-two-is-better-than-one.html' title='when they say &apos;two is better than one&apos;,'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2965176725565902842</id><published>2010-02-26T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:03:35.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-righteous.</title><content type='html'>the mood to update on my cny celebration is still quite festive in mind but each time i open the &lt;em&gt;create new post&lt;/em&gt; page i'd leave within seconds because 1, blogger takes forever to upload the pictures and 2, i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so let's just wait till jy is kind enough to upload them for me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i need to keep my blog alive for the... 18 readers i have (WOW TRULY UNEXPECTED), i guess i'll tell you my favourite for AI season 9. yeah, i finally get to catch up with some tv programmes as it was also my off day. and i think i shouldnt give up on AI because daughtry archuleta mcphee and lambert werent crowned the american idols. they still are successfully better than david cooke taylor hicks (lousiest of all) kris allen and all the undeserving winners. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you sense volumes of bitterness here?&lt;/span&gt; the only commendable winner would be kelly clarkson, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, i like &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442531248510738754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S4fBVbJyIUI/AAAAAAAADIU/EikQQgsVEY0/s400/inter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siobhan magnus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's very awkward. dark. mystifying. not very pretty in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;but she totally blew me away when she began hitting the high notes. that stevie wonder performance, she reminds me totally of adam lambert!&lt;br /&gt;i have a slight hunch that she wouldnt make it very far because simon indirectly labelled her as strange. americans probably single out strange people like her. however so, i see supporters on youtube! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the guys.... imagine my horror when i saw ALEX LAMBERT. .____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be continued. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2965176725565902842?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2965176725565902842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2965176725565902842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2965176725565902842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2965176725565902842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-righteous.html' title='self-righteous.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S4fBVbJyIUI/AAAAAAAADIU/EikQQgsVEY0/s72-c/inter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-219690451608879638</id><published>2010-02-15T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:59:06.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiv to 16th feb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 years old we are, happy anni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-219690451608879638?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-816344476484475770</id><published>2010-02-13T10:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:53:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so happy.</title><content type='html'>this cny will be an unusual one for us. little abi &lt;em&gt;fractured&lt;/em&gt; her wrist while skateboarding down a slope (perasan expert). it's the admitted to hospital for two days, a surgery and 6 weeks of bandage kind of mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and horrrrrr i just found out that my &lt;strong&gt;FAVOURITE NEW SHIRT&lt;/strong&gt; for cny is mistakenly dyed in the process of washing. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wish everyone out there a happier cny than i am experiencing at the moment. =( i might be happier should you vote for my little survey at the top right corner &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; jy, happy birthday and youknowwhatelse on the 16th. ilu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, leaving to muar then penang. once again, happy cny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-816344476484475770?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/816344476484475770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=816344476484475770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/816344476484475770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/816344476484475770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-so-happy.html' title='not so happy.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-195610175215616644</id><published>2010-02-09T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:53:17.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry at 2am.</title><content type='html'>sis: i want salmon sushi...&lt;br /&gt;me: unagi...........................!&lt;br /&gt;sis: your tongue looks like salmon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repulsiveeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kris allen came to malaysia... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and was thrown back to the states... kidding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHEN IS ADAM LAMBERT COMING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the fact that cny, valentine's, someone's birthday and someone's anniversary fall on the same week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. sedihh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-195610175215616644?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3258229395682231878</id><published>2010-02-07T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:48:14.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"do you do this full time?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"we're wondering how can you be so enthusiastic. you're the first happy person we've met since we landed!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL people are all sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"apparently!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about BRUNEI's people? are they ohsojolly too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"maybe it's just the two of us... HAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before they leave the shop, si husband threw a careful look at annie, who was evidently dejected over godknowswhat. very very gloomy she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you see what i mean?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ROFLMFAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love happy people, because we click. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3258229395682231878?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3258229395682231878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3258229395682231878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3258229395682231878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3258229395682231878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-do-this-part-time-no.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2283606575737597909</id><published>2010-02-04T11:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:35:55.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teddy's dream, you're my money pot.</title><content type='html'>i think it's no secret that my hair is now short and straight. you may check it out from facebook because blogger's taking a long time to upload pics! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave to work, here's a riddle which annie had me thinking into oblivion. the worse of all, she has no answer to it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bisu, pekak and buta are great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bisu: dumb&lt;br /&gt;pekak: deaf&lt;br /&gt;buta: blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once bisu caught pekak stealing buta's money. bisu was determined to unveil the truth to buta. but how is it possible for him to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is another one with answer. the smarty pant gets to spam my cbox! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maria is david's mother.&lt;br /&gt;maria is the ______ of david's mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nut-cracking! i wonder if this was annie's strategy to distract me from chasing after potential customers. HAHA, kidding kidding. i'll tell you more bout work once joey sends me the piccas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop your answers to the riddle in my cbox. =) &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/3771517079349010387-2283606575737597909?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2283606575737597909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2283606575737597909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2283606575737597909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2283606575737597909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/02/teddys-dream-youre-my-pot-of-money.html' title='teddy&apos;s dream, you&apos;re my money pot.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2914574747196315146</id><published>2010-01-29T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:47:27.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S2JKZOVQyOI/AAAAAAAADH4/0c5L_ukLdxI/s1600-h/fireflies-owl-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431985897766701282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S2JKZOVQyOI/AAAAAAAADH4/0c5L_ukLdxI/s400/fireflies-owl-city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom adores owl city too wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I TAGGGGG HIM FIRSTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2914574747196315146?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2914574747196315146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2914574747196315146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2914574747196315146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2914574747196315146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mom-adores-owl-city-too-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S2JKZOVQyOI/AAAAAAAADH4/0c5L_ukLdxI/s72-c/fireflies-owl-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2379597686778450962</id><published>2010-01-25T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:52:04.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my driving instructor</title><content type='html'>has three frequently used words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CLUTCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGNAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesssss giving signals is like my biggest problem so far and i change lanes the moment i put on one, in which they'll fail me as "menukar laluan secara mendadak". =S i cannot be complimented too because once he said my tiga penjuru was &lt;strong&gt;"SMART"&lt;/strong&gt; then i tried for the second time and failed miserably because i was too flattered by the previous comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430515327746939810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S10Q6yGrm6I/AAAAAAAADHw/faHPxvuCMfU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instructor is spontaneously funny to the point where i actually hit one of the cones for a short guffaw. it all started when he yawned watching me balancing and feeling the clutch by driving the way i depicted in the picture above. he then beckoned me to stop. i thought i did a mistake. but no i was perfect he said, he just wanted to take something out from the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blinked as he retrieved&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; a parang&lt;/span&gt; from the backseat =.= i was like, sei lor, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"takpe, continue lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he was cutting down a cane tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"nak tebu? sedap!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O then boom i knocked down a cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, his friend said &lt;em&gt;"waaaa, pelajar awak orang JEPUN ke?"&lt;/em&gt; he then swiftly glanced my way and went "ALIGATO!" -beaming-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instructor's also obsessed with siti nurhaliza i think. because whenever we pass by her cinderella mansion, he'll go like&lt;em&gt; "kamu rasa siti tu dah belajar memandu ke? saya boleh ajar dia tau..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was also an army. he quitted because he's been waiting for a war for way too long X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough bout him, i really am not obsessed. i think i'm just very thankful that i didnt get one who sweet talks chinese girls/gatal/meraba2. yeahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be able to communicate well with people but not with drivers. i missed a "u" turn for being too cowardly HAHA. in short, i'm a big time coward on road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look on the brighter side, i drove from bkt antarabangsa to setapak during my third lesson without killing a soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by february, i'll be on the road. &lt;strong&gt;vroooom! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2379597686778450962?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2379597686778450962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2379597686778450962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2379597686778450962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2379597686778450962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-driving-instructor.html' title='my driving instructor'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S10Q6yGrm6I/AAAAAAAADHw/faHPxvuCMfU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2335118070966197614</id><published>2010-01-17T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:15:16.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy lights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valentine's and cny fall on the same dayyyyyyy~ wooooooo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR.GOING.SHORT.PRECISELY.A.BOB.CUT.DURING.CNY!&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter if the haircut turns tragic, i dont have a school to attend&lt;em&gt; tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeel like i've lost contact with people around me.&lt;br /&gt;if, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just an assumption would you please&lt;/span&gt;, if this blog goes down one day i guess no one i knew in the past will ever remember me anymore =S i'll keep this blog however so, just to shout out my existence to the world. bloggers are attention seeker mah. and what's facebook for honestly? hitting people around with idiotic pillows? doesnt even serve its purpose anymore, heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, im having this mammoth ulcer right on the "time of the month" so i do feel rather bitter at the moment. everyone's moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess it's time i do too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid ulcer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2335118070966197614?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2335118070966197614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2335118070966197614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2335118070966197614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2335118070966197614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuzzy-lights.html' title='fuzzy lights.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2124737936383056983</id><published>2010-01-15T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:32:24.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phase 1.</title><content type='html'>the sudden hiatus huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no, not college.&lt;br /&gt;not NS either, cause if that’s the case it means I broke my leg and thus sent home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spm leavers like me only have four options. College, NS, work, wither at home. i wanted option number four, i really did. sleeping at 2am and waking up after a deeeep, long 12 hours slumber, it was deemed the perfect life until march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I slept, slept, and slept until I woke up one day feverish with swollen tonsils. I don’t know lah, I didn’t have much social contact for the past few weeks yet h1n1-like symptoms surfaced. and it seems like they are not going anywhere. the viruses are so lethal that even spirulina, codeine and steroids proved inferior. two weeks already. epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I’m coughing like a donkey’s bray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SORRRYYY, gone wayyyy out of topic. yeah, I’m working dude because I cannot stand lying listlessly on the couch watching television EVERYDAY. i was out of options due to the transport problem, thus inevitably became a sales assistant (keyword: GIFTS). don’t laugh at me lah. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth to be told, I expected chairs. you think sales assistant/promoter very senang goyang kaki ah? likeeeeeeee oh my godddddd chairs seem to be non-existent over there, more of EXTINCT. so when my leg screamed to be bent, i would peek at the beckoning chairs accommodated outside the shop. the grass out there is always greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by night, i was almost sure it’s osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking forward because we actually have this individual sales + commission thing if you reach the target set. i know, kiasuism in the air all over again! but this time round it’s not about scoring 100 for add maths, the stakes are higher as you age. CASH MANIAAAAAA, BABY. The only consolation I get for having to stand 8 hours is topping the sales’ list =] i’m quite good in coaxing customerssssssss to purchase goodssssss, eleh banggaaaaaaaa pulakkkkkkkkkkkkkk tuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning shift for the first time. I discovered the way I have been mopping floors all this while is totally wrong. (HAHA, like this brat in me would actually mop her own floor at home) I didn’t feel the fatigue much but I dozed off watching boys over flowers, I mean HOW COULD I HAVE LET THE FOUR HEARTTHROB DOWN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I mistaken the director who technically owns the franchise throughout Malaysia and Indonesia as a customer. big deal. He sternly asked a senior staff why am I not in my uniform. ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie boss eventually handed me my uniform! FINALLY! because I was wearing the last white tee I have after hours of ransacking the wardrobe. hehehehe, it’s just a normal maroon polo tee but I am contented with a body fitting one. auntie boss said M suits me better wor, though S fitted me just flawlessly. eitherway I don’t look too fat, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY’s&lt;br /&gt;MY OFF DAYYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt;. sleep deprived wei. how I missed waking up when half the day is already gone, having brunch at 4 and catching dicey business then boys over flowers on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above all, i still enjoy the work. what’s a little sleep deprived and fatigue compared to life experiences as a part of growing up, right? I agree, the realm of working is permanent as soon as we graduate from U. we’re bound to it for life, there’s no way out. but I really have nothing else better to do than this because college seems repulsive to me at the moment since I’m still in the &lt;em&gt;idontknowshityoustopasking&lt;/em&gt; state. from a zero-experience sales assistant’s point of view, no regrets totally!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2124737936383056983?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2124737936383056983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2124737936383056983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2124737936383056983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2124737936383056983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-phase.html' title='phase 1.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4772060856521787031</id><published>2010-01-08T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:54:44.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embracing change.</title><content type='html'>anyone working at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;i'll start mine on monday at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KLCC :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you when i see you? damn you dharrrrrr for getting &lt;strong&gt;topshop&lt;/strong&gt; T___T&lt;br /&gt;i'll be at.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait, i dont want you to find me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;care to join me at edu fair on sat/sun?&lt;br /&gt;parents want me to find out more about UEM. we'll make it an educational outing HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4772060856521787031?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4772060856521787031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4772060856521787031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4772060856521787031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4772060856521787031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/embracing-change.html' title='embracing change.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1214230277719700704</id><published>2010-01-06T18:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:51:50.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if V for Vendetta, L's for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i thought this post was published until i checked my drafts)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six tormenting hours of battling with my eyelids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt mind if it's about gears clutch accelerators windshields or conveyer belts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but that first lecturer is such a &lt;strong&gt;pervert&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; being perverted itself is rancid enough, but at the age of 71 i think it's a total disgrace. i was tooooo startled to even fall asleep as he was mocking almost everyone in the room. i see everyone was rolling their eyes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, choosing cars are like choosing women, we will know if they're a "ANAK DARA" or "JANDA" by knowing their components. then he asked a married guy whether he can differentiate an "ANAK DARA" from a "JANDA". obviously married guy obeyed. he then began his mockery at this other instructor whom he playfully added a JANDA at the back of his name because that instructor has all "JANDA" students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, total moron with a big capital L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my instructor rocks :) he listens to music at the volume of 55. and you know what he listens to? orchestra version of "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS"! HAHAHA, SO ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look at the bright sideeeee... i currently hold a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423577820523742050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0RrStwBQ2I/AAAAAAAADHo/YgcWy6B_9OQ/s400/lesen+L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L LICENSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHA~ don't mix up&lt;em&gt; the other capital L&lt;/em&gt; with this prestigious L license :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vrooom vrooom vrooooom! i think i can start providing transport to SBU from bkt antarabangsa once i get my P since this area is so bloody secluded you can't even seek for public transport anywhere. sheng rei &amp;amp; sheng juen, up for a ride? -winks winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh wait... i dont have a car. &lt;strong&gt;busted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1214230277719700704?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1214230277719700704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1214230277719700704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1214230277719700704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1214230277719700704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-v-for-vendetta-ls-for.html' title='if V for Vendetta, L&apos;s for'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0RrStwBQ2I/AAAAAAAADHo/YgcWy6B_9OQ/s72-c/lesen+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1593591847838872635</id><published>2010-01-04T22:35:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:25:25.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beach time!</title><content type='html'>a day trip to pangkor on saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LH80z7eNI/AAAAAAAADHg/0gfTnz-Ak7E/s1600-h/a_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116749090027730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LH80z7eNI/AAAAAAAADHg/0gfTnz-Ak7E/s400/a_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hair all tangled up in a chaotic manner and boy was the sun scorching hot! my eyes are not &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this small&lt;/span&gt;, i was forced to squint okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115273288694210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGm7BeOcI/AAAAAAAADGo/bHJCodQ-Vmg/s400/a_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and it wasnt easy to capture this picture either! hehehee~ MALAYSIA BOLEHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116033576880002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LHTLUTR4I/AAAAAAAADHI/13utjkM5J7Q/s400/a_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cousin sis and i (with bigger eyes now yay)&lt;br /&gt;she's the reason we're there. supposedly to lumut only but since pangkor's a ferry away, we made a short excursion there to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumut is so not ULU as expected. the facilities there are &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;state-of-the-art and i loveee all the arts and crafts shops :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115783062866882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LHEmFGy8I/AAAAAAAADG4/AXVD57EE7F8/s400/a_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the ferryy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE BEACH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LHvyvk6II/AAAAAAAADHY/-jYnKxKMoXg/s1600-h/a_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116525196601474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LHvyvk6II/AAAAAAAADHY/-jYnKxKMoXg/s400/a_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423114949534539506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGUE8d3vI/AAAAAAAADGQ/5Xy1GKTFhZE/s400/a_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115950645153970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LHOWX1kLI/AAAAAAAADHA/GMyT2RsHHTY/s400/a_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: neh, see this? it's an oyster!&lt;br /&gt;us: -backs away-&lt;br /&gt;dad: -SLURPS-&lt;br /&gt;us: -runs-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE ATEEEE THE OYSTERRRR&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt; ON THE SPOTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGravUpcI/AAAAAAAADGw/pXIJ7hSYHjU/s1600-h/a_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115350521980354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGravUpcI/AAAAAAAADGw/pXIJ7hSYHjU/s400/a_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;talk about hours and hours of frolicking in the ocean as far as the eyes can see, purely amazing! then the inevitable happened - sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGgUvduoI/AAAAAAAADGg/c41yJ8I4Mo8/s1600-h/a_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115159933401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGgUvduoI/AAAAAAAADGg/c41yJ8I4Mo8/s400/a_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some finishing touches..... and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGZtUf2WI/AAAAAAAADGY/FL1S89Pb9to/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423115046272096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LGZtUf2WI/AAAAAAAADGY/FL1S89Pb9to/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOILA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not easy to cover up his belly i tell you, it was almost an impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423116311469354418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LHjWjB7bI/AAAAAAAADHQ/t7vP0OTlAQQ/s400/a_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small fart. well, bapa borek anak rintik right? XD too bad his other ANAK here is wise enough not to follow his footsteps because with sand comes godknowswhat dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always hated the beach for..... the tsunami, the sunburn (though it's not really the beach's fault but), the salt, the crabs, the mistaken plastic bags as jellyfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like pangkor's a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the YSD level 3 assessment was literally hell it turned into a deplorable tragic. nuff said. i've learnt much, thank you for the vast experience YSD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hourssssss tomorrowwwwwwww of clutch brakes gears accelerators seatbelts...... will be continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1593591847838872635?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1593591847838872635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1593591847838872635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1593591847838872635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1593591847838872635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-beach-time.html' title='it&apos;s beach time!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/S0LH80z7eNI/AAAAAAAADHg/0gfTnz-Ak7E/s72-c/a_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6878157238056013907</id><published>2010-01-01T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:42:16.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010110 (no, it's not a binary code)</title><content type='html'>wow, it's my 300th post on a new year's day. double joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's a little walk down memory lane in accordance to laine's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421731990661095746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sz3chRq54UI/AAAAAAAADGA/Ut8sThW3IXg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quality's awful because i used paint. sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, i'll certainly miss those moments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout to my dearest aly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please fight for your vegetarian rights during NS okay? get someone gutsy and courageous like me to demand for your meals. DO NOT STARVE AND SAY IT'S OKAY TO HAVE BREAD FOR DINNER, IT'S NOT OKAY. you'll need to KAWAD and you need all the proteins you can get. if you can't bear it anymore, break a leg. i mean literally! miss you and take good care, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolutions... ah, screw em. all i want for the new year is straight A+ in spm and to secure a JPA scholarship to UK :) that's all will do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lumut&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. i've been going to very odd places recently, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6878157238056013907?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6878157238056013907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6878157238056013907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6878157238056013907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6878157238056013907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2010/01/010110-no-its-not-binary-code.html' title='010110 (no, it&apos;s not a binary code)'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sz3chRq54UI/AAAAAAAADGA/Ut8sThW3IXg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6976187204068796736</id><published>2009-12-31T20:28:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:10:15.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is the beginning.</title><content type='html'>in a matter of few hours, the year will be drawing to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's my last post for 2009! or dramatically even, the last post of my old mundane life before i inch forward to a new chapter! (i hope the seniors are &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; about college being interesting, they better be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least before 2010, i have watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421400472635786210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzyvAYyXQ-I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZYEwY2MV0aM/s400/neytiri03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AVATAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;two thumbs with two toes up for this movie! i urge you to add "WATCH AVATAR" into your new year's resolution if you have yet to watch it :D i couldnt stop laughing at how the Na'vis pronounced jakeSULLY. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;like so SOLLY, JAKE, we cant even pronounce SULLY properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and i cried like a baby too at scenes where the forest was destroyed mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY thinks that james cameron has a special liking for names with the inital J. the main actor for titanic was "JACK" and now avatar it's "JAKE" &lt;em&gt;so next it'll be "JUNYING"?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NU-UH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LJY says:&lt;br /&gt;neytiri should have a baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;`` kye li says:&lt;br /&gt;if they add the baby scene it'll be over budget.&lt;br /&gt;LJY says:&lt;br /&gt;really cute one lorr&lt;br /&gt;`` kye li says:&lt;br /&gt;the movie will be VERY DAMN LONG too&lt;br /&gt;LJY says:&lt;br /&gt;stupiak&lt;br /&gt;just put at the end she is pregnant&lt;br /&gt;`` kye li says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF YOU ADD BABY&lt;br /&gt;LJY says:&lt;br /&gt;and a smiling baby that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;above all, i think &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; offered some pretty amazing movies. i rarely have any "favourite" movie but this year itself i have two! 2012 and avatar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too is when i bid farewell to great friends i've known for four/five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is when i officially break free from school rules and pinafores. stupid hair ribbons no more. (i reallyyyyyyy loath that rule, no offence however)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the ultimate transition as said before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the year i have skipped school most, not that i'm very proud of the record. sheng rei and sheng juen, dont kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is when i finally see the light within pn juliana's teaching and i think she's got great taste in fashion. well she has always been the best dressed teacher but it's only this year that i came to realise it better. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the utmost stressful year of all but undoubtedly the best of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is when i finally decided what i want to do in life or with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is when i got a bronze medal during volleyball tournament too! oh how i'll miss the sport! those tsun jin girls! T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is also when AFZAN AND I kickassed during the RCG tournament. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE GOLD MEDALLISTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cooke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s year, but certainly am proud to be the AJK BOARD with a BEST BOARD AWARD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not the year for me to boast about my KOKO achievements. disappointments surely did arise but i accepted fate as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is also the year people start calling me fat. but my weight remained constant leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is SUI (bad luck) for us monkey batch. A+ and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the year MJ RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gave me volumes of pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless already leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say it's a ROCKING year for sure, but it is indeed a notable one. SPM year mah, who'd ever forget those excruciating weeks of examination. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2009, you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make my new year's resolutions tomorrow. it'll be the usual; lose weight, straight A+, to be a JPA scholar, stocking wardrobe, bla bla bla, you know. i'll try to come up with matured and realistic goals. not resolutions that i've been making for years and never executed. (&lt;em&gt;ESPECIALLY TO LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 2010 ONCE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6976187204068796736?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6976187204068796736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6976187204068796736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6976187204068796736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6976187204068796736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-is-beginning.html' title='the end is the beginning.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzyvAYyXQ-I/AAAAAAAADF4/ZYEwY2MV0aM/s72-c/neytiri03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8842398991549515149</id><published>2009-12-30T20:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:15:08.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm making new year resolutions tomorrow, just for the fun of it. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think for the new year, low cut jeans shouldnt be in guy's fashion list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was bending forward to unveil his undie the colour of vomit, not that it has BOSS or CALVIN KLEIN proudly stitched anyway. the mortifying view was merely centimetres away from my eyes as i sat facing it. (i had no choice) MY GOODNESS, how could someone, especially A GUY, wear jeans by belting it at the largest diameter of their backside so despicably until the part of jeans made to cover the guy's bottom actually draped over the thighs? why must guys wear pants like that? what is there to SHOW? your backside is where you defaecate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stand by my point further, i dont wear low cut jeans too, if i could help it. (OKAY FINE, BECAUSE OF THE FATS BUT STILL) and i'd appreciate it if guys cover their bottoms decently. even taylor lautner had his pants on in &lt;em&gt;new moon&lt;/em&gt;, right? and he still has fangirls like me squealing over him, right right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...... you can still wear your low cut jeans, boys, it's okay. just dont let me catch any calvin klein or boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD. i missed the outing of the year! i didnt get to meet MENG, DAN and SHANE before they head off to their NS camps! T_____T meng, i hope to see a taller you after three months okay? dan, yeah as laine said, wash your own clothes with &lt;em&gt;soap in soft water&lt;/em&gt;. shane, buff up! hana, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND I'LL BE WAITING FOR SEAN HAYES TOO! i wonder if aly or kim are going for theirs, i'd be so worried for them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope they read my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;双喜临门! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8842398991549515149?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8842398991549515149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8842398991549515149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8842398991549515149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8842398991549515149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-undang-test-i-didnt-get-50.html' title='2010, rawr.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6364698328995727248</id><published>2009-12-26T20:53:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:07:14.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009's curtain call!</title><content type='html'>jy's so obsessed with the movie 'secret' that everything he wants to say he'll add a "i'm gonna tell you a secret now..." &lt;strong&gt;ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my third time watching it and i still love the twisted plot very much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think local music is not bad. try bunkface's&lt;em&gt; through my window&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;prom queen&lt;/em&gt;. they're not like any other wannabee bands cause even my mom couldnt tell they were actually malaysian singers when she first heard &lt;em&gt;prom queen&lt;/em&gt; on radio. i first thought it was a song by greenday......... hats off to bunkface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some overdue piccas from my camera. some shots are quite impressive. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;@ kelantan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYltnD9qZI/AAAAAAAADFw/wen2rbxGBak/s1600-h/a_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560667096918418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYltnD9qZI/AAAAAAAADFw/wen2rbxGBak/s400/a_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is actually a mosque for muslims yet the design resembles a chinese temple very much. even the choice of colour is chinese's auspicious red. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlirSl1JI/AAAAAAAADFg/viQYxDmtYdM/s1600-h/a_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560479253451922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlirSl1JI/AAAAAAAADFg/viQYxDmtYdM/s400/a_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pantai cahaya bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560048336136818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlJl_5anI/AAAAAAAADFA/KTI0hJ6py-U/s400/a_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;swimming was a nono, look at the strong waves. abi was disappointed (she had her costume on already HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlfV-yxcI/AAAAAAAADFY/gkoI6jCPhvI/s1600-h/a_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560421993661890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlfV-yxcI/AAAAAAAADFY/gkoI6jCPhvI/s400/a_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i wasnt kidding about the longest buddha, yes, in kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlcVWmzGI/AAAAAAAADFQ/3Bz8H6In2TU/s1600-h/a_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560370285497442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlcVWmzGI/AAAAAAAADFQ/3Bz8H6In2TU/s400/a_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559934009669634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlC8GV-AI/AAAAAAAADEw/EbxFQ5BigzQ/s400/a_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at some dragon temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559519081304610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkqyXtkiI/AAAAAAAADD4/m5OQwO3lGwE/s400/a_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlVi2GnMI/AAAAAAAADFI/600-c_q3sNY/s1600-h/a_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560253648182466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlVi2GnMI/AAAAAAAADFI/600-c_q3sNY/s400/a_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coudnt stop taking pics of the dragon. haha. i have a knack for photography :D notice the glint at the dragon's fangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559034764898546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkOmJrsPI/AAAAAAAADDA/dqNO9CALg9Q/s400/a_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559577488838290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkuL9JzpI/AAAAAAAADEA/MOsgtX8ISMU/s400/a_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;buddha monuments with various meditating gestures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559281072789698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkc7uD2MI/AAAAAAAADDg/rSh5Gj2H0uM/s400/a_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she's got a long tongue man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYk5Q_siaI/AAAAAAAADEg/32CXKkdJXjU/s1600-h/a_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559767820241314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYk5Q_siaI/AAAAAAAADEg/32CXKkdJXjU/s400/a_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;@ muar during grandma's bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYk2pWqiwI/AAAAAAAADEY/My5Nmlk0D_Q/s1600-h/a_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559722819422978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYk2pWqiwI/AAAAAAAADEY/My5Nmlk0D_Q/s400/a_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559811405724722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYk7zXSPDI/AAAAAAAADEo/ULkyNEjK0k0/s400/a_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera shy my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559148594613250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkVOMzTAI/AAAAAAAADDQ/bg58ngZOmQM/s400/a_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;everyone said my cousin BROTHER looks like ME when i was a baby. i looked like a BOY when i was supposed to be at my chubbiest! T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cue to FAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some random pictures taken throughout the year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkz6fVg_I/AAAAAAAADEQ/nqI_VlUbLYM/s1600-h/a_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkw4skKyI/AAAAAAAADEI/aFtMIL0P5_A/s1600-h/a_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559623858596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkw4skKyI/AAAAAAAADEI/aFtMIL0P5_A/s400/a_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559995003871234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlGfUfoAI/AAAAAAAADE4/oBLpRR5cGGg/s400/a_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkihFgQfI/AAAAAAAADDw/AXatWgzjPG4/s1600-h/a_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559377002578418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkihFgQfI/AAAAAAAADDw/AXatWgzjPG4/s400/a_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; garfield, i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkf2y3nfI/AAAAAAAADDo/zgMTl37QQdc/s1600-h/a_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559331290390002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkf2y3nfI/AAAAAAAADDo/zgMTl37QQdc/s400/a_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkZk9ITmI/AAAAAAAADDY/M1jDxKhK4-g/s1600-h/a_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559223422373474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkZk9ITmI/AAAAAAAADDY/M1jDxKhK4-g/s400/a_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkR-8V6nI/AAAAAAAADDI/BI9jdfrWZwI/s1600-h/a_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419559092959439474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkR-8V6nI/AAAAAAAADDI/BI9jdfrWZwI/s400/a_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419560609773622082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYlqRhBk0I/AAAAAAAADFo/Jp9wol3zaI8/s400/a_023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkK666WPI/AAAAAAAADC4/Z_X3AYULjv0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419558971620612338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYkK666WPI/AAAAAAAADC4/Z_X3AYULjv0/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to my buddies. missing y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6364698328995727248?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6364698328995727248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6364698328995727248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6364698328995727248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6364698328995727248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009s-curtain-call.html' title='2009&apos;s curtain call!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzYltnD9qZI/AAAAAAAADFw/wen2rbxGBak/s72-c/a_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8562384088045216417</id><published>2009-12-26T14:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:52:52.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmasickness.</title><content type='html'>it was a memorable one and will forever be etched in my mind since my sister fell sick after the tongyuen festival (tongyuen intolerance/poisoning we suspect) and still on bed listless at the moment. therefore pangkor plan had to be cancelled because my sister will never survive the car trip. it's been four days, santa, havent you heard her wish yet? &lt;strong&gt;grant the poor rascal full recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to instil the christmas aura within my family. after humming some christmas carols and hinting for christmas gifts, it worked! though we're not christians but i earnestly believe that ANYONE can celebrate christmas! it's a universal festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419479245658505554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXbqQkTwVI/AAAAAAAADCI/EuRkoh6IiFg/s400/GetAttachhment.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunway piramid's magnificently adorned with bright ornaments! but i somehow have to agree that christmas in KL only exists in shopping malls, no? i didnt even have turkey meat with cranberry sauce; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;steph, what happened to your annual christmas party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419479405534765858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXbzkJx4yI/AAAAAAAADCQ/3M08aIWSSnY/s400/GetAttachmenht.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;with cousins &amp;amp; sister @ nite park. (i forgot to rotate the picture hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my sis was as sick as a i dunno what, but she insisted of going out. and my dad had to piggyback her (weighs like 25kg now) as we walked around sunway piramid. grandparents arrived from muar too (it just happened to coincide with christmas!) and joined us. sunway piramid has some great stuff at VERY reasonable prices but i didnt get to buy much since... the situation just wasnt 'right'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's okay, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s comingggggggggggggg and im so looking forward to it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419479575275501410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXb9cfH92I/AAAAAAAADCY/HBSaK9vJiU8/s400/GetAttachment.aspx2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;here's the sick kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we placed a plastic bag at the seat's handle to prepare for any purging. the last time it happened, my entire leg which was strategically placed smelled of infant's vomit. as a concerned sister (about her own leg haha), it was my duty to role play the possibility of such occurrence again. technically i showed her how to vomit at the right place lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my sister DAMN zha dou. she took off her christmas hat and showed me this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419479635814514930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXcA-AwAPI/AAAAAAAADCg/aadrrFdRC1s/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"isnt this faster?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419479689089794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXcEEekQJI/AAAAAAAADCo/LOOD4fQQuzY/s400/GetAttachme%27nt.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;finally a not-so-nice camwhore picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;i got the bag i've been longing for as my 'christmas gift'! first was a christmas bag, then soon i'll slowly progress to a new year purse, cny rebonding hair, spm nokia n97, birthday car..... you get the drift? haha. im just kidding i'm not getting a car unfortunately and ill be forking out my own money for the phone T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419479735183294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXcGwMHP4I/AAAAAAAADCw/OsjN6Axqt7Y/s400/GetAttachmkent.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my dad was laughing at drivers with their christmas hats on. &lt;em&gt;SAMPAT BETUL&lt;/em&gt;. but this one lady wore a headband carrying a christmas tree on her head. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this exquisite teochew porridge for supper! the taste was as good as its price haha! nevermind, christmas dinner, right? LOL i'm sorry if i'm overrating christmas by labelling it to everything. after all lore has it that christmas is not all about santa claus, reindeers and kissing under a mistletoe, right laine? (you can read it from laine's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hope you had a 'magnifique' christmas and to my sis, get well soon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8562384088045216417?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8562384088045216417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8562384088045216417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8562384088045216417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8562384088045216417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmasickness.html' title='christmasickness.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzXbqQkTwVI/AAAAAAAADCI/EuRkoh6IiFg/s72-c/GetAttachhment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7383392967315142440</id><published>2009-12-24T01:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:12:07.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they said i have a nice name, no?</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, people i met at YSD, most of them are NOT starting college until spm result is released. WOOHOO. left out no more! i dont wanna sit around and rot like an unwattered plant for three bloody months, instead i should be doing something useful. something with lucrative pay hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might stay in johor to help out my aunt as a preschool teacher. $$$$$&lt;br /&gt;she wants me for a week only but if possible for three months! $$$$&lt;br /&gt;i gotta learn driving though but $$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;driving means slashing the $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;working means $$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started watching the tivo again since my family doesn't celebrate christmas T___T and i'm doing nothing fruitful at the moment. who needs astro when ntv7 and 8tv are doing an extraordinary job with a plethora of new series. from the east to the west... they have it all! (i'm doing a good job too promoting local channels huh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAYS WE HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418487969107916130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzJWGXpntWI/AAAAAAAADB4/9yvr019aLaw/s400/pt_ghost_whisperer_flash_holder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(9.30-10.30)&lt;br /&gt;ghost whisperer season 4! and i think it's UP TO PAR with astro since they're currently previewing it too. HAH, TAKE THAT! jeniffer love HEWWWITTTT is smoking i swear i might've been lesbian. she has an epic smile. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10.30-11.30)&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl season 2. it's ending soon so...hurryyyy! well i'm at season 3 heheheh but i'll never get tired of watching blair and chuck chuck and blair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY WE HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418487963960010658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzJWGEeQ56I/AAAAAAAADBw/o1kiU1Qqo8s/s400/90210goesgreen_photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;90210 season 1 i think? aiyo, outdated so what. dont lansi your astro with me, sheesh. ethan ethan ethan!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dont care laine, &lt;strong&gt;ETHAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY WE HAVE &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418487975671343250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzJWGwGdqJI/AAAAAAAADCA/T9fnCTs3dGg/s400/bofost_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(8.30 to 10.30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYS OVER FLOWER OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOUR OF THEM ARE &lt;strong&gt;HEAVENLY GORGEOUS &lt;/strong&gt;i dont know which to pick! @@ (let me have my moment of syok sendiri) i used to assume they're so girly and flowery (title spells it all) BUT... NO! guys and girls, kylie recommends this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; and a few other cantonese and malaysian and singaporean (thumbs up) dramas. hmmm. that's what tv guides are for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah yes, GOOD LUCK TO ALL &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PMR CANDIDATES OF SBU&lt;/span&gt;! LET'S LIVE UP TO OUR NAME! BEAT OUR RIVALS YOU-KNOW-WHICH-SCHOOLS HAHAHAH! MAKE PUAN PENGETUA PROUD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dare not even think bout march 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheng juen, straight As and i'll send a hamper over to your house for christmas. HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis' the season pimples flourish, fralalalala, lalalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7383392967315142440?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7383392967315142440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7383392967315142440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7383392967315142440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7383392967315142440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-oh-random.html' title='they said i have a nice name, no?'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzJWGXpntWI/AAAAAAAADB4/9yvr019aLaw/s72-c/pt_ghost_whisperer_flash_holder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4058168895409743403</id><published>2009-12-23T17:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:45:24.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YSD interview.</title><content type='html'>people there were either a&lt;br /&gt;debator/public speaker/national champ/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOKOH NILAM &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEBANGSAAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: how many books you've read?&lt;br /&gt;tokoh: 500+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(HAH, same as you, ian!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me: -gulps- did you apply for the state's anugerah tokoh nilam then?&lt;br /&gt;tokoh: yep. and i am the tokoh nilam kebangsaan.&lt;br /&gt;me: -gulps gulps- as in, you're the only one in the entire malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;tokoh: yes...&lt;br /&gt;me: -gulps gulps gulps- WOW. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me: hey, i met the tokoh nilam kebangsaan!&lt;br /&gt;ian: i met eppda champs! everyone there got some national success. scary!&lt;br /&gt;me: mister, aren't you a national champ too? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ian teng's so annoying lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a small, tiny, microscopic fry there. haha. it's really pathetic to say that i take SCIENCE as my extra subject for spm you know? i think for the upcoming interviews i'll just go with the normal 10. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt complete my numerical test. i spent most of the time reciting the alphabets for the car plates' questions until i realised i should be listing out the alphabets instead. 24 questions in 20 minutes. &lt;em&gt;ian had 4 minutes to spare. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i didnt complete my verbal test. &lt;strong&gt;IAN DIDNT FINISH TOO YAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puan hanim was really sweet :) as sweet as the fruity ester-like smell in YSD's restroom and IT lab :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;puan hanim: heard of CSR?&lt;br /&gt;5 of us: -pulls a blank blank blank expression and gapes frantically at each other-&lt;br /&gt;puan hanim: corporate social responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;5 of us: -spastic-&lt;br /&gt;puan hanim: alright alright... let's just talk about... h1n1? :)&lt;br /&gt;me: are you gonna fail us? T___T&lt;br /&gt;puan hanim: NO NO NO, don't worryy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with a huge crowd after the group discussion. since i was in the first group, almost everyone bombarded me with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: she asked us about CS... something at first but we didnt know what was it. corporate something! wait let me recall.&lt;br /&gt;2 guys (big shots): corporate social responsibility you mean?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, so everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think i could only blink at that point. guys and their wide general knowledge, you see. girls like me (i mean no offence to other girls!) know things like ONE MALAYSIA... VISION 2020... PLKN... (i was half expecting the NKRA hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well thank goooooodnesss they werent in my group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all in all, i enjoyed the interview, mostly being fascinated at people's achievements. my self esteem certainly did not escalate much but i likeeee meeting new peeps, big farts to be precise! as for the scholarship, if it's mine, it's mine. fingers crossed, again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'M COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana, i love sean hayes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4058168895409743403?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4058168895409743403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4058168895409743403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4058168895409743403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4058168895409743403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/ysd-interview.html' title='YSD interview.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2196683142371961775</id><published>2009-12-21T18:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:02:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updated: n00bie, not a newbie.</title><content type='html'>YSD TOMORROW AHHHH SO NERVOUS!&lt;br /&gt;ian teng is not helping. he went for the first session today (tuesday). when asked, all i got was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tests were okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?!?!?!?!?! T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;haha, just cannot get enough of prom. more pictures. i'm stashing em here so when the next time my comp dies on me and requires an F button, i need not worry for i have a safety deposit box. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsifykKuI/AAAAAAAADBo/gkICN0wBtgE/s1600-h/15167_212253613322_612578322_3094515_5854784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418090429119998690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsifykKuI/AAAAAAAADBo/gkICN0wBtgE/s400/15167_212253613322_612578322_3094515_5854784_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry gaaya for messing your hair but hey, we won the... "shower game"! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsiGaH6II/AAAAAAAADBg/spfIxprIWIU/s1600-h/sdsd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418090422306596994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsiGaH6II/AAAAAAAADBg/spfIxprIWIU/s400/sdsd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; modest prom queen who allows friends to wear her crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsh2IVLXI/AAAAAAAADBY/ySVQhf6fvNs/s1600-h/11040_208806579260_786984260_3164216_1338248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418090417937001842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsh2IVLXI/AAAAAAAADBY/ySVQhf6fvNs/s400/11040_208806579260_786984260_3164216_1338248_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair has this slight tinge of discolourisation, do you see it? i think dying my hair's not that bad after all... but i'll have to wait. -grumbles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survived the 5 hours driving talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 2 hours were still good. hilarious. understandable.&lt;br /&gt;then the second speaker stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. kelantan accent. chewing words.&lt;br /&gt;i dengah sampaih nak mamphush, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i was meaning to keep my eyes open the entire talk but I REALLY COULDNT CATCH HIM!&lt;br /&gt;so i did the.... inevitable, i'd say. i napped, INEVITABLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;woke up when he showed us animations on possible accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a very slow learner.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt understand the function of a clutch?&lt;br /&gt;wait, the speaker did not even tell the function.&lt;strong&gt; i'm expected to know, great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i was the only few &lt;em&gt;girls &lt;/em&gt;to raise my hand up high when they asked "siapa belum pernah memandu?"&lt;br /&gt;some honest noob i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom wouldnt let me touch her antique &lt;strong&gt;manual &lt;/strong&gt;wira, saying it's so vulnerable. so fragile. so susceptible to 'wounds' from my 'touch of destruction'. aiyo. so what if i have a natural "slope" here lah (hehehe, plus point for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so noob i want to scream at myself X.X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2196683142371961775?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2196683142371961775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2196683142371961775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2196683142371961775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2196683142371961775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/n00bie-not-newbie.html' title='updated: n00bie, not a newbie.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SzDsifykKuI/AAAAAAAADBo/gkICN0wBtgE/s72-c/15167_212253613322_612578322_3094515_5854784_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4229822867612069139</id><published>2009-12-20T16:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:23:12.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empire state of mind.</title><content type='html'>i dont have many pictures of prom. too engaged on the dancefloor is one thing, having a sucky olympus is another. i didnt even know the right mode to use so most of the pictures turned out ghastly! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures @ laine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3oTWY1y_I/AAAAAAAADBA/jSn6FRRZ3z0/s1600-h/15859_208820018174_565963174_3141889_2637115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241345921502194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3oTWY1y_I/AAAAAAAADBA/jSn6FRRZ3z0/s400/15859_208820018174_565963174_3141889_2637115_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bewildered at this! i was almost positive that they might set my dress on fire since i could feel the heat from where i sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to the committee anyway, prom was stupendous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3oT47zVqI/AAAAAAAADBI/2TpfGVZ86Gg/s1600-h/15935_216335346002_691106002_3766612_1261506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417241355194947234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3oT47zVqI/AAAAAAAADBI/2TpfGVZ86Gg/s400/15935_216335346002_691106002_3766612_1261506_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;foursome at table number 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lYbf8TmI/AAAAAAAADA4/i3psnMQfZSU/s1600-h/15935_216335311002_691106002_3766609_7232133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417238134657928802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lYbf8TmI/AAAAAAAADA4/i3psnMQfZSU/s400/15935_216335311002_691106002_3766609_7232133_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they got ditched by their dates....... awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lW1rfC4I/AAAAAAAADAY/d8iaC5PVj68/s1600-h/11136_1280698145136_1460539102_1929857_1323208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417238107325926274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lW1rfC4I/AAAAAAAADAY/d8iaC5PVj68/s400/11136_1280698145136_1460539102_1929857_1323208_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mingling sessions. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lYPzCyiI/AAAAAAAADAw/v7fkeG_OV3w/s1600-h/11136_1280707225363_1460539102_1929875_1824772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417238131516820002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lYPzCyiI/AAAAAAAADAw/v7fkeG_OV3w/s400/11136_1280707225363_1460539102_1929875_1824772_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wasnt kidding when i said kim was prom queen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lX1f10PI/AAAAAAAADAo/GhDkLxC_V5E/s1600-h/13956_208966164927_594964927_2953785_7750104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417238124456956146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lX1f10PI/AAAAAAAADAo/GhDkLxC_V5E/s400/13956_208966164927_594964927_2953785_7750104_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mel, everything will be fine. just clear up your mind and enjoy college okay! :D BE DA BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lXa8__vI/AAAAAAAADAg/tyUtoU3Bmeg/s1600-h/13956_208966154927_594964927_2953784_84884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417238117331500786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3lXa8__vI/AAAAAAAADAg/tyUtoU3Bmeg/s400/13956_208966154927_594964927_2953784_84884_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's laine: someone to watch out for at taylor subang jaya, guys. HEHEHE, meowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm bored. mostly perplexed at all the NOW-WHATs thrown by people around me, but hey i guess i kinda asked for these. i'm the one turning down scholarships (as kienyoong said, what an actuary does - being calculative at best). i'm the one making it all difficult for myself with my stupid uncertainty and endless doubts. i hate this. i secretly wished that i got picked for NS instead, i mean,&lt;em&gt; first batch lah,&lt;/em&gt; so i would be too occupied to even think and i can have the answer for everything.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "WHAT'S DA PLAN?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"OH, NS FIRST, WE'LL TALK WHEN I'M BACK!"&lt;/span&gt; so aly/kim/hana, wanna switch with me? i really don't mind going to negeri sembilan/sarawak/sabah. I WANT TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;applied for a three-months job! &lt;strong&gt;fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;money earnt will go to my fund for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417245424549585650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3sAwdjYvI/AAAAAAAADBQ/7L2Tb417nT4/s400/nokia-n97-white-keyboard-163584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my eyes set on it first okay! N97, you're mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4229822867612069139?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4229822867612069139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4229822867612069139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4229822867612069139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4229822867612069139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/empire-state-of-mind.html' title='empire state of mind.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sy3oTWY1y_I/AAAAAAAADBA/jSn6FRRZ3z0/s72-c/15859_208820018174_565963174_3141889_2637115_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3998223548223203840</id><published>2009-12-19T01:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:20:36.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: mom, why did the eyeliner smear? i dont think i cried.&lt;br /&gt;mom: no, it still looks fine what. it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;me: BUT MY FRIENDS SAID...&lt;br /&gt;mom: don't blame me, your eyes are sepet okay?! now they look bigger what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omgosh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think prom's overrated.&lt;br /&gt;UNLESS you're those that sit and stare at your prom partner's face for the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;then it's overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the dancefloor lah XD&lt;br /&gt;it almost felt like.... clubbing. okaylah, i damn n00b. still learning dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's everyone? i'm like lurking around facebook for tagged pictures. brrrr.&lt;br /&gt;so with no pictures at hand, i shall delay this until i collect volumes of them :D&lt;br /&gt;my comp doesnt detect my camera anymore sucky sucky sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Syu7ZGurI6I/AAAAAAAADAI/21hUIkyrXjs/s1600-h/IMG_5087.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416658021658892002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyvVxaK_luI/AAAAAAAADAQ/fu6CCLhlHPU/s400/15859_208819988174_565963174_3141886_1697371_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;@laine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kimberly hong gin mei, my best friend, is a prom queen. how very cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so hungry right now but there's no food in the house. daymn, i shouldve eaten more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3998223548223203840?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3998223548223203840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3998223548223203840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3998223548223203840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3998223548223203840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-prom-night-has-prom-thief.html' title='prom.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyvVxaK_luI/AAAAAAAADAQ/fu6CCLhlHPU/s72-c/15859_208819988174_565963174_3141886_1697371_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3080960893153573678</id><published>2009-12-17T12:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:34:23.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bottomless pit.</title><content type='html'>i've been shortlisted to s!me darby's pre-u scholarship interview! but all hopes are relinquished now, since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what evon told me, the entire process is really lengthy, &lt;strong&gt;tough &lt;/strong&gt;and tediousssssss. i'm &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;invited to attend their &lt;strong&gt;FIRST ROUND ASSESSMENT&lt;/strong&gt; which involves &lt;em&gt;TWO DIFFERENT STAGES&lt;/em&gt;. shall i, by any means of LUCK, proceed to the next level, there will be a SECOND ROUND awaiting with ANOTHER TWO DIFFERENT STAGES. O.O that pretty much sums up my&lt;em&gt; i-am-giving-up-because-is-it-even-possible&lt;/em&gt; mindset to secure the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;googled and found this from an ex-candidate's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"After everything was done, i left the room . AND then i was shocked to hear the news that the interviewers were just kicked away whoever had chosen the course which they did not offer. Let me tell you, they offered engineering, business, finance, architerture."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE ACTUARIAL SCIENCE IS CLOSE TO... FINANCE? &lt;em&gt;UH OH... DAYMN. I MEAN, I HAD ACTUARIAL SCIENCE WRITTEN ALL OVER MY QUESTIONNAIRE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;however so, i'm looking forward to their buffet lunch (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the girl mentioned shark fin soup and japanese food&lt;/span&gt;!) and of course, meeting new people :D i really need to broaden my social network, like before the&lt;strong&gt; ultimate transition&lt;/strong&gt; to a college life begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i can finally see a streak of light ahead of this pitch-black tunnel after a long chat with evon. thank you sooo much, woman. i never knew anyone else would be in such predicament as i am right now, so it's a relief to find that i am not the only troubled one, the left-out one, the i-dunno one, basically &lt;strong&gt;the only lost one&lt;/strong&gt;. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stumbled upon something at popular's bookstore which stunned me. i went speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know&lt;br /&gt;twilight's SENJAKALA?&lt;br /&gt;new moon's CINTA BARU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, does stephenie meyer know about &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3080960893153573678?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3080960893153573678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3080960893153573678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3080960893153573678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3080960893153573678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-shortlisted-to-sime-darbys-pre.html' title='a bottomless pit.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7952206879094505151</id><published>2009-12-15T00:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:02:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"remember, i'm chuck bass and i love you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-inhales-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM DRESS: CHECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-exhalesssssss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've got to say, LJY, you're the WORST PARTNER for prom shopping.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. he searched for a seat and sank himself on a comfy chair in almost every shop.&lt;br /&gt;2. he nodded and smiled in the &lt;em&gt;coolest&lt;/em&gt; way at every dress i took interest in.&lt;br /&gt;3. he disappeared when i was done changing and i had to seek help from the promoters to look for 'my friend'.&lt;br /&gt;4. he complained about how tedious and tiring shopping is when i was the one walking most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;thanks lor. for the dress lor. for the necklace lor. for the x'mas gifts lor. for the company lor. for worrying bout our budget lor. for being so childish to step foot into living cabin lor. for squealing at &lt;em&gt;toys&lt;/em&gt; lor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toys like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415471567615394690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Syeessbxg4I/AAAAAAAADAA/95pL0NhBTRk/s400/Image(376).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze mom thinks dragons and monkeys are not meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;in terms of fengshui, the zodiacs clash. they dont click.&lt;br /&gt;when forcefully put together, they ignite sparks, big enough to spur fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;no, not love sparks. i wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my sister (ze annoying-to-the-core dragon)&lt;br /&gt;me (ze brilliantly cute monkey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got into another one of our heated arguement, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;usually it involves biting each other's flesh... screaming... crying (not me duh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, SHE decided to do it with style. more of, pokemon style; after watching another series of pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sis: arghhhhh... DRAGON BREATH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me: ............... you wanna fight lah now? fine. -hesitates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sis: RAHHHHHHHH DRAGON RAGE!!! -tackles me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me: monkey dance. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i cannot believe i said that&lt;/strong&gt; but seriously, to my knowledge, whichever pokemon is even a MONKEY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7952206879094505151?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7952206879094505151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7952206879094505151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7952206879094505151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7952206879094505151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/2000-vs-1992.html' title='&quot;remember, i&apos;m chuck bass and i love you.&quot;'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Syeessbxg4I/AAAAAAAADAA/95pL0NhBTRk/s72-c/Image(376).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3402974972586819492</id><published>2009-12-13T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:11:44.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have lady luck smiling at me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more pictures from&lt;em&gt; laine&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to my partner-in-crime for giggling, exasperating, idling, crapping to our heart's content with all sorts of mumbo jumbo and tattling at people we don't see eye to eye (and getting into trouble for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never find another paranoia-stricken friend like you. i'll definitely miss soothing your neverending paranoia and being "the calm one" too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SySqOOMxAoI/AAAAAAAAC_w/BWGAfWkHCjI/s1600-h/15859_195537798174_565963174_3095619_3980661_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414639813312709250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SySqOOMxAoI/AAAAAAAAC_w/BWGAfWkHCjI/s400/15859_195537798174_565963174_3095619_3980661_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i know, you're impatient as hell for your present. right now, the &lt;em&gt;'ultimate' &lt;/em&gt;prom dress tops my list! sorryyy! i'll assure you that something will eventually arrive at your doorstep :D someday before end of the year okay! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great friend you've been, love you lotssss~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED PARANOID SEVENTEENTH, KIMBERLY HONG GIN MEI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414639817481513154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SySqOdur6MI/AAAAAAAAC_4/W8uGoYe-L_8/s400/15859_197871588174_565963174_3103056_2275282_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh yes, take care, chuah.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're reading this with your italian foster sisters over there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attending the driving talk this week! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yataaaaaaaaaaa! 50/50 baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this endless freedom sure as hell spells brilliant!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3402974972586819492?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3402974972586819492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3402974972586819492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3402974972586819492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3402974972586819492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-lady-luck-smiling-at-me.html' title='i have lady luck smiling at me.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SySqOOMxAoI/AAAAAAAAC_w/BWGAfWkHCjI/s72-c/15859_195537798174_565963174_3095619_3980661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-459404758992228382</id><published>2009-12-13T01:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:06:21.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelate speaking,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i experienced culture shock in kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i get disapproving glares in my swimsuit, which actually has a &lt;em&gt;cute mini skirt&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky i didnt get bashed up by anyone or even blacklisted to their swimming pool O.O&lt;br /&gt;cows and chickens and ducks were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;singapore will definitely salivate at the sight of their spacious land.&lt;br /&gt;it's very very green there. :D&lt;br /&gt;miles and miles of coconut trees too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to kelantan was really an eye-opener for me. i almost went to thailand! settled for a massive shopping at the BORDER of thailand though, since i didnt have my passport with me T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told kienyoong bout the swimming pool incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;him: will the girls look at chinese guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;him: maybe if i wear a swimsuit they'll look at me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: sorry to burst your bubble but the guys there wore their swimsuits too, you would look nothing but ordinary there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him: T_____T CEH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KB mall&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;remember the tragedy there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;they have the best buddhist temple there too! i think it's on par with penang's kek lok si, no kidding. the irony, huh? a giant sleeping buddha is located there as well which made it into the world's record of the longest sleeping buddha! O.O also learnt that monks' body &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT DECOMPOSE&lt;/strong&gt; once they..... &lt;em&gt;meninggal dunia&lt;/em&gt;. witnessed one for myself, he meninggal dunia-ed meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i dont wanna say the D word, disrespectful i think.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'll post up pictures once i buy the camera's card reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i'm contented with the trip! it was supposed to be dad's business outing, hahah but we tagged along anyhow. &lt;strong&gt;lesson learnt, keep your flesh to yourself, especially in the swimming pool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for chin peng's biography!&lt;br /&gt;have a sudden spur of interest to read it after the news that our PM didnt allow him to return!&lt;br /&gt;so so, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas in pangkor! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so dead for prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: got your prom attire yet? wait, guys don't need any. no one can tell if they're wearing their dad's.. right? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kien yoong: like girls can't wear their mom's dress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-459404758992228382?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/459404758992228382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=459404758992228382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/459404758992228382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/459404758992228382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/kelate-speaking.html' title='kelate speaking,'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5391838368189745723</id><published>2009-12-10T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:00:08.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fancy a FACE PUNCH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friendly note: photos courtesy of laine and julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDX20cY84I/AAAAAAAAC_o/NJ8NW4xUpZM/s1600-h/IMG_4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413564088889963394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDX20cY84I/AAAAAAAAC_o/NJ8NW4xUpZM/s400/IMG_4895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i tell you, that invigilator over there&lt;em&gt; hates&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;i was overly exasperated that i accidentally hurled my calculator towards mel's table and knocked off her bottle during the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;invigilator: pelajar diminta bertenang dan keluar dewan peperiksaan dengan senyap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss the toilet trips we had before every papers.&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss yishwerer's stupid nescafe stain on the floor AND MY CALCULATOR. it's still there, check it out. (yes he brought cans of &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOCHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into the exam hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i might miss his frequent sneezing too. ._____.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss the pengetua's hopeful speech to us and her humour especially.&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss the countdowns with aly.&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss the brightened look on laine's mel's yish's after leafing through the paper 3s.&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss everything of spm, and everything of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@pavillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXUJ4MQvI/AAAAAAAAC_g/gOCxxIukW1U/s1600-h/11136_1272617223118_1460539102_1912191_2806558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413563493348295410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXUJ4MQvI/AAAAAAAAC_g/gOCxxIukW1U/s400/11136_1272617223118_1460539102_1912191_2806558_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was utterlyyyy amusing i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;a mystery guy appeared out of thin air and hopped himself into our group picture!&lt;br /&gt;(you can see it in laine's blog :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: WHO WAS THAT? your friend ah, kean seng?&lt;br /&gt;seng: not julia's friend's friend?&lt;br /&gt;jet: yala, julia's friend's friend right?&lt;br /&gt;julia: NOOOOO MY FRIEND'S THE ONE HOLDING THE CAMERAAAA&lt;br /&gt;me: WHO'S FRIEND WAS THAT?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dared joshua to approach him. he chickened. bravo jet went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jet: he was just having fun. he has this accent, says he's from australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took another group picture with his clique. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how very cool! i wish i have his guts too :D it'll be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXTKpwtyI/AAAAAAAAC_I/8MB8oJH6weo/s1600-h/11136_1272589782432_1460539102_1912139_4969854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413563476376336162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXTKpwtyI/AAAAAAAAC_I/8MB8oJH6weo/s400/11136_1272589782432_1460539102_1912139_4969854_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ YO! sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin: i'm at yo sushi.&lt;br /&gt;yin: yes it's YO, SUSHI.&lt;br /&gt;yin: i'm not saying YO! the restaurant's called YO SUSHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXTvEi1-I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/m96qwTpDCS4/s1600-h/11136_1272617143116_1460539102_1912189_2221248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413563486152349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXTvEi1-I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/m96qwTpDCS4/s400/11136_1272617143116_1460539102_1912189_2221248_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snow you say? SNOW you say?&lt;br /&gt;disappointing man~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;go check out for yourself lah harh. i enjoyed the countdown though.&lt;br /&gt;the emcee called us (ERIN to be specific, i was just joining the fun of screaming "YES") the &lt;strong&gt;"TWO ENERGETIC GIRLS OVER THERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXSg0Vo9I/AAAAAAAAC_A/bEZTn86H-yw/s1600-h/11136_1272589742431_1460539102_1912138_5510799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413563465146409938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXSg0Vo9I/AAAAAAAAC_A/bEZTn86H-yw/s400/11136_1272589742431_1460539102_1912138_5510799_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim and aly can reallyyyyy drive me NUTS. i think i can giggle with them for hours and hours until our belly literally bounce! so what if we're ALREADY 17. so what if we trigger the stupid sensor man. i dont see the need to behave like an adult, YET. i can be one when i'm forced to stroll along the mall with trolley of kids. (bah!) getting few kicks in a cinema can be very entertaining too. i dont care if they hated me LOL SORRY. i'm one of those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH JACOB BLACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; annoying teens you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the movie wouldnt have been nice without me :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to be a black sheep but seriously, it would've been just&lt;em&gt; another&lt;/em&gt; movie without myyyy..... laughter :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXTYStQkI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ezkCoSexal4/s1600-h/11136_1272589982437_1460539102_1912142_6883823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413563480037737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDXTYStQkI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ezkCoSexal4/s400/11136_1272589982437_1460539102_1912142_6883823_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kean seng yik fei and joshua are big fat liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them: hang tuah station's just nearby!!!! c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;us (kim aly and i): okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOODY HELL FROM PAVILLION TO HANG TUAH LRT STATION IS AKIN TO WALKING FROM SCHOOL TO THE LRT STATION 5 TIMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stained &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; shirt wet for crying at the same scenes during 2012 today. who could restrain themselves from shedding tears when the president gave his speech? when the chapel collapsed as people gathered to pray and repent for their sins? when satman and his family could only await for their death? when the hot tibet monk's brother was wounded? when the boat sank? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN SASHAAA DIED A HERO?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift your big ass for sasha. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so in the jacob black + sasha mood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heading to kelantan tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5391838368189745723?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5391838368189745723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5391838368189745723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5391838368189745723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5391838368189745723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/fancy-face-punch.html' title='fancy a FACE PUNCH?'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SyDX20cY84I/AAAAAAAAC_o/NJ8NW4xUpZM/s72-c/IMG_4895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7807765577969312406</id><published>2009-12-08T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:21:51.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;USD)US)A*S)*AE)E# @UED)U DIU_!IQWS U)UQWD_)U!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IT'S BLOODY O-V-E-R!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;HSID )EW*EWHC_@E$* E(UEWSQSUQES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my, i think i just ruined my manicure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now i need to:&lt;br /&gt;assemble my textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;wrap the babies.&lt;br /&gt;de-clutter my room.&lt;br /&gt;fix my nails, AGAIN. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wednesday, pavillion, 2pm-8pm, new moon &amp;amp; snow-watching. best of all, THEME-LESS. no gay theme this time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7807765577969312406?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7807765577969312406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7807765577969312406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7807765577969312406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7807765577969312406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/anew.html' title='anew.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1339312154906143630</id><published>2009-12-04T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:33:44.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world, hope you're listening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i watched 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;longing to watch the movie again (cinema) since the dvd did not include subtitles for that absolutely&lt;em&gt; hot&lt;/em&gt; tibet monk's brother and the &lt;em&gt;swooningly hot&lt;/em&gt; curang pilot sasha i think his name was?&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that i barely understood their language.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to know what the wise SIFU told the tibet monk! :O&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in this world there might already be a noah's arc.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be on board when &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; happens T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great achievement huh for my early posthiatus!&lt;br /&gt;zero achievement in chemistry, have yet to begin.&lt;br /&gt;i ought to catch up with all the latest hits too. gossip girl season 3. cut some hair again. get my license and 50/50 for undang! (hella determined!) download photoshop so i can finally add a header to my pathetic blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROM DRESS&lt;/strong&gt; MY GOSH! &lt;em&gt;WHERE&lt;/em&gt; TO FIND ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank goodness i dont have a date to impress!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my new maid misplaced sis's shirt and skirt into &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;accidental or not, i take it as a compliment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really gonna miss high school too, laine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1339312154906143630?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1339312154906143630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1339312154906143630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1339312154906143630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1339312154906143630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-world-hope-youre-listening.html' title='hello world, hope you&apos;re listening.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5862511686692086182</id><published>2009-12-03T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:02:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>自由是我们的咯!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对不起, 我的朋友们&lt;br /&gt;都不明白! 真稀罕!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, not bad! i can still remember my han yu pin yings :D&lt;br /&gt;downloaded the software for my sister's sake, just testing out.&lt;br /&gt;they look bold and good, dont they.&lt;br /&gt;i know you &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bananas &lt;/span&gt;dont understand hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5862511686692086182?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5862511686692086182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5862511686692086182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5862511686692086182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5862511686692086182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-not-bad-not-bad-really.html' title='自由是我们的咯!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3764331862453841421</id><published>2009-11-30T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:03:39.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooler than the flip side of my pillow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;facebook's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;stupid page error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 SUBJECTS TO GO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing how the last time i counted, it was only 4 papers down!&lt;br /&gt;well i seriously do not know how those people with more than 15 subjects survive through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kiasuism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;really drives the best out of people, huh?&lt;br /&gt;it's just weird, with my level of kiasuism, i'm only taking 11 subjects. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was... moderate? that might not be the last time i'm facing bio though, so no book-throwing ceremony for me T___T thank goodness we striked the lottery for experiment! that feeling of seeing the word ENZYME was somehow euphoric, way better than striking the real TOTO. should something like KNOP SOLUTION comes out, i'd be crying over the toilet bowl right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel: give me one word for experiment! ONE WORD. -assaults ian-&lt;br /&gt;ian: enzyme?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3764331862453841421?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3764331862453841421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3764331862453841421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3764331862453841421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3764331862453841421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooler-than-flip-side-of-my-pillow.html' title='cooler than the flip side of my pillow.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7558868186085041296</id><published>2009-11-28T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:50:01.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly.</title><content type='html'>to ten million fireflies,&lt;br /&gt;i'm weird cause 'i hate goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;i got misty eyes as they said farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know where several are.&lt;br /&gt;if my dreams get real bizzare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'cause i saved a few and keep them in a jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;owl city - fireflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7558868186085041296?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7558868186085041296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7558868186085041296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7558868186085041296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7558868186085041296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-like-to-make-myself-believe-that.html' title='i&apos;d like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3673688023534580137</id><published>2009-11-25T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:52:02.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme lethargy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH YES I FOUND YOU! IT'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE REPUBLIC - ALL THE RIGHT MOVES&lt;/span&gt;, YIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song kept me pondering during that four-hours interval we had for add maths. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;well, all thoughts were drowned during add maths paper 2 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;new moon. ice skating. genting highlands. singapore road trip (bullshit). clubbing (double bullshit). midnight movie straight after chemistry in genting (bullshit bullshit bullshit!).&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. the paper 2 was thattttttt...... i'd say, "ada standard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juniors doing our spm questions next year from cerdik publications will be utmost rejoiced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"wow, did you know did you know, add maths 2009 was really TOOT! so this year will be EASY LAH!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, hell no.&lt;br /&gt;paper one acts as the "control" you see, and paper two as the "dynamic equilibrium" to perfect the yin and yang. though i think add maths was however inclined towards the YANG side (bad side lah) since paper 2 overwhelmed paper 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;daniel:&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss add maths.&lt;br /&gt;ms foo. (the very famous tuition teacher of his)&lt;br /&gt;pn jasbir.&lt;br /&gt;copying people's work.&lt;br /&gt;the anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;everything lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, THAT coming from daniel is really exceptional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm reallyy bloody annoyed with brands essence of chicken!&lt;br /&gt;I PURPOSELY DRANK IT BEFORE ADD MATHS PAPER 2 to boost my whatever energy left yet i felt like the floor was spinning during the exam. my body was radiating heat too! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was the questions. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i blame it on that thick black liquid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408038209989454098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sw02GVYpKRI/AAAAAAAAC-4/7nFcp8Odvnw/s400/Jacob-Black-jacob-black-1558807-1024-768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. not. that. bad. looking. lah?!!!!!!!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;i. take. back. my. words.&lt;br /&gt;you're good enough for taylor swift. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embracing the sciences week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3673688023534580137?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3673688023534580137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3673688023534580137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3673688023534580137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3673688023534580137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/extreme-lethargy.html' title='extreme lethargy!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sw02GVYpKRI/AAAAAAAAC-4/7nFcp8Odvnw/s72-c/Jacob-Black-jacob-black-1558807-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4437541127321240341</id><published>2009-11-20T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:17:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm, what what what did you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;4 PAPERS DOWN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally had a good 4 hour nap after three days of &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt;, literally!&lt;br /&gt;this feels fresher than drinking bottles of brands chicken essence! (it's better to go for coffee -- cheaper and reliable)&lt;br /&gt;and hell translates to writing 9 essays just in two days as well as finishing 2 correction tapes of 5 metres long! -GASPS-&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised my fingers are still attached to my hand.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to get the hang of spm too i think? the gruelling week's over and i have survived!&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss bm and sejarah, so &lt;em&gt;terribly&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;review review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essay was soooo happily written lah :D i'm still kinda worried because even my cousin brother from penang wrote number 1. so imagine probably 80% from the &lt;strong&gt;half a million&lt;/strong&gt; spm candidates writing the same essay... how's mine gonna be any different? =( and i managed 2 out of 3 peribahasa woohoo! ALMOST got the last one correct, but it's too bad they dont give 1 out of the 2 marks alloted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was awkwardly surprising. it was deja vu when i impatiently read the essay paper &lt;em&gt;from the back&lt;/em&gt; (HAHAHA). i hopeeee they like my susan boyle's essay...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEJARAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GOODBYEEEEEEEEE AT LAST! nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if i had known better, i would've slept the day before instead of memorising ADDITIONAL S&amp;amp;T INFO for global warming, GMO, obesity, basically everything else from biology to chemistry to science. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and a PHYSICS related essay came out - FRICTION. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fucktardly&lt;/span&gt; hard man. =(&lt;br /&gt;well yeah it may seems EASY but think of "the average malaysian intake of sugar is 24 teaspoons per day" or even "malaysia's average temperature increases by 0.18 degree celcius every decade"... wouldnt those sound much better than "FRICTION IS..... newton's second law of motion, F=MA, or even third law of motion, for every reaction there is an opposite but equal reaction"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIHS. information transfer hard hard hard too...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nothing could be done, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the exam we were busy hovering puan yeoh for last minute reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puan yeoh: remember, you have to put in all the S&amp;amp;Ts that you know!&lt;br /&gt;yee ming: -pulls a dumb blank face-...... what's S&amp;amp;T, teacher?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like oh my god, puan yeoh's been S&amp;amp;T and S&amp;amp;T all the way for two whole years and he didnt even bother listening until that very day of spm. tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;T= science and technology :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayte i think i'll go study moral. bye byeee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4437541127321240341?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4437541127321240341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4437541127321240341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4437541127321240341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4437541127321240341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/mmm-what-what-what-did-you-say.html' title='mmm, what what what did you say?'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2573159971156870156</id><published>2009-11-08T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:59:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a full stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good luck to all form 5 of 2009! we will pull through this ordeal to obtain our A PLUSSES and believe me, it'll pass so fleetingly that you'll miss it when everything comes to an end! then i guess, enjoy burning the midnight oil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all the very best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your turn to wish me, whoever you are! i need all the luck i can garner! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2573159971156870156?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2573159971156870156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2573159971156870156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2573159971156870156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2573159971156870156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/full-stop.html' title='a full stop.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8937940901095873370</id><published>2009-11-07T19:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:37:58.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been hibernating in a void.</title><content type='html'>if i were to attend martin's seminar everyday, i'd get osteoporosis even before menopause. i might even develop some butt-ache syndrome. well, touchwood, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've finished my seminar! my confidence level you ask?&lt;br /&gt;i'm never confident, am i? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salihah's superb for bm. she reminds me strongly of hana. hi hana, mel and aly agreed too! i shouldve joined her class since the beginning of the year. then i'll have no qualms about the peribahasa section in which i'm already immuned to getting a zero. alah bisa tegal biasa, they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn to page 51 for kung's mathematics notes, if you have it! i'm not so sure about the page but just check out for one masalah muka guy hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh yeahhh. mel's got a crush on my physics teacher you-know-who! (totally beats your ch*ng xi, julia) she's obsessed to the point that she actually asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what kind of boyfriend do you think he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her first impression was that he reminds her of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;justin timberlake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401318745436755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SvVWyBRqlGI/AAAAAAAAC-w/WHhcd6p3RHA/s400/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i see a resemblance too. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #2&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm going for his monday discussion group...&lt;br /&gt;mel: i'm following!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: you'll need to ask him QUESTIONS mel QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;mel: i'll watch him explain answers to you lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slap slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad you had to miss the last day, laine. chan and ann both think he's adorable too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WE DIDNT ATTEND THE SEMINAR JUST TO SEE MY PHYSICS TEACHER OKAY. DONT GET THE WRONG IMPRESSION. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss martin tuition centre. albeit the filthy toilets, the poor facilities, the "SMELL"... these few months seem like a fast track on the evolutionary time-scale that i do not even have time to relish the moments. moments when anw*r had his puasa month syndrome. moments when um*as slammed his hand against the whiteboard for our attention. moments when raz*zu had his sudden change of tone to ensure that we're really focusing. i have so many goodbyes unsaid especially to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's seek them next year with our spm slip, chiong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking bout the three-letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE THREE ALPHABETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muka saya nak mampus stress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8937940901095873370?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8937940901095873370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8937940901095873370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8937940901095873370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8937940901095873370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-hibernating-in-void.html' title='i&apos;ve been hibernating in a void.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SvVWyBRqlGI/AAAAAAAAC-w/WHhcd6p3RHA/s72-c/justin_timberlake_saturday-night-live-mother-lovin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8336291648554657701</id><published>2009-11-02T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:25:22.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;errrmmm just a friendly note to all farmvillagers, it's my sister you're playing with. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LAINE &lt;/span&gt;FOR LETTING ME UTILISE YOUR CAMERA DURING GRADUATION! MY BLOG WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED THIS LONG WITHOUT PICTURES FROM YOU! LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;still beh syok? hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8336291648554657701?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8336291648554657701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8336291648554657701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8336291648554657701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8336291648554657701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/errrmmm-just-friendly-note-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6333968264824712794</id><published>2009-10-31T20:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:28:13.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a nostalgic dosage of vitamin c's.</title><content type='html'>and so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;but when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;no more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;you better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these memories are playing like a film without sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- excerpt from vitamin c's graduation song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ SERI PACIFIC HOTEL, SMKSBU &lt;em&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/em&gt; '09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwqVj8flI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/A3eP4CvySyo/s1600-h/11243_165895398174_565963174_2855400_4184438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743557210930770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwqVj8flI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/A3eP4CvySyo/s400/11243_165895398174_565963174_2855400_4184438_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a clique to be missed, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another red hot chilli pepper like laine.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another ah ma like mel.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another guy like kien yoong who laughs helplessly when labelled 'girl'.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another prettyy boy rich boy like jia xiang who has three guys 'chasing after' him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398737796592408290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwrbBldluI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/KJbDdsPkxf0/s400/11243_165875533174_565963174_2855059_4555063_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;you'll never find another adorable short and sweet friend like aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743218808105714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwWo6bKvI/AAAAAAAAC9w/slB_xuV_NFE/s400/11243_165896303174_565963174_2855414_6296773_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;you'll never find another catphobic and paranoia-stricken aly.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another innocous yet flirty julia pan.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another paranoid number 1 kimberly hong gin mei.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another rich nice brat like chiong.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another vulgarly honest person like yin.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another camwhore like afzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwXRIliGI/AAAAAAAAC-I/cyHiBh4FUZM/s1600-h/11243_165895973174_565963174_2855403_7949746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743229604923490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwXRIliGI/AAAAAAAAC-I/cyHiBh4FUZM/s400/11243_165895973174_565963174_2855403_7949746_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dwiloves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743214225739346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwWX15zlI/AAAAAAAAC9o/Ppu2oOCM9_M/s400/11243_165897278174_565963174_2855426_2803355_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILK WE ARE, FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwXBmWMvI/AAAAAAAAC-A/X2QzCMBbX5g/s1600-h/11243_165895978174_565963174_2855404_2786163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743225434780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwXBmWMvI/AAAAAAAAC-A/X2QzCMBbX5g/s400/11243_165895978174_565963174_2855404_2786163_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tokoh pelajar lelaki, missing his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find a brainiac like ian teng weng yew who knows absolutely everything. everrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398748686586201666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suw1U5-TxkI/AAAAAAAAC-o/_02AcgmilQA/s400/11243_165900353174_565963174_2855469_6404804_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;here's the tokoh pelajar perempuan and well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another bitch hyena like erin chuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtCvnHL0I/AAAAAAAAC9A/zJOJBdQbx88/s1600-h/11243_165897878174_565963174_2855435_5399526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398739578473885506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtCvnHL0I/AAAAAAAAC9A/zJOJBdQbx88/s400/11243_165897878174_565963174_2855435_5399526_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah i do realise my mouth's left hanging open because afzan randomly muttered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let go of the box once we're done with the picture tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puan noria rocks our socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtDFjnHSI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/NLfCNq-nZgY/s1600-h/11243_165897873174_565963174_2855434_5036088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398739584364780834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtDFjnHSI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/NLfCNq-nZgY/s400/11243_165897873174_565963174_2855434_5036088_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture was supposed to be of HANA AND I and HANA AND I only until everyone came in to fill in the space that you cant tell we're standing in front of a piano anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another -insert bombastic words- like hana. :D&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another annoying monkey like chi hoe.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another YATA!!!! like jet. (OMG WE DID NOT MANAGE TO TAKE A PICTURE TOGETHER I THINK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtC72DGYI/AAAAAAAAC9I/oTo438jynZc/s1600-h/11243_165897883174_565963174_2855436_4983044_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398739581757757826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtC72DGYI/AAAAAAAAC9I/oTo438jynZc/s400/11243_165897883174_565963174_2855436_4983044_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtDh3pyII/AAAAAAAAC9g/bwl8qU7tWl0/s1600-h/11243_165897268174_565963174_2855425_856991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398739591965034626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwtDh3pyII/AAAAAAAAC9g/bwl8qU7tWl0/s400/11243_165897268174_565963174_2855425_856991_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwsdtCQtTI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/rtPoqh902WA/s1600-h/11243_165901003174_565963174_2855471_7782845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738942127289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwsdtCQtTI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/rtPoqh902WA/s400/11243_165901003174_565963174_2855471_7782845_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look, daniel's coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738318888546994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr5bSkMrI/AAAAAAAAC8I/erIo5zvhLHQ/s400/11243_165901008174_565963174_2855472_2145603_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and daniel's in the picture. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AS &lt;/span&gt;NUMBER ONE PLAYER like daniel jude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwseFkWBTI/AAAAAAAAC8o/yH-vSb_dqf4/s1600-h/11243_165900338174_565963174_2855466_2967591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738948712695090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwseFkWBTI/AAAAAAAAC8o/yH-vSb_dqf4/s400/11243_165900338174_565963174_2855466_2967591_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never find another sweetheart like xinyi.&lt;br /&gt;and weigin ah i'm still waiting for the pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;because with xinyi comes weigin. haha. they're like 2 in 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwseWmLKLI/AAAAAAAAC8w/fIGpr0qtRH0/s1600-h/11243_165900333174_565963174_2855465_4324358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738953283774642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwseWmLKLI/AAAAAAAAC8w/fIGpr0qtRH0/s400/11243_165900333174_565963174_2855465_4324358_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay this is gonna sound REALLYYYYYYYYYYYYY weird coming from me but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian looks&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; here....somehow....somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwseoIIrrI/AAAAAAAAC84/ii0h3i6K4kk/s1600-h/11243_165898048174_565963174_2855438_3673939_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738957989621426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwseoIIrrI/AAAAAAAAC84/ii0h3i6K4kk/s400/11243_165898048174_565963174_2855438_3673939_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture wouldve looked nice if it wasnt blur.. but i look nice eitherway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwsd6W6HYI/AAAAAAAAC8g/4TcWiRfe0VU/s1600-h/11243_165900343174_565963174_2855467_1974029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738945703550338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwsd6W6HYI/AAAAAAAAC8g/4TcWiRfe0VU/s400/11243_165900343174_565963174_2855467_1974029_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lacey laine looking strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr5mu6bzI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/zfNHNrHWqko/s1600-h/11243_165901228174_565963174_2855480_690205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738321960234802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr5mu6bzI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/zfNHNrHWqko/s400/11243_165901228174_565963174_2855480_690205_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as opposed to daryl's never-smiling expression in pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH he finally came out from his whatever-sad zone and for once looks happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr4pVoN_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/jz6-JmVgTmo/s1600-h/15442_1241787172386_1460539102_1826606_649259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738305479620594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr4pVoN_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/jz6-JmVgTmo/s400/15442_1241787172386_1460539102_1826606_649259_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;datuk wira: saya tengok kamu masih perlu sewa jubah! jubah hitam ini, saya tak dapat nampak muka kamu pun! jadi yayasan pendidikan cheras akan memberi subsidi sebanyak 25 ribu ringgit untuk smksbu membeli jubah SENDIRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then few minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;datuk wira: I CHALLENGE YOU to get straight A+ dan yayasan pendidikan cheras akan menganugerahkan rm500 kepada yang mendapat straight A+ dalam spm 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: yayasan pendidikan's FILTHY RICH.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion #2: i'm rooting for datuk wira to be our future prime minister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr45VmEkI/AAAAAAAAC74/F-VAlOMmIlc/s1600-h/13941_170006362430_523507430_2713933_8284644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398738309774447170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwr45VmEkI/AAAAAAAAC74/F-VAlOMmIlc/s400/13941_170006362430_523507430_2713933_8284644_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwrb4qpTQI/AAAAAAAAC7o/NHlM0BgDxJg/s1600-h/11243_165895393174_565963174_2855399_87893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398737811378097410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwrb4qpTQI/AAAAAAAAC7o/NHlM0BgDxJg/s400/11243_165895393174_565963174_2855399_87893_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwrbUnHQVI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/VdaPKsSXIEM/s1600-h/11243_165875548174_565963174_2855060_6386344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398737801699606866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwrbUnHQVI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/VdaPKsSXIEM/s400/11243_165875548174_565963174_2855060_6386344_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwrbljBHxI/AAAAAAAAC7g/3MexG5p8Yag/s1600-h/11243_165892598174_565963174_2855377_128270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398737806245830418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwrbljBHxI/AAAAAAAAC7g/3MexG5p8Yag/s400/11243_165892598174_565963174_2855377_128270_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwra_id_vI/AAAAAAAAC7I/gSqipjh4eFM/s1600-h/11243_165875528174_565963174_2855058_6870299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398737796042981106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Suwra_id_vI/AAAAAAAAC7I/gSqipjh4eFM/s400/11243_165875528174_565963174_2855058_6870299_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwqqC2dzCI/AAAAAAAAC6g/PQAuw2pILbY/s1600-h/11243_165875523174_565963174_2855057_4661551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398736955118570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwqqC2dzCI/AAAAAAAAC6g/PQAuw2pILbY/s400/11243_165875523174_565963174_2855057_4661551_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's certainly more people which i did not mention because i do not have your picture here, firstly, and there'll be too many for me to list down too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just so y'know (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;there'll never be another friend like you and all of you are the ones who made whom kye li is today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398743221835572514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwW0MOpSI/AAAAAAAAC94/9VrHrhKAq3c/s400/11243_165896273174_565963174_2855410_6098933_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398744006365303202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwxEeysUaI/AAAAAAAAC-g/bWwS6S-crdg/s400/11243_165895993174_565963174_2855407_510611_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398744000956966738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwxEKpPp1I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/AyOMJye4eYo/s400/11243_165896278174_565963174_2855411_7373766_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 class. 2 awesome. 3mendous. 4ever. 5 alpha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for the best 5 years of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and as our lives change, from whatever&lt;br /&gt;we will still be, friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i keep, i keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6333968264824712794?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6333968264824712794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6333968264824712794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6333968264824712794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6333968264824712794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-nostalgic-dosage-of-vitamin-cs.html' title='i need a nostalgic dosage of vitamin c&apos;s.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuwwqVj8flI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/A3eP4CvySyo/s72-c/11243_165895398174_565963174_2855400_4184438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8363555321078936455</id><published>2009-10-29T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:25:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is do or die.</title><content type='html'>pimples&lt;br /&gt;go away&lt;br /&gt;so i can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;graduate this saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes with the "rain rain go away" song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make an spm-aftermath list of what to dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get my license and rock KL town every night mwahahah~&lt;br /&gt;- stock my wardrobe to usher the new college year!&lt;br /&gt;- come back home with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hair. hahaha kidding kidding. i just wanna do something with my hair larh. dye. rebonding. highlight. whatever, just nooooo freaking curls...&lt;br /&gt;- work at a shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;- errrrr... list will be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;em&gt;-switches on nerd mode-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8363555321078936455?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8363555321078936455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8363555321078936455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8363555321078936455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8363555321078936455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-do-or-die.html' title='this is do or die.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7589936649102759452</id><published>2009-10-23T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:53:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caninotputafancytitleplease?</title><content type='html'>making use of the i-need-to-download-trial-papers excuse to come online so i wouldnt feel the guilt of not adhering to my 'study timetable'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was our hari anugerah koko. glad i've got both kecemerlangan and kepimpinan certs considering how inactive i was in koko... comparatively. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ceremony was just PERFECT for our last. so much more CHI GEK (errr, syok?) than previous years, though we did not have &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;second angkasawan or even datuk lee chong wei himself as guest of honour.. (we had the second angkasawan last year :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8-0E6U1I/AAAAAAAAC6I/lmhe-LZgm9w/s1600-h/9126_158676308174_565963174_2798336_6005885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395801615883719506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8-0E6U1I/AAAAAAAAC6I/lmhe-LZgm9w/s400/9126_158676308174_565963174_2798336_6005885_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; C'MON. THIS? LIKE HELL, WHICHEVER SCHOOL HIRE STUNTMEN FOR THEIR OPENING CEREMONY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i swear my pulse was racing to the limit as though i was in their shoes. my heart threatened to pump itself out of my chest when one of the stuntman nearly collide with the fan. so the picture itself speaks above everything; but imagine the blasting of music (somethin like "THE FINAL COUNTDOWN") and soaring confettis like shattered glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SYOK MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i absolutely love the chinese yoyo performance! but the ending of the ceremony was pathetic, which i shall not elaborate further or i might get bashed up...&lt;br /&gt;(no frets, i'm not even going to school anymore hahahahahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8_E6TpXI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/W4UohFmDJhM/s1600-h/9126_158655538174_565963174_2798216_468362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395801620402644338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8_E6TpXI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/W4UohFmDJhM/s400/9126_158655538174_565963174_2798216_468362_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND HELLO MR PRESIDENT FOR UBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE THE BEST CLUB FOR THE YEAR 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8_sU7fJI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/G329SHRN9gY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395801630983290002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8_sU7fJI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/G329SHRN9gY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people like him jealous... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHAN'S 17TH BDAY BASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395801612568538210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8-nugrGI/AAAAAAAAC54/CcHu-rJcvEc/s400/10624_160042287868_606657868_2857768_5316601_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8THWLkeI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/fel4lomyzPY/s1600-h/10624_160037222868_606657868_2857683_5176833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800865142182370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8THWLkeI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/fel4lomyzPY/s400/10624_160037222868_606657868_2857683_5176833_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well we WERE supposed to look silly and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800862792150514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8S-l47fI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/CcDvvrIwcek/s400/10624_160037217868_606657868_2857682_6914124_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but i think idzhan went overboard. hahaha. he looks pretty actually :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8TyuzvZI/AAAAAAAAC5w/QXJMHG4uMLU/s1600-h/10624_160042162868_606657868_2857750_8082545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800876788202898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8TyuzvZI/AAAAAAAAC5w/QXJMHG4uMLU/s400/10624_160042162868_606657868_2857750_8082545_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fooozy was high :D&lt;br /&gt;(she always is hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8TiTw6LI/AAAAAAAAC5o/BF5Y1PwlWh0/s1600-h/10624_160037232868_606657868_2857684_5673418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800872379803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8TiTw6LI/AAAAAAAAC5o/BF5Y1PwlWh0/s400/10624_160037232868_606657868_2857684_5673418_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no wonder the chicken wings look scrumptious because I TOOK THE PICTURE hahaha. was it me, chiong? i took the picture right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8TfL1JsI/AAAAAAAAC5g/gQW-FasGBQY/s1600-h/10624_160037257868_606657868_2857689_4375110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800871541221058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8TfL1JsI/AAAAAAAAC5g/gQW-FasGBQY/s400/10624_160037257868_606657868_2857689_4375110_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me literally sandwiched between chiong and sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395801614559398178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8-vJKySI/AAAAAAAAC6A/rClijks80_o/s400/10624_160042277868_606657868_2857766_7858382_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BIRTHDAY GIRL! *loves loves* i'm somehow camouflaged into the sofa..&lt;br /&gt;i look so stupid but i'm posting this picture for your sake, chan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayteeee nerd at work exhibit #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7589936649102759452?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7589936649102759452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7589936649102759452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7589936649102759452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7589936649102759452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/caninotputafancytitleplease.html' title='caninotputafancytitleplease?'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SuG8-0E6U1I/AAAAAAAAC6I/lmhe-LZgm9w/s72-c/9126_158676308174_565963174_2798336_6005885_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-220327807336357196</id><published>2009-10-21T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:27:02.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you, hana.</title><content type='html'>well well well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faranzasyns.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you.html"&gt;http://faranzasyns.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free publicity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and screw you julia pan yen yee for fabricating and twisting words around that made a genuine compliment sounded very much like an insult instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hugssss hana- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHE SAID I'M PRETTY HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-palaus julia-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U CAN SAY MEL'S PRETTY ALL YOU WANT.. GO AWAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayteee, nerd at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-220327807336357196?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/220327807336357196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=220327807336357196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/220327807336357196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/220327807336357196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-for-you-hana.html' title='this is for you, hana.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5708978228473531842</id><published>2009-10-19T21:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:27:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snoooooooooze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH, MY BELOVED CATPHOBIC-PANIC BUTTON-ADORABLE-TANGLED HAIR ALYSHA JAYKANT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll find time for a proper birthday post soon mkay. trust me! it might take weeks but trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm absolutely knackered. even typing at this moment is draining all the energy i have left from the oxidation of kfc earlier. it's like bulbasour has planted a leech seed on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam lambert's &lt;strong&gt;time for miracles&lt;/strong&gt; really depicts my current situation. with 30 days left and SPM looming ahead, i really need my fair share of miracles now. anyway the song is really something you'd wanna hear, say, seconds before the apocalypse (prophetically 2012). it's so good that it shouldnt even matter if the world's coming to an end. LOL i'm awesome at exaggerating btw :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw all my study timetables for mon and tues lah. still &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to spend the whole day tomorrow finalising the school magazine at the publisher's office. we better damn well clinch that champion's title for school magazine competition man. &lt;strong&gt;-fingers crossed- all that slavings better be worth it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the following post may only be understood by bio students (SORRY LARH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbled upon an impossible biology question on inheritance yesterday. it was about this female carrier of haemophilia deciding to get MARRIED and what should be done to avoid having haemophiliac children. well after many many schematic diagrams, i've concluded that having a haemophiliac son is inevitable. but i didnt think mrsm would set such a question if they didnt have an answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had few answers on mind before calling him up for... help. (i have a very damn big ego, nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't get married?"&lt;br /&gt;"prepare herself mentally to get a haemophiliac son and give all the moral support and mother's love she has towards him?"&lt;br /&gt;"use another female's ovum? surrogate mother?"&lt;br /&gt;"adopt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought my answers were CRAPPY until my significant other said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there's only one solution to this."&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD, I KNEW YOU KNOW THIS! I KNEW IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"biologically, she should marry a female. then problem's solved lor since female has a complete set of chromosomes!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ROFLMAO i still think it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5708978228473531842?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5708978228473531842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5708978228473531842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5708978228473531842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5708978228473531842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/snoooooooooze.html' title='snoooooooooze.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6357986034809076175</id><published>2009-10-17T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:45:01.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why dont you meet me halfway?</title><content type='html'>in my dreams which i tend to recall, i was the main character in final destination. i was bound to die in the end. more of fated actually. first nightmare in many many years. that's bad. probably it's the anxiety attack i had. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2012. apocalypse. more importantly, &lt;em&gt;ADAM LAMBERT! LAINE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the vid at laine's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm sorry but, where's kris allen again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; singing christmas carols in the church perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ED BOARD'S FAREWELL 09 @ SWISS GARDEN HOTEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were the celebrated ones. retiring makes me sound old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT7mzwTTI/AAAAAAAAC4w/P21bi6Yo0iI/s1600-h/8826_155755618174_565963174_2771466_3859462_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575049736244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT7mzwTTI/AAAAAAAAC4w/P21bi6Yo0iI/s400/8826_155755618174_565963174_2771466_3859462_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pappadom's toast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT8AqnTqI/AAAAAAAAC44/ke756hY7mMk/s1600-h/8826_155759478174_565963174_2771481_3051513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575056677228194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT8AqnTqI/AAAAAAAAC44/ke756hY7mMk/s400/8826_155759478174_565963174_2771481_3051513_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; food food food food food food food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT6g9NwQI/AAAAAAAAC4g/n-x1pWzh3CU/s1600-h/8826_155752583174_565963174_2771456_358192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575030985441538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT6g9NwQI/AAAAAAAAC4g/n-x1pWzh3CU/s400/8826_155752583174_565963174_2771456_358192_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT8gS0IxI/AAAAAAAAC5A/ti22yc_GUyM/s1600-h/8826_155763343174_565963174_2771518_3339111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393575065167340306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT8gS0IxI/AAAAAAAAC5A/ti22yc_GUyM/s400/8826_155763343174_565963174_2771518_3339111_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camwhore camwhore camwhore camwhore camwhore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393579023503017250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnXi6PlRSI/AAAAAAAAC5I/QbWCnWf9z2g/s400/8826_155763378174_565963174_2771521_7764796_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and more more more more more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my lazy-blogging mode currently :D hehehe bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6357986034809076175?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6357986034809076175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6357986034809076175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6357986034809076175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6357986034809076175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-dont-you-meet-me-halfway.html' title='why dont you meet me halfway?'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StnT7mzwTTI/AAAAAAAAC4w/P21bi6Yo0iI/s72-c/8826_155755618174_565963174_2771466_3859462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5286656904863501734</id><published>2009-10-15T19:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:05:04.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prehiatus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;im feeling sweet today.&lt;br /&gt;because someone said i look sweet.&lt;br /&gt;someone else said i look japanese.&lt;br /&gt;both are mere acquaintances. (strangers even)&lt;br /&gt;so im feeling sweet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA. syok sendiri at best, hor chiong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:140;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FREAKING OUT FOR SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;REALLY FREAKING OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5286656904863501734?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5286656904863501734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5286656904863501734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5286656904863501734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5286656904863501734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/prehiatus.html' title='prehiatus!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1849355587078551751</id><published>2009-10-10T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:12:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm.&lt;em&gt; public apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia's birthday is 7 nov. i remember his as 7 11.&lt;br /&gt;and i assumed that &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;october&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not deleting whatever i said.&lt;br /&gt;early gift. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i'm a month earlier! so what jia so what!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1849355587078551751?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1849355587078551751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1849355587078551751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1849355587078551751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1849355587078551751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7454672183067169247</id><published>2009-10-10T19:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:58:40.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma, i surrender to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" so what is it like being a SASArian? "&lt;br /&gt;" i tell you, it's the food you get..! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" share with us your experience of being a SASArian! "&lt;br /&gt;" first of all, we ALWAYS get free food! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390942428639674946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StB5k4-mQkI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Ixwwg6ExSHg/s400/9021_140513922630_611397630_2622451_8127467_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *picture's totally unrelated to sasa but related to above statement =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the impression now that SASA's all about.. food. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here's to those turned seventeen this october!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY "EIGHTEENTH" JOSHUA JACOBS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you're officially banned from even having the chance to join the exclusive M.I.L.K. hahaha. he reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;the joker&lt;/strong&gt; from dark knight when he... smiles. -shudders- we often accompany each other @ 7E while waiting for our respective never-punctual proton wiras! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HINT-POOL-PARTY-HINT BIRTHDAY, ONG JIA XIANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;in spite being crowned the winner of our private battle, i still think that you're the most ethical rival anyone could ever ask for. you've been one hell of a great academic competitor for these two years :D so even if i did lose, i'd lose graciously, i'd lose with satisfaction. BUT I WON HAHAHAH. anyway i dont think we'll ever meet again in future but all the best in your future undertakings! go cut some brain, jia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY "MILKY" SEVENTEEN, CHAN EE LYN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nana, pictures so i can publicize your pwetty face pwetty please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she's got a benz with the number 66. she lives near me. she gave me few lifts before in her mercedez benz. :D she's the typical little miss giggles. she secretly reminds me of serena from gg when she does the.. you know, the &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;serena does?! i dunno, i can only show the gesture! she has parents that coerce her to drink plain water all the time, JUST LIKE MINE. all in all channie's super! will post bout the blast we had at her party soon. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what did i say about karma again?&lt;br /&gt;downright vengeful!&lt;br /&gt;it leaves no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a page full of remorse but so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karma doesnt give a damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7454672183067169247?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7454672183067169247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7454672183067169247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7454672183067169247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7454672183067169247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/karma-i-surrender-to-you.html' title='karma, i surrender to you.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/StB5k4-mQkI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Ixwwg6ExSHg/s72-c/9021_140513922630_611397630_2622451_8127467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5981056961298245854</id><published>2009-10-06T18:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:50:02.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you a thousand times over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes you, ljy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to extent my best of luck (or lack thereof!) to all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pmr candidates of 2009&lt;/span&gt;! especially to all form threes of sbu (i think only sheng juen reads my blog so girl, you'll surely be blessed!), do strive to beat wilayah's record or maybe even the pengetua's impossibly ideal 140 straight As okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;aiyo, my right palm (the one which will strike me that 11A+ for spm, god bless) is currently wounded all hail to billy tanky aka &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tan kien yoong's&lt;/span&gt; sharp fingernails. we were playing snap. my hand felt this &lt;em&gt;stinging&lt;/em&gt; pain when it was buried underneath many many hands. (which implies that i rock in snap!) as i retreated from that pile of hands, my palm was a blob of fresh erythrocytes already. instinctively i knew it's tan kien yoong. the fella even had the stomach to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" hey your skin's on the table! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know i know, my attendance is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, adding another 3 days to it. is there a difference, no?&lt;br /&gt;well my mom encouraged me to skip that last day because she didnt want to fetch me back as early as 12.30 hahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;in these three consecutive self-proclaimed study leaves, i realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm envious towards early risers. from the many many things i can or should be jealous of, i choose this. because i really sleep too much. i struggle to open my eyelids in the mornings especially. and whenever the first streak of light greets me, half the day is already gone. so breakfast is a rare case. usually i have brunch or just go straight for dinner due to the queasy stomach. i'm one healthy fit, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently mr jim leonard approved of me. clap clap! congrats to my friends (a long list of them too) who got the congratulatory email!&lt;br /&gt;that certainly adds to my scholarship dilemmas. it's really improper to reject something good, yet the greed... i want&lt;strong&gt; the best&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to. drill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5981056961298245854?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5981056961298245854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5981056961298245854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5981056961298245854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5981056961298245854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='for you a thousand times over.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6406963280005478160</id><published>2009-10-05T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:17:10.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one bites the dust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: so teacher how do we get an A+?&lt;br /&gt;ever-smiling puan j: there's such a thing? -more smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julia: harh, teacher, you didnt read the newspaper ah!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;X INFINITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids nowadays, where's their manners i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389072138540754706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsnUjratJxI/AAAAAAAAC3o/7gF7gc--EkA/s400/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, that's the julia we all.... love/hate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be M.I.A. too together with lainey! miss me more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6406963280005478160?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6406963280005478160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6406963280005478160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6406963280005478160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6406963280005478160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='another one bites the dust!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsnUjratJxI/AAAAAAAAC3o/7gF7gc--EkA/s72-c/IMG_4502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1512346486414583384</id><published>2009-10-04T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:35:01.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quantum leap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;when you kill a man, you steal a life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you steal his wife's right to her husband, rob his children of a father.&lt;br /&gt;when you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;when you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the kite runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;likeeeeyyy&lt;/em&gt; this! yeah, notice that i should be studying instead of reading. one last book! i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1512346486414583384?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1512346486414583384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1512346486414583384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1512346486414583384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1512346486414583384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/quantum-leap.html' title='a quantum leap.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8549068377455626416</id><published>2009-10-03T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:54:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always us. always.</title><content type='html'>just when you're struggling and doing all your might to secure that one more mark just to cross that life-changing boundary, they have to come up with another bitter pill for us to swallow. 50 days or less, &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;. 17A1s and it's almighty? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAY HELLO TO A+&lt;/span&gt;, fellow spm candidates of 2009. yes, i'm talking about the monkeys of 1992, the batch with the most ROTTEN luck possible. has it dawned to you that we're always the unfortunate ones? civic? now with the implementation of a new grading system just less than 2 months before spm? all that chase for A1 seems insignificant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not pulling your legs, hell was i dumbfounded when i read through the news too. i even read it for 5 times yet still in denial. see it for yourself here : &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/3/nation/4835675&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/3/nation/4835675&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse still, there's no specific range for this A+. not that i know of yet anyway. rumour has it that the grade is based on impression marking? as said, miserable luck we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388395217818348930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Ssds5tN57YI/AAAAAAAAC3g/-XdmSJknLys/s400/Lost%2520Symbol%2520cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FINALLY DONE WITH IT AND I HAVE GREAT NEWS AMANDA, THE BOOK IS STILL PERFECTLY INTACT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IMO, i strongly prefer &lt;strong&gt;DIGITAL FORTRESS&lt;/strong&gt; over this, sorry dan brown. i actually dozed off halfway through the ramblings of philosophy.. religions.. and ancient histories. (i'm not religious so that might be the reason why =S) my advice will be, you're done with the book after the antagonist dies. yeah, whatever comes later - doesnt matter much to me. nevertheless it was a thrilling read and i like the unpredictable twist during the climax. XD so marc devan, you may regurgitate your words about my reading speed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cant get that A+ thing off my mind. brrrr. my brain cannot accept abrupt changes. X.X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8549068377455626416?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8549068377455626416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8549068377455626416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8549068377455626416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8549068377455626416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-always-us-always.html' title='it&apos;s always us. always.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Ssds5tN57YI/AAAAAAAAC3g/-XdmSJknLys/s72-c/Lost%2520Symbol%2520cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6584060460817964173</id><published>2009-09-30T20:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:41:30.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>benefit of all doubts.</title><content type='html'>so it's been a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;``m.i.L.k. laine. says:&lt;br /&gt;she didn't accept&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tahan my haemodialysis one most&lt;br /&gt;definitely must see the skema&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should attack her and photocopy the skema first before she comes into class&lt;br /&gt;so when she comes in we can shoot everything at her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone: i wrote so much and she gave me a *inserts undeserving marks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mel: i even DREW the diagram of the dialysis machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;jet: OH ME TOO ME TOO! -shoves his bio paper at us-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsN2XDqQ_JI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/7JWsL7vGM8Y/s1600-h/IMG_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...week. you know how it's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsN2WEoyFkI/AAAAAAAAC3I/1XTC6lIsljc/s1600-h/IMG_4442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387279700839241282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsN2WEoyFkI/AAAAAAAAC3I/1XTC6lIsljc/s400/IMG_4442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i must say, jet, your&lt;strong&gt; "KENNY"&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;toooooo&lt;/em&gt; HAWT that he shouldnt endure kidney failure in the first place! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, my dad felt a slight tremor as he was driving back to home. the impact of indonesia's earthquake at magnitude 6 or so. thank god he was alright. my maid thinks hari kiamat is coming, she's been droning on and on about this since &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; landslide. i'm all the way up in this secluded &lt;strong&gt;bukit&lt;/strong&gt;, so i felt absolutely nothing. may god bless the world. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an unrelated note, i feel relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that anxiety over the entire raya hols are bygones! worrying about my careless mistakes, about being the only one with the odd experiments, about getting the format wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CTRL+Z&lt;/span&gt; them and look at the bigger picture --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spm is looming in fif-&lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt;-ty days! baffling! the last time i counted, it was 125. time amazes me. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently in the world of dan brown's lost symbol. looking at the speed i'm reading, &lt;strong&gt;which is obviously not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 minutes per page marc,&lt;/strong&gt; it might take up to a week UNLESS i have an entire day's off. have not reached the climax yet, therefore it's not so much of a page-turner for me. i get distracted so i easily put the book down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in just one day (or maybe even 10 minutes), i'm officially in &lt;strong&gt;M.I.L.K.&lt;/strong&gt; -- a clique that we came up with out of serious boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST &lt;em&gt;LAINE, MEL AND I&lt;/em&gt;. we were boogling at our initials &lt;strong&gt;M L K&lt;/strong&gt; when i finally decided to call it &lt;strong&gt;MILK&lt;/strong&gt; just to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then IAN with his brilliant capital I came into the picture and somehow "perfected" our new clique/group/pact/whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence &lt;strong&gt;MILK &lt;/strong&gt;we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269935032690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsNtdoLD5rI/AAAAAAAAC2w/yA6V7a9e4Lc/s400/IMG_4461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;usually in an organization like this, we'll need proof of identity and beliefs. so we exploited the old deco for COOKE's tent, which have been long abandoned at the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOILA! THE FRIENDSHIP TOKENS FOR MILK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387275915370345954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsNy5uqqteI/AAAAAAAAC24/jLTZiJsoobg/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPERBLY LAME LEVEL 100!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i looked superbly ugly but.. this picture has to go up because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how we were sitted according to the jewel's arrangement? -points above-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387269927999852690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsNtdN-TUJI/AAAAAAAAC2o/-LBzI1V4W9Y/s400/IMG_4457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ian: my finger's big larh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not like it helped you to get rid of us three girls from forcing your finger into the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387279711899363490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsN2Wt1uKKI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/hcF74lVLYxE/s400/IMG_4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ian's finger was trembling and he was having difficulty balancing the jewel on his finger. ._____./&lt;br /&gt;excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i pity him for having to put up with our nuisance. he's a guy. A FREAKING MAN WITH GREAT AMOUNT OF EGO WITHIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387275921615756562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsNy6F7sHRI/AAAAAAAAC3A/cxE4WtjFDO8/s400/IMG_4477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LAINE'S FACE WAS SO OILY THAT SHE DID NOT HAVE A SINGLE TROUBLE HAVING THE JEWEL STICKING FIRMLY ONTO HER FOREHEAD! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussed physics paper with puan R and she gave us a long lecture on &lt;strong&gt;how to score like ian teng 50 days before your spm&lt;/strong&gt;. or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puan R: you must think deep into the question! THINK LIKE IAN, he thinks deep, straight into the solenoid! -does some hand gestures-&lt;br /&gt;laine: maybe because he belongs in the solenoid after all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OH MY GOD y'know what! i was sitting down on the couch with my legs folded in parallel when i realised my thighs have this rash-like blood clots. instantly drifted my mind to haemophilia and panicked. (i'm known for jumping into early conclusions) then i remembered the game we played in class (concentration!!!) which involved hitting our laps =.= hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an eventful day, very happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my conscience tells me that i should be studying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6584060460817964173?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6584060460817964173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6584060460817964173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6584060460817964173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6584060460817964173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/benefit-of-all-doubts.html' title='benefit of all doubts.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SsN2WEoyFkI/AAAAAAAAC3I/1XTC6lIsljc/s72-c/IMG_4442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2126808235612573263</id><published>2009-09-28T00:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:46:06.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forty winks and i'm..</title><content type='html'>so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten how to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; in just a week's time. had difficulties coordinating my fingers with the pen. even curdling a pen seems odd and.. quite tedious. like my brain doesnt register the fact that i am supposed to move the pen using my fingers. some crap like that. i dunno how to explain further &lt;em&gt;lahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est essay tomorrow some more. let's just hope hybrid cars comes out because i've done an extensive research on it. puan yeoh, don't change the paper, pretty please? if you do (and i really think you did, you have had a week's time.), gimme food technology or global warming or some GMOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE! something i DONT KNOW should not even appear right before my eyes tomorrow, understood?! LAWL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns. school. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2126808235612573263?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2126808235612573263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2126808235612573263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2126808235612573263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2126808235612573263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/forty-winks-and-im.html' title='forty winks and i&apos;m..'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1493351251090420463</id><published>2009-09-26T19:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:23:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infamous by now; come one come all!</title><content type='html'>i was interviewed by the director of ICPU (&lt;strong&gt;CANADIAN PRE-U PROGRAMME&lt;/strong&gt;) and i threw the utmost absurd question because we were encouraged to initiate &lt;em&gt;small talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so sir, where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH MY GOD I CAN &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STAB&lt;/span&gt; MYSELF WITH A DAGGER A MILLION TIMES YET SUICIDE IS OBVIOUSLY INADEQUATE TO COVER THAT EMBARRASSEMENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;things you do when you get &lt;em&gt;reallyyyy&lt;/em&gt; nervous; an unimaginably inane question breaks the ice! there, i made a total fool out of myself by stating the obvious. eventually i covered up by telling mr jim leonard my dreams of entering oxford u, back to where i was borned. (one can always dream hello, it's true anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you know, i originated quite near from you! i was borned in the uk :D (lacked ideas to cover up my stupidity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ian teng weng yew had to burst my bubble by saying that canada is in reality, quite far from the uk. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fcuk &lt;/span&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sr3-lg276YI/AAAAAAAAC2g/naBd8zcdnGA/s1600-h/Photo-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385740649833949570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sr3-lg276YI/AAAAAAAAC2g/naBd8zcdnGA/s400/Photo-0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sr3-lBZmaUI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/zcn5shKkvYI/s1600-h/Photo-0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385740641389406530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sr3-lBZmaUI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/zcn5shKkvYI/s400/Photo-0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for fun, since my camera's working again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr jim leonard&lt;/em&gt; is really chubby to the extent that i wanted to compliment him on his round rosy cheeks! then i thought of the briefing earlier; bad idea, bad idea. everyone wanted to be interviewed by him hahahaha! he was so nice that i thought i might have a shot at getting that award because he was telling me how diverse my co-curricular activities are when all i was involved in is &lt;strong&gt;bla bla bla bla and bla bla&lt;/strong&gt;, and how he thought our conversation's interesting. he ended every of my answers with a &lt;strong&gt;WOW, THAT'S EXCELLENT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom: canadians are polite and they love to say nice things, even if they despise you secretly they'll make it seem as though they love your company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;/em&gt;, scratch what i said previously :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was flipping through my certs with the most outrageous expression (which i find adorable!) and finally admitted that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haha, i dont know bahasa melayu so it's okay you can put the certs away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____T he couldnt read my pelajar terbaik certs T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am thankful that i was able to understand his accent too. and i was not asked to choose between help and taylor's nor he even &lt;em&gt;touched&lt;/em&gt; the surface of the topic. that's hallelujah already. all in all, i'm not garnering hopes for this because the students from damansara sri garden whatever international schools were darn intimidating. aly eavesdropped as they talked bout their achievements, O.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we have people who are comparatively good so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SBU BOLEH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; JUGAK OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently juggling between biomedical science and actuarial science. forget mass comm, rest my case on that haha. it's sad that i still cant picture myself in 10 years time whereas everyone else already has a plan at hand. what the hell will i be doing? how do i even get to doing it? i know i'll be married and all but, heck, i wanna be rich too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an opinion: accept SASA or wait for jpa/bank negara (where chances of securing the scholarships are MINIMAL)? brrrrrrr i wish my parents inconspicuously grew a real money tree at our backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1493351251090420463?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1493351251090420463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1493351251090420463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1493351251090420463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1493351251090420463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/infamous-by-now-come-one-come-all.html' title='infamous by now; come one come all!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sr3-lg276YI/AAAAAAAAC2g/naBd8zcdnGA/s72-c/Photo-0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7184721793621169312</id><published>2009-09-25T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:27:54.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pocket full of sunshines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SrzEeVXJFwI/AAAAAAAAC2I/waucWMP3mPo/s1600-h/9021_138528277630_611397630_2604511_1849838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385395279837599490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SrzEdKuCmVI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zUQSxuxapdc/s400/9021_138528257630_611397630_2604507_1066145_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SrzEdh6YzTI/AAAAAAAAC14/4UeUCTqNO0Q/s1600-h/9021_138528262630_611397630_2604508_4754843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385395266026786098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SrzEdh6YzTI/AAAAAAAAC14/4UeUCTqNO0Q/s400/9021_138528262630_611397630_2604508_4754843_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy people happy outing happy pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7184721793621169312?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7184721793621169312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7184721793621169312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7184721793621169312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7184721793621169312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-people-happy-outing-happy.html' title='pocket full of sunshines!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SrzEeVXJFwI/AAAAAAAAC2I/waucWMP3mPo/s72-c/9021_138528277630_611397630_2604511_1849838_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1607991565258100795</id><published>2009-09-25T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:30:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dropped my handphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and the phone's camera is functioning already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOOOO. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1607991565258100795?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1607991565258100795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1607991565258100795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1607991565258100795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1607991565258100795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dropped-my-handphone.html' title='i dropped my handphone'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4745714759514435671</id><published>2009-09-25T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:39:47.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission numero uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;try to study for est the night before?&lt;strong&gt; MUST &lt;/strong&gt;try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cut some hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lose that flabby arms and thighs that had my 8 years neighbour and family (steph to be specific) complaining whenever i pay my rare visits. just today they did it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get my hands on dan brown's the lost symbol and the kite runner! teehee i do realise i've been going on and on about this for few consecutive posts. can't help it :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;watch gg season 2, again. though i'm starting to wonder how the show lacks substance. i miss betty so suddenly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunt for aja's BELATED birthday present -- blair's headband with a big bow (challenging, for all i know they're only available at the upper east side of manhattan.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prepare myself mentally to embrace my results, which deemed to suck. god's punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this holiday ends. tick tock tick tock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caterpillar in the tree&lt;br /&gt;how you wonder who you'll be&lt;br /&gt;can't go far but you can always dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4745714759514435671?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4745714759514435671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4745714759514435671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4745714759514435671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4745714759514435671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/mission-numero-uno.html' title='mission numero uno'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6003834971237045129</id><published>2009-09-24T19:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:14:58.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小孩不笨</title><content type='html'>has its own tv series now, something worth your time watching and you dont need to master mandarin for that matter. singaporean jokes are somewhat lame but they actually cracked me up till my belly literally bounced! *(not that i have a belly, i think?) knowing mandarin however is a plus point because mandarin jokes too can be utmost hillarious! =D i'm no banana thankfully but i do regret giving up on mandarin, sometimes. at least i still speak the language, still able to recognize words and all the nonsensical han yu pin ying. anyway, you should really check out the tv series on youtube, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hana, going out to pav once doesnt make me a socialite, nor you an anti-social! but i fancy the idea of having a pair of homozygous recessive allele for anti social :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prove my point further,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT FACEBOOK. NEVER WILL, UNLESS PUAN JULIANA HAS ONE! STOP CONVINCING ME LAINE, IT'S NOT GONNA WORK -winks-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh my blog needs some colours, some pictures to spice things up. it's so bland reading word after word of teenage ramblings doesnt it? unfortunately you gotta bear with this for a while till i get the picture issue sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032674470388722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Srt6r7Gt4_I/AAAAAAAAC1o/Wdr7R68GBnI/s400/IMG_4327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;in pappadoms we believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munching on the biggest kuih kapit i've ever seen at the moment. one day i really think i'm going to inherit my dad's size. freaking biology tells me that they're in my genes. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excursion to the bookshop suddenly piques my interest in books, books which my mom will never buy unless none of my friends owns it. chanced upon dan brown's latest series -- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the lost symbol&lt;/span&gt;. it has no summary whatsoever at the back cover (GRRR) so i'm harbouring hopes that amanda has bought the book so i can take advantage once she's done! weee~ lim poi yin my dear, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kite runner&lt;/span&gt;, pretty please. sejarah and all can wait, time for some good books now! i'm really showing some social withdrawal symptoms....................... maybe&lt;em&gt; anti-social&lt;/em&gt; runs in my genes, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people dont forget, we still have est after raya. no frets though because dan's mom is the writer of the est textbook which still remains perfectly untouched in my school's locker XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6003834971237045129?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6003834971237045129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6003834971237045129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6003834971237045129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6003834971237045129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='小孩不笨'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Srt6r7Gt4_I/AAAAAAAAC1o/Wdr7R68GBnI/s72-c/IMG_4327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-286453428460791256</id><published>2009-09-23T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:15:07.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an ultimatum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jet is the MASTER OF BOWLING. happy? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outing today involved heaps of walking. walking from lrt station to times square, from times square to pavillion, from pavillion back to the lrt stations.. not forgetting shopping itself and it has to be today when i wore my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aly and nurul were my only companion of the same gender. the rest of the girls bailed on us. yin, aja, laine, mel, dharr, julia, kim, afzan... sorry to say but there wont be any outings until after spm :D nik was preoccupied with her kelate boyfriend, the national public speaking/debator champion, riza i think his name was. chumeng's height made it tougher for us to sneak into the cinema with an 18sx rating. haseef was gloomy when i couldnt accompany him back to putra lrt station after the outing. kien yoong was being gay, as usual and constantly persuading us to go for karaoke. jia xiang's outfit was perfect for a business meeting and had us pondering lifestyle of the rich. daniel was stupidly daniel. marc, jon and faisal were throwing a gay party at redbox room 34 and they headed for the ugly truth, a very inappropriate movie for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final destination you say? no shit.&lt;br /&gt;because the majority, the guys i mean, insisted that the movie sucked after listening to marc. marc sucks because he practically said every other movies available suck except for the ugly truth. in a nutshell, marc ruined my day haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up watching.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quote daniel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"never watch a movie with only one word." somewhat bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;"only people like ian will love that movie."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really not at all that bad. i just did not get the drift of the movie for the first 30 minutes until jiaxiang and haseef started mocking my lembap-ness. the concept of the movie was okay, very futuristic i must say; and there's this very prettyyyyy boyyyyy to feast my eyes. i thought the ending was abrupt, as though they exceeded their budget that they had to end it in a predictable happy ending. so hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384659225972393954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SronCXCdR-I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/tOuOBLdGVkI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;beautiful eh! logan lerman =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, we went bowling! the only reason why we were at times square anyway, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jiaxiang: i belong to pavillion, not times square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IM NOT KIDDING YOU. HE REALLY, REALLY SAID THAT. TSK TSK. poor kien yoong was the victim because times square is his so called hometown. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowling as mentioned, i'm a natural at it. like seriously, i have this grace when i spin the ball. i have the movement of a bowler okay! and i was LEADING THE SCOREBOARD until jet had a strike for the last two rounds. i was somehow distracted, or overly flattered by my own talent (sheesh) at the crucial rounds which ultimately made way to jet's victory. sixty two points was something deserving applaud for an amateur like me okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jet: my right arm feels limp now larh.&lt;br /&gt;me: because of bowling? mine feels fine &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;jet: well you took the pink ball, number 8. mine was a TWO DIGIT ball okay.&lt;br /&gt;me: pink ball's designated for GIRLS. and anyway you DID use the pink ball for a few times.&lt;br /&gt;jet: ....................................&lt;br /&gt;me: my legs are sore though.&lt;br /&gt;jet: SO CHAAAA! mine's fine!&lt;br /&gt;me: i wore heels and shopped for two hours after you left!&lt;br /&gt;jet: ..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL I'M GOOD AT MAKING GUYS GO GAGA AND TOTALLY SPEECHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will post up pictures when nurul sends them. my phone camera's spoilt. ughhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-286453428460791256?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/286453428460791256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=286453428460791256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/286453428460791256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/286453428460791256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimatum.html' title='an ultimatum.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SronCXCdR-I/AAAAAAAAC1Y/tOuOBLdGVkI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-794169725946972225</id><published>2009-09-23T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:38:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart went pitter patter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the moment i laid eyes on you amongst the sea of faces. almost three years now yet you still give me that tingling sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laine, when you're reading this, i might be tugging onto someone's shirt (whoever unlucky enough to sit beside me) yelping at my best, wishing you were there with me too. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's frustrating that i cant reply smsses at the moment. sorta grounded from using my phone because my bill was horrifying the last two months that my dad finally thought it was.. enough. T___T explains why youve been receiving texts from me from various phone numbers too. including my maid's sometimes when the situation gets critical. even &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; has credit =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nails are a shade of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and i am regretting it because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad: you have a smoker's nails!&lt;br /&gt;dad: no no.. like some penyakit lahhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-794169725946972225?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/794169725946972225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=794169725946972225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/794169725946972225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/794169725946972225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-went-pitter-patter.html' title='my heart went pitter patter'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6279049673470672542</id><published>2009-09-20T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:22:52.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're daddy's little girl.</title><content type='html'>sigh, one after another, seriously, this technology curse never will cease. technology hates me i suppose T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow a virus (how the hell it ACTUALLY thrives in there, god knows) is detected in my CAMERA and that no files can be copied into the computer because my antivirus is too &lt;strong&gt;POWERFUL.&lt;/strong&gt; (where did the strength go when i needed them most? when there was trojan horses attacking full force and shutting down my entire software? where?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence the video that was recorded solely for aja azman could not be published. such a pitiable waste because it took me almost 10 takes to be finally satisfied with the outcome and the outcome is really fantastic even to my own eyes. perasan but true, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll go with the old school, usual dedications that always appear in blogs. the writing a 500 word essay on the birthday guy/girl thing? then many many many pictures and a blissful &lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt; as the perfect happy ending? *eh read again, both sentences rhymed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AJA BINTI AZMAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y'know, malay names (no discriminations intended) are usually adorned with nurs and amirahs and sitis.. but this dear fried of mine here is named just after three letters and two alphabets, definitely beats the shortest chinese name you'd ever find. coincidentally she is borned short too akin to the length of her name :D short but sweet, short but adorable, short but gosh, loud. her laughter, mind you, totally opposes her size which often deceives people into thinking that she's someone petite and bulliable. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU'RE WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've not much to write about her, she's pretty indescribable. someone whom you have to be closely knitted to to know her indepth. known her for four years now, and i think she's a COOL great buddy anyone can ever have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST OF ALL, we're uber die-hard fan of I NOT STUPID! (difference in race is never a barrier, talk about one malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383921523862887266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SreIGchtW2I/AAAAAAAAC1M/BlbKuE_G0Z8/s400/shawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda prefer cheng cai after watching the recent tv series leh... shyttt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, aint gonna end this dedication with an i love you, you're my best friend crap whatsoever, because not only they're common, overratedly mundane too.&lt;br /&gt;SO... how do i make this ending special eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we'll be in contact for the next 10 20 30 years, no ending necessary okay my friend! your mom's nuggets rock my recess!!! and my mom's nasi goreng beats your nuggets anytime too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;BELATED TO THE POINT WHERE THE MONTH OF SEPTEMBER IS SOON ENDING&lt;/em&gt; BIRTHDAY, AJA AZMAN! &lt;/span&gt;i owe you one and neither are you free from debting me too, it's a tie. let's just buy each other's presents of our own choice on wed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6279049673470672542?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6279049673470672542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6279049673470672542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6279049673470672542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6279049673470672542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-daddys-little-girl.html' title='you&apos;re daddy&apos;s little girl.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SreIGchtW2I/AAAAAAAAC1M/BlbKuE_G0Z8/s72-c/shawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7832284662727211597</id><published>2009-09-19T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:01:54.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those gadget-faulty days, again.</title><content type='html'>i... i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm sorry, erin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cant believe i'm stating an apology to this bitch =s&lt;br /&gt;MY BAD okay. i'm the one who needs to be saved. ._____.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justtt... take a look at that havoc in my cbox. yeah, silly silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, if you've noticed, i havent been online much because my streamyx has been utmost&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; lansi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the max! i gave a call to the technician, and this super nyanyuk one woke me up at 9 in the morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nyanyuk fella: ini ____?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya ya.&lt;br /&gt;nyanyuk: telefon line awak takde problem kan.&lt;br /&gt;me: ada, tak boleh guna. saya sudah complain semalam.&lt;br /&gt;nyanyuk: tetapi saya sedang call telefon awak sekarang, awak sedang jawab kan!&lt;br /&gt;me: bukan, ini telefon bimbit saya bukan telefon rumah.&lt;br /&gt;nyanyuk: ini telefon rumah awak la, saya call number ini *states my house phone number&lt;br /&gt;me: tetapi..tetapi.. ini telefon BIMBIT saya!&lt;br /&gt;nyanyuk: OKAY, AWAK TENGOK. SAYA CALL LAGI NOMBOR INI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pissing mad at this nyanyuk okay. not only he woke me up this early on a wonderful saturday morning, he was doubting my ability to differentiate between my house phone and my handphone. sheesh, service nowadays. best part? he did not call back. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, streamyx did not function as we obviously &lt;strong&gt;deserve &lt;/strong&gt;to. hello, we pay 88 bucks a month for what? nothing but slow, nyanyuk technicians, nothing but disconnections and bad services, nothing but frustrations and devastations when the DSL light wouldnt stabilize itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unable to put up with this anymore, dad and i bought ourselves a spanking new router from p1w1max (i dont remember the name sorry). then the impossible happened when we returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streamyx was functionable. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZHA DOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're terminating it anyway. unless that new p1w1max has no match against streamyx's speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" why does time fly when we're talking? "&lt;br /&gt;" happy times past quickly! maybe we should be sad so you can save your credit! :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just priceless, man~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7832284662727211597?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7832284662727211597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7832284662727211597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7832284662727211597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7832284662727211597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-gadget-faulty-days-again.html' title='one of those gadget-faulty days, again.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4491591065956442301</id><published>2009-09-18T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:55:47.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;erinchuah@hotmail.com said (12:19 AM):&lt;br /&gt;golden palace of the horses&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;erinchuah@hotmail.com said (12:20 AM):&lt;br /&gt;go look at the roof and you'll see the GOLDEN HORSES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;her ._____. for the record erin, there's no golden horses at the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; supposed to be a holiday. no i'm not happy about it at all because&lt;br /&gt;- we were SUPPOSED to finish up spm trials. like heck, no one in the ministry remembered EST when considering the day off. EST's so insignificant. EST's crap. WELL, TELL YOU WHAT, EST IS B-ABLE!!! i wouldnt be surprised if this subject actually contaminate my spm slip with a B (choi!!!). now that it's postponed to next monday, i'm not exactly mer-de-ka yet. lalala~&lt;br /&gt;- i was supposed to get back this book from aly. haha. but it's the minor reason why.&lt;br /&gt;- was supposed to pay for my martin seminar fees after school. there might not be spaces left next week. aiks. T___T&lt;br /&gt;- jy and i were supposed to go out for lunch together. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p/s. there'll be an outing to times square this coming wednesday, 11am till late! we'll be watching &lt;strong&gt;the final destination&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(i dont care!)&lt;/em&gt; at imax theatre and maybe go for bowling afterwards. i'm not the organizer (bah i dont wanna be!!! YIN!) so sms nurul to confirm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4491591065956442301?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4491591065956442301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4491591065956442301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4491591065956442301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4491591065956442301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/aftermath-of.html' title='the aftermath.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8221064181019456647</id><published>2009-09-13T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:38:12.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when people run in circles, it's a very very...</title><content type='html'>my limbs feel jelly. my body is radiating this burning sensation. i'm highly exothermic now -.- gosh, hope it's not a fever attack.. not at this saat-saat genting, please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chikungunya. my favourite word for the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julia cheated during science, literally. she was mouthing number 3 across the room to me haha! worse still, she &lt;em&gt;DOUBTED&lt;/em&gt; my answer and quite insistent that hers was right. (mine was correct, BOOO!) shyt, that made me a supporter to the cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna read the kite runner. i wanna watch gossip girl season 2 &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. i wanna meet leighton meester. i wanna have blair's charming hairbands though i know ill look riddiculous in them. i wanna sleep for 3 days straight. i wanna watch the final destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna die now because my body feels.. limp and floppy. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8221064181019456647?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8221064181019456647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8221064181019456647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8221064181019456647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8221064181019456647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-people-run-in-circles-its-very.html' title='when people run in circles, it&apos;s a very very...'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2512441256399446257</id><published>2009-09-11T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:43:01.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was meant to be a special day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh my god.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you not realise the date?&lt;br /&gt;it's it's.. &lt;em&gt;september eleventh!&lt;/em&gt; -shivers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER THOSE JUNIORS WERE TALKING BOUT &lt;em&gt;WORLD TRADE CENTRE&lt;/em&gt;.. i was tempted to tell them that the issue's stale and so yesterday already.. thank goodness i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing happened on the 9 9 9 either. i didnt get 99 roses whatsoever (LAWL!). i studied almost 99 pages of science though? it's okay laine, we'll spend our triple 10 better next year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2512441256399446257?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2512441256399446257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2512441256399446257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2512441256399446257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2512441256399446257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-meant-to-be-special-day.html' title='it was meant to be a special day.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-59882504594891288</id><published>2009-09-11T18:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:02:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drill, youknowwho, drill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;chill, you're at the &lt;strong&gt;right &lt;/strong&gt;blog. right website. it's kyeli you're reading about. it doesnt mean i've changed just because i'm not all about pink and trebuchet ms anymore. the colour's maroon now and i'm quaintly fond of... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title's dedicated to this&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of mine who's merely another taman away! i'm watching you too with my advanced telescope through your bathroom, youknowwho!!! and you have no telepathy, please! can you comment, now? hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fresh after a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 hour&lt;/span&gt; nap!&lt;br /&gt;it was the longest since trials, no kid, which i finally get to shut my eyes in tranquility and dream of flowers roller coasters food, you know, only lighthearted, serene things; instead of the usual -- papers, ticking clocks, pens, correction tapes, books books and loads of books.. yes, my dreams have been been revolving around those. *CTRL+Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping at 1 am every night has been the order of the day. back in those days, i used to sleep at insane times for ENTERTAINMENT purposes... i'm so green with envy at those UPSR students right now! NO FAIR!!! 3 days and they're done! i have what, &lt;em&gt;THREE FREAKING WEEKS INSTEAD&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N O F R E A K I N G F A I R at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's also correctively unjust to declare freedome even after trials because the big day is approaching and stalking us in every corner of life, reminding us each second that it will make its grand appearance soon enough. go die lah, -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to put up few pictures but since i've reformatted my computer, it will be troublesome to install my phone's software solely for blogging. &lt;strong&gt;and my readers dont really deserve the effort, anyway&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA~&lt;em&gt; -bitter to the core!-&lt;/em&gt; might quit blogging soon and join the crowd at facebook. well, i DO have a profile there okay, just no updates like julia's "OH I'M SINGLE YET UNAVAILABLE" crap and unlike &lt;em&gt;dharr&lt;/em&gt; who doesnt even have one yet loves high-fiving me because she thinks we're sama-sama kataks di bawah tempurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aja i realized sometime during your birthday last year was also when i reformatted this old hag of a computer, and i desperately put up -imaginary pictures- of us as your birthday post. yeah come to think of it, it was pathetic. i'll come up with a video dedication. yes i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt much bout trials. well obviously apart from grasping essential knowledges just to score an A1. i realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; i need to build up my social network.&lt;/strong&gt; i see classmates getting tips from cochrane connaught sri hartamas bla bla, and i barely have anyone out there. (WELL GOT LARH BUT NOT PEOPLE WHOM I'LL CALL JUST TO GET TIPS FROM) but i'd like to thank jiahui and wen xin, nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;you must always take what's given to you&lt;/strong&gt;, because in a way, it shows god's blessings. therefore i never reject tips in spite feeling guilty to the core for relying on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;my gravitational pull is faulty&lt;/strong&gt; it's makin' me sooo worried at the moment, daymn. the fact that i know every single processes involved in this gravitational pulling is not comforting too... gosh, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;corpus luteum&lt;/span&gt;, what happ&lt;img class="gl_list_num" alt="Numbered List" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;ened to you!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, that came out inappropriate. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have another week to go. to &lt;em&gt;drill&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gunung jerai di kedah tua -- kebanggaan / kesyukuran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel: I PUT KESYUKURAN!&lt;br /&gt;ian: -was flipping through the sejarah book looking for SEKOLAH WAWASAN and found out that his answer was right after all- THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;jiaxiang: OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU IAN!!! -HUGGING IAN'S ARMS, NO MISTAKE-&lt;br /&gt;mel: THANK GOD? OH MY GOD IT'S CORRECT!&lt;br /&gt;ian and jiaxiang: O.O WHAT'S CORRECT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually enjoy the moments after handing in the papers, where we'll either exclaim in celebration because our guns were right on target, or plainly emo because... need i explain?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin, the science paper did not smell like pizza, it smelled like it's made of convex lenses to me. translates to: shit, physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that fuss about not blogging until after trials, it was downright bull eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;taaaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-59882504594891288?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/59882504594891288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=59882504594891288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/59882504594891288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/59882504594891288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/drill-youknowwho-drill.html' title='drill, youknowwho, drill!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-1372060362334014371</id><published>2009-09-10T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:01:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yelps~</title><content type='html'>DAMN SESAT. I'M ONLINE LIKE A DAY BEFORE SEJARAH. SOMEONE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SLAP&lt;/span&gt; MEEE PLEASE`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SqkQbLDaqhI/AAAAAAAACzo/hHX1Am_Hgak/s1600-h/PICT0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379849288880400914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SqkQbLDaqhI/AAAAAAAACzo/hHX1Am_Hgak/s400/PICT0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awww, jy :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's history tomorrow.....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -suffocates with unnecessary facts congesting my cerebrum-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe~ just one more dayyy, &lt;strong&gt;the final destination&lt;/strong&gt; in imax theatre awaits. i need to get out of my comfort zone, thriller should be the thing for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-1372060362334014371?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1372060362334014371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=1372060362334014371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1372060362334014371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/1372060362334014371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/yelps.html' title='yelps~'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SqkQbLDaqhI/AAAAAAAACzo/hHX1Am_Hgak/s72-c/PICT0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6361464206626134558</id><published>2009-09-09T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:30:23.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quickie!</title><content type='html'>okay. hi for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm rather relaxed at the moment because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIOLOGY IS OVER! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did fine? *edited* (memang larh, i should be ashamed of myself should i not get an A1 after being fed by all the tips; whatever's worth, an A1 should be deserving, right????? =S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeeming: go away, we're sitting for one of the toughest paper in spm in 5 minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;LK student: =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sejarah is imminent and just a day after tomorrow. WHICH I STILL HAVE TO ATTEND SCHOOL WHEREAS EVERYONE ELSE WILL BE NERDING OVER HISTORY BECAUSE I HAVE SCIENCE, &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING&lt;/strong&gt;, SCIENCE TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes i just love ranting bout my life, tc =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have so much to post about, so much have been happening, especially especially bout SASA scholarship interview and this girl i met there who is so shrewd that it made me feel shallow bout the way i view at life. hahahah but we hate her all the same, right kim! you'll hear from me after a week kay, both bout the interview AND the cocky, overly matured &lt;strong&gt;biatch&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know i reformatted my computer? sam tong betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6361464206626134558?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6361464206626134558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6361464206626134558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6361464206626134558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6361464206626134558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-quickie.html' title='another quickie!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5677255334099435170</id><published>2009-09-04T21:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:45:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i leafed through the papers, whoa deja vu!</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shyt, i did not stay true to my vows and promises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever larrhh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;woon ee laine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did not either xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 3 subjects down &lt;em&gt;-throws confetti-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and 8 subjects pending &lt;em&gt;-stabs myself with a compass-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still surviving, still surviving.&lt;br /&gt;because you know, trial papers are circulating everywhere throughout kl, tips will come knocking at my door &lt;strong&gt;persistently&lt;/strong&gt; by 10 every night.&lt;br /&gt;so this post goes to that particular someone out there with the papers somehow; thank you&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; much and i hope you freakin' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your spm dude! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what sarcasm? none intended.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even &lt;em&gt;andrew choo&lt;/em&gt; can't save our ass when the real one comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, TRIALS = TRY only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mel: we'll be prepared when spm comes...&lt;br /&gt;me: didnt we say this before trials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aja, happyyyy 17th~ i'm sorry, my phone's barred! was planning to call you by midnight! hope you see this m'kay, i'll dedicate a bday post after trials :D lubb you to bits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay okay gotta go now bio sej physics science chem add maths bla bla bla are getting so impatient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5677255334099435170?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5677255334099435170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5677255334099435170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5677255334099435170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5677255334099435170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-leafed-through-papers-whoa-deja.html' title='when i leafed through the papers, whoa deja vu!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6946745869429486939</id><published>2009-08-18T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:10:07.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>optimism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wokay, this &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; gonna be my last post till SPM TRIALS...(sudah pasti &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;menang&lt;/span&gt;! *ditto the title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely nothing to say actually =S working on my testimonial. it feels like crap. no &lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;feel like crap. 5 years in school and c'&lt;img class="gl_align_full" alt="Justify Full" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;mon, that's all you've ever done, kye li?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MASSIVE PALAU-ING BEGINS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are going to miss me very bery much, arent you? wish me luck yo, im on a mission to beat jia -morphs to a kiasu-! give it your best people, let's make kamariah PROUD, AS IN &lt;strong&gt;SPEECHLESSLY&lt;/strong&gt; PROUD OF US 2009 BATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the title is indeed relevant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6946745869429486939?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6946745869429486939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6946745869429486939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6946745869429486939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6946745869429486939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/optimism.html' title='optimism!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3147647497914900755</id><published>2009-08-14T22:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:09:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my photoshop deserved a death sentence.</title><content type='html'>i give up doing motions along the straight line! it's so silly. why do i careeee if the particle (most likely a GULI because it resembles one) even freaking moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing the class layout (it's finally, finally done!), i realized each and everyone of us in class are simply unique and complement each other. we're like 33 pieces of jigsaw puzzles that actually fit into each other's flaws and eventually combined to form a picturesque scene. maybe that's how everyone think of their class anyway, haha. but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES LAINE, HASEEF, JIA, A CHIBI-FREE LIFE WE HAVE NOW! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i'm done with all the never-ending layouts for ed board! i can finally rest in peace and retire soon as the head of arts and graphics&lt;strong&gt; (noooo it's still MINE for now till the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; published)&lt;/strong&gt; to all my devoted members, yes, we've made it. =D you may start uninstalling the most laggy software on earth now (or so i've encountered) -- &lt;strong&gt;adobe photoshop!*&lt;/strong&gt; i'm actually looking forward to the proof reading sessions yet all i should be concerned about is spm/trials/spm/trials/spm/trials.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not applicable to valerie hen. sorry woman =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SoVw1GXDLxI/AAAAAAAACzg/LV9vCutTVLA/s1600-h/IMG_4194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369822188251852562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SoVw1GXDLxI/AAAAAAAACzg/LV9vCutTVLA/s400/IMG_4194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *picture from missing-alibi.blogspot.com aka laine :D (i'm finally giving credits after multiple attempts of stealing your pictures =D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was our last -dramatic expression- last, chemistry experiment -- saponification. we produced soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we failed it, even with IAN TENG in the group. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZHA DOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;puan lee actually patted my back to comfort my distress, it was quite embarrassing that she sensed my dejected expression. HAHA but thanks a lot teacher. =D well we did not exactly FAIL the experiment, it's very unlikely that you wont obtain soap after boiling and cooling and conducting god-knows-what processes for 2 periods. it's just that, the amount of soap that coagulated on our filter paper was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was enough to cleanse my fingers.&lt;/strong&gt; wait no, i think it was only sufficient to sanitize the &lt;strong&gt;tips&lt;/strong&gt; of my left hand's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate soap people. we're taking things for granted, heck. the next time you lather a handful of shampoo on your head, think of how pathetic my saponification experiment went, you might start saving. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been an interesting week, at least the three out of five days that i attended school. i cannot bear to imagine my attendance, seriously. it's hopeless. so i've lost hope of actually salvaging it, might as well ponteng to impress through my results so people wont bother looking at my attendance. :D on a happier note, it's friday! ;D goodbye, adobe photoshop cs3, you've been hell of a company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i need to start &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;palau-ing&lt;/span&gt; my blog lah. i wonder how do you do it, julia? getting palau-ed i mean? my blog needs to learn from you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chasing the very last train when it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3147647497914900755?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3147647497914900755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3147647497914900755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3147647497914900755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3147647497914900755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-photoshop-deserved-death-sentence.html' title='my photoshop deserved a death sentence.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SoVw1GXDLxI/AAAAAAAACzg/LV9vCutTVLA/s72-c/IMG_4194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8600263331168525010</id><published>2009-08-12T01:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:50:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie.</title><content type='html'>who is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transformers'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think physics.. think physics.. think physics.. no, dont scroll down till you figure it out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRAN&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;labelled the &lt;em&gt;lamest&lt;/em&gt; joke ever yet i was the&lt;strong&gt; slowest&lt;/strong&gt; to catch the meaning of it (because i was really thinking physics); &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; to laugh and the &lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; to remain chuckling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who finds this reallyyyyy hillarious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8600263331168525010?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8600263331168525010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8600263331168525010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8600263331168525010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8600263331168525010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/optimus-clan-quick-quiz.html' title='quickie.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3413726811993015954</id><published>2009-08-11T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:40:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in a love/hate relationship with your ego.</title><content type='html'>i dont know why i look so awful in pictures. it's like i have this other shadow masking me whenever i'm in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still awake completing the application for taylor's principal award. realized i only have one passport photo left, which was taken ages ago when i had a &lt;em&gt;faulty&lt;/em&gt; haircut. i looked like i'm appealing for a punch on my face with that muka &lt;em&gt;bo syok&lt;/em&gt;. yer, so bo syok right now. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yer yer yer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom: you look pitiful... you &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; put that picture! they'll pity you and offer that scholarship.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thank you. i mean to my face. scholarship, thank you very muchie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will start to abandon my blog real soon, once i get into the mood of &lt;em&gt;bertahannuth&lt;/em&gt; in my lovely cubicle of books! the conference meeting with our principal was somehow inspiring, i'm all but motivated to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puan kamariah: you WILL get that straight As right?&lt;br /&gt;XXX: i'll try to get.&lt;br /&gt;puan kamariah: no, you must.&lt;br /&gt;XXX: okay, i must...?&lt;br /&gt;puan kamariah: good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;never in my LIFE i've/we've been interrogated by the PRINCIPAL of the school. worse still, it was in the teacher's conference room which i've barely been into. there she was, doing this oral agreement with us, and that we're due to meet her AGAIN after spm trials. it was a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i screw up and unable to maintain my diagnostic's result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puan kamariah: what happened to &lt;strong&gt;yes i will&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3413726811993015954?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3413726811993015954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3413726811993015954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3413726811993015954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3413726811993015954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-lovehate-relationship-with-your.html' title='i&apos;m in a love/hate relationship with your ego.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2552787305905441402</id><published>2009-08-09T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:58:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently in my own cubicle of books.. few weeks, that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the font too big btw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2552787305905441402?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2552787305905441402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2552787305905441402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2552787305905441402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2552787305905441402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-in-my-own-cubicle-of-books.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5976328461081468422</id><published>2009-08-08T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:49:35.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you found kye li!</title><content type='html'>have been pondering over the speed at which my blog loads -- it's extremely slow that i didn't even feel like visiting the page anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with few simple clicks using my kemahiran ICT, the problem's fixed!&lt;br /&gt;turns out that the stupid ad above this post was the bug. (no longer there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so now i know where all my readers went... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;COME BACK, PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5976328461081468422?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5976328461081468422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5976328461081468422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5976328461081468422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5976328461081468422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-you-found-kye-li.html' title='you found kye li!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-6288543399838622820</id><published>2009-08-08T18:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:47:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fluke drug.</title><content type='html'>you know how i've been lamenting my misery over having no company during tuition and that i only know few hello-goodbye acquaintances outside my own circle of friends? i think that's what you call anti social. but now with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sn1Pv7T957I/AAAAAAAACzY/ElIEa38vNaA/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367534015689385906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sn1Pv7T957I/AAAAAAAACzY/ElIEa38vNaA/s400/Photo-0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALYSHA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not alone anymore! i'll have someone to walk with to the lrt station after tuition. i'll have this other anti social with me so we can just be obsessed among ourselves and dont have to feel weird being social rejects because we have each other's back. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL we both TRIED to make friends during physics today to prove to some people (because dharr and laine just wouldnt stop rubbing salt); it didnt work out so well. HAHAH. i talked to julian and zui khai. oh wait, they're from my school... =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti social or not, i'm happy with myself, whatever =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a big cup of coffee last night (the size of a normal bottle) to prepare myself physically so i can drill on sejarah, all the way to the end till i reach the best page anyone could ever long for in a history textbook -- rumusan. with each page, i gulped down a mouthful of bitterness, and i combat with my eyelids. and like magic, i completed the entire chapter without having to fidget around looking for food! it might be due to the chapter itself, which i find the best among everything i've read so far in sejarah -- world wars -- but what they said bout the effects of caffeine in biology is really true! i was totally alert and absorbed and i could even feel the surge of adrenaline in my brain. &lt;em&gt;in spite paying trips to the loo for &lt;strong&gt;every 15 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;, i didnt think anything was wrong until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache attacked, with full force, just when i reached &lt;em&gt;the blessed page&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my secret weapon to survive the absurd schedule during spm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;down the drain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-6288543399838622820?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/6288543399838622820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=6288543399838622820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6288543399838622820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/6288543399838622820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/fluke-drug.html' title='a fluke drug.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sn1Pv7T957I/AAAAAAAACzY/ElIEa38vNaA/s72-c/Photo-0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8764412537619749081</id><published>2009-08-03T16:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:44:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i accelerated.</title><content type='html'>currently annoyed with my anti virus for removing my camera's files to a virus vault which most of the pictures taken are inside. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motion master sucked. it was about some annoying kid who missed his school bus and that his fellow "pet" has to fly across highways and buildings to catch the bloody school bus with him. the audiences were of course, watching the 4d animated clip through the pet's eyes. i felt like telling the stupid boy to just stay at home and stop being so spirited over school. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE SPACESHIPS AND ALL?! disappointing! the casino i mentioned? THEY HIRED TWO BURLY GUARDS ALREADY. efficient, must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759589768872338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6vpRwZI/AAAAAAAACyw/EZNPJOHx754/s400/Photo-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i wanted to keep the 4d specs! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head was throbbing after few thrilling rides. worst headache i've ever had and it really felt like a mild stroke. i could sense my delicate capillaries bursting whenever i screamed in fear especially during the ride on the &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; flying coaster and the &lt;em&gt;IN&lt;/em&gt;famous solero. &lt;em&gt;flying coaster's thrilling'o'meter: 9/10.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i challenge you to try it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really courageous for a girl too that i ought to applaud myself for being able to defy gravity! heights, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759829221592130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncCIrrQTEI/AAAAAAAACzQ/FUOOhyDNPCg/s400/Photo-0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and i also think i've built up some sturdy biceps after the rock climbing. damn it was not easy. managed to go as far as this arabian boy, and for someone who doesnt exercise at all like me, it's something that i can be proud of too! HAHAH actually i was silently cursing that boy to give up when he reached the same height i did, and like deja vu, he couldnt locate any rocks within his reach to hold on to so down he went... just like me. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759824554833554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncCIaSnNpI/AAAAAAAACzI/4_NyB9UwGRM/s400/Photo-0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the part where i exclaimed to my already laughing dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANT FIND ANY ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;so i slided eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncCIBrv_4I/AAAAAAAACzA/sBXJvR8d8dc/s1600-h/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759817949380482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncCIBrv_4I/AAAAAAAACzA/sBXJvR8d8dc/s400/Photo-0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sis and i after the flume ride. my sis's daring larh weh, i thought she was gonna cry when our 'boat' reached the top (highest potential energy!) and about to skid downwards at maximum velocity.. (even i was quivering during that few seconds) but she didn't. my genes my genes =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6jkp1ZI/AAAAAAAACy4/RHQOLVb71s8/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759586528253330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6jkp1ZI/AAAAAAAACy4/RHQOLVb71s8/s400/Photo-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's my cousin bro from taiwan and he's only a year elder than me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6d4vDHI/AAAAAAAACyo/tVXJGtPCZEM/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759585001868402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6d4vDHI/AAAAAAAACyo/tVXJGtPCZEM/s400/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was quite enthralling.. i was sliding in the 'antique looking car' with wheels everywhere like nobody's business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB5wfyX0I/AAAAAAAACyY/iAlWtXPdPyc/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759572817633090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB5wfyX0I/AAAAAAAACyY/iAlWtXPdPyc/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the swing made me giddy so i closed my eyes throughout the ride hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6NAyDZI/AAAAAAAACyg/P41FeJoIFKY/s1600-h/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759580472216978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6NAyDZI/AAAAAAAACyg/P41FeJoIFKY/s400/Photo-0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camwhore jap while queuing for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm a &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt; at bumper cars lah! so i would like to conclude that i might be a borned driver too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell genting was fun and i've totally forgotten bout lenka there. elaine was not able to make it too so i feel much, much better because she wanted to flaunt pictures of her and lenka! yet now she can't :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well soon people, heard news of might-have-been h1n1 cases among you out there.. take care ayte. =] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8764412537619749081?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8764412537619749081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8764412537619749081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8764412537619749081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8764412537619749081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-accelerated.html' title='i accelerated.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SncB6vpRwZI/AAAAAAAACyw/EZNPJOHx754/s72-c/Photo-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5851469462942596065</id><published>2009-08-01T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:50:03.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCRATCH MY PREVIOUS POST. I'M NOT GOING TO LENKA'S. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;relatives from taiwan just landed (no frets, h1n1 free) and my entire family will be entertaining them with a trip to genting. &lt;strong&gt;haiyoyoyoyoyo sangat sedih now why is this happening to me, NOW, why NOW!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i'd starve to death alone if i protest, because not only i can't cook, i have nada driving skills. (if i had i will, i dont care, i will drive to 1U without license just for lenka.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so julia. aja. whoever who were once a sour grape after reading my very-the-excited post, you can start feeling better because i cant brag bout lenka's signed poster, or how lenka will look up for a second before signing her autograph to scan the face of her hardcore fan and ultimately she might even remember me (i have no face problem, thank god). i might even win some contest and go up stage for a duet -- "the show", never mind rotten eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then again, family's first. i havent seen my aunt from taiwan for years now and that surprisingly my cousin brother's all.. grown. like seriously, he's just one year elder but he looks... &lt;strong&gt;grown up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaysians tend to look childish. i have baby fats, no mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&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;MR MARTIN COERCED ALL SBU AND SBS STUDENTS TO PUT ON A HIDEOUS 80 CENTS MASK FOR PREVENTION FROM H1N1! AND HE SPRAYED DETTOL AT US LIKE WE'RE COCKROACHES.. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr martin's wife: bukan untuk menghina..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, why do i see faces eyeing me suspiciously like I'M supposed to be quarantined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i do have to. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT I'M FINE. I REALLY AM FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so fine though after that ordeal of wearing a mask for 3 hours plus. i was totally healthy, as fit as a bull before tuition. i was not having any symptoms of h1n1. i was in the pink.. UNTIL they hand over this, this life-changing mask. inhaling all sorts of fibres and having dusts trapped between the main openings of my body and a sheet of whatever, i coughed more than i ever had before the quarantine. seriously. i had nausea too -- lack of oxygen i assume. i looked like i was gonna pass out anytime, if you had noticed. (well no one did cause i was all alone during tuition, sad to say i have no company there but only those from sbu T___T, weh i'm new okay!) anyway, i totally showed symptoms of h1n1 after wearing the mask, so i gave up my &lt;strong&gt;responsibility&lt;/strong&gt; and took the nuisance off during physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm glad i did wear the mask after all, even for a few minutes. &lt;strong&gt;unlike justin chan!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was enlightening. i'm always looking forward to physics lessons, always contented after one, too! okay sorry sorry, i'm not trying to mengagung-agungkan my tuition teacher, unlike someone someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365026557564504610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SnRnOp4rSiI/AAAAAAAACyQ/nEdAlpTPj54/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either you get it, or you don't. lazy to explain. you'll know once you reach logic gates kay, junior-junior sekalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genting highlands. -diverts excitement- motion master yay! casino yay (i'll try to sneak in &lt;strong&gt;again*&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yes i did it before and it's no fun having everyone glancing my way. as mentioned, it's the &lt;strong&gt;baby fats&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5851469462942596065?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5851469462942596065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5851469462942596065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5851469462942596065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5851469462942596065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/08/bittersweet.html' title='why tomorrow?'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SnRnOp4rSiI/AAAAAAAACyQ/nEdAlpTPj54/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8472386922928161008</id><published>2009-07-31T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:16:18.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another month has passed.</title><content type='html'>i think i'm the only one who doesnt go online at facebook. my profile is represented by a blank facebook dummy. i gotta pick up the pace man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SnL0rImyziI/AAAAAAAACyI/OPu3dBSnZ3k/s1600-h/6496_105354648050_612943050_2130839_7175816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364619128033431074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SnL0rImyziI/AAAAAAAACyI/OPu3dBSnZ3k/s400/6496_105354648050_612943050_2130839_7175816_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was a year ago @ tanjung puteri. we're one big happy family, yet we pretended to look solemn and composed. because you see joey there? she's my daughter; i'm the maid who was having an affair with yin (the husband) because the wife (ah ma mel) is too ah ma. so joey's indirectly.. THE ANAK LUAR NIKAH LARH. HAHA. such vast imaginations we had. we have a butcher too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post goes to all the july babies that i love and finally aged legal. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY KINKY SEVENTEEN, LIM POI YIN AKA NATALIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we're kinda in a love/hate relationship, don't we? in spite all the gibberish arguements with you for the past four years (wow, four years already), you never cease to lighten me with your nature for randomness, etc smelling your knee. which i OBVIOUSLY &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*you really believed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; held my breath when you were making a huge deal out of it. HAHA. you're the best usher asia junior, and i'm sure we all had the best 'concert' in our life. thanks for the memories and rock the 'y', yin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY RETIRED SEVENTEEN, NURUL NABILA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you make me proud having a friend like you, of course, who wouldnt be proud of having a head prefect in their clique? i've said everything i needed to say in the card, so there's no need for nostalgic moments here. get a date to prom okay, you shouldnt go dateless! (like me T___T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SEVENTEEN, HONG KAH MUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you're one good company and i'll totally miss our morning gang when we're apart! let's appreciate all the great (or sometimes, sleepy) mornings we have left together! -dramatic expression-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BULGING BIRTHDAY, DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i may sound very inappropriate but believe me, he calls me a pig at home, hmmph. he's the only dad i know who doesnt follow all protocols, rules and regulations a dad should and bears insults from us of his weight like a happy laughing buddha. dang hope my dad doesnt read this. so anyway, my dad's very cool and round. bulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's all. let's embrace the new month with hope. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8472386922928161008?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8472386922928161008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8472386922928161008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8472386922928161008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8472386922928161008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-another-month-has-passed.html' title='yet another month has passed.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SnL0rImyziI/AAAAAAAACyI/OPu3dBSnZ3k/s72-c/6496_105354648050_612943050_2130839_7175816_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4874208660872338578</id><published>2009-07-31T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:08:00.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not only i'm a whiner, i'm a bragger too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOING TO &lt;em&gt;LENKA'S FIRST SHOWCASE&lt;/em&gt; ON SUNDAY AT ONE UTAMA! OH MY GOD CAN BARELY HOLD MY EXCITEMENT NOW! wanna join me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4874208660872338578?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4874208660872338578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4874208660872338578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4874208660872338578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4874208660872338578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-only-im-whinner-im-bragger-too.html' title='not only i&apos;m a whiner, i&apos;m a bragger too.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7632415184282851130</id><published>2009-07-31T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:05:26.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tc, you're right. O.O&lt;br /&gt;i do complain a lot bout high school's life in every posts. O.O&lt;br /&gt;i can scarcely believe that i'm agreeing with you. O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7632415184282851130?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7632415184282851130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7632415184282851130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7632415184282851130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7632415184282851130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/tc-youre-right.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3088543951085003446</id><published>2009-07-30T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:34:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED ALERT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dimaklumkan bahawa &lt;strong&gt;SMK Seri Bintang Utara&lt;/strong&gt; akan ditutup mulai dari tarikh 30 Julai 2009 hingga 6 Ogos 2009. Sekolah akan dibuka semula pada 7 Ogos 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Arahan daripada Jabatan Kesihatan Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i'll be throwing the confetti and celebrating over this but we'll be missing out on inheritance next week. puan juliana was eager to teach this chapter, i was looking forward to it. since we're missing out one week's lesson, i doubt she'll teach detailedly when school reopens cause trials is just weeks away now. and erin chuah just texted me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfect opportunity to complete ed board's work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;, i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be doing my part to prevent this pandemic from spreading so i'll quarantine myself for a day tomorrow, because i kinda caught a glimpse of encik bustamam outside the class. (who's just confirmed h1n1 positive, sighs) we breathed in the same air, better be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;if nothing's amiss by tomorrow then you'll see me at martin on sat, hahaaa!!! don't larh palau me kay people, i &lt;strong&gt;can't, just can't&lt;/strong&gt; miss anwar's lessons =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 9 days. my sis was silently hoping (she told my mom) that i caught the flu so as she wont need to attend school. believe me, she was jumping like some barbaric baby when she heard bout the quarantine. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's also a headstart for my intensive revision for spm trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blessings to those forty over people who caught the flu, including the teachers. take care, all. we should be grateful that we're free from this, so it's safe to say that i'll not be throwing confetti after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, physics national quiz was totally damned. 2 hours and 30 minutes of hell, one question after another for seventy times. SEVENTY QUESTIONS. HELL's the perfect word to describe it. however the soon-to-be gold medalist for this competition says otherwise, &lt;strong&gt;you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;future gold medalist: i read this one question somewhere before, but i've forgotten the answer..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translates to: i know how to solve all 69 questions except for that one question WHICH i am familiar with but was not able to recall the solutions, damn, there goes my perfect score.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3088543951085003446?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3088543951085003446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3088543951085003446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3088543951085003446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3088543951085003446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-alert.html' title='RED ALERT!'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4463533672067299530</id><published>2009-07-29T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:11:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day's price.</title><content type='html'>great i'll be all alone at school tomorrow. stupid of me to sign up for that physics national quiz, when i thought everyone else would have too considering it's worth KEBANGSAAN for only 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buying certs has never been this easy huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets a good day's rest and break from intervenshit 3 while i have to drill on physics, a subject which i'm not even keen in. for what it's worth, i'mma grasp as much knowledge as i can so i dont go back with just a participation cert (note: rm10.00). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's the last battle; going &lt;strong&gt;all out&lt;/strong&gt;. a fair play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4463533672067299530?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4463533672067299530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4463533672067299530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4463533672067299530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4463533672067299530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-price.html' title='a day&apos;s price.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-7151993984418130495</id><published>2009-07-27T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:30:10.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foe.</title><content type='html'>julia pan yen yee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOOK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm here, blogging too. &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;you'reee justtt soooo &lt;em&gt;kiasuly&lt;/em&gt; fun to annoyyyy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took mod maths for granted. i didnt think the tree diagram for mod maths is almost similar to add maths (WHICH I HAVE NOT STUDIED!). i really thought, more of hoped, that probability in mod maths is just taking one cookie out from the jar and calculating the probability. i even stumbled on the FIRST objective question, matrices *got it right though, i substituted the answers one by one =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW PATHETIC MAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chu meng: i got the probability wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;me: it's okay, 14 marks only. still A1.&lt;br /&gt;chu meng: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO THE FIRST SUBJECTIVE QUESTION (MATRICES)! so 2.5 times 14? wait, how to times arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-silently count the marks he's gonna lose, walking from the skylite to the amphitheatre-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us: 35 marks! -gasped-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed cause it took us so long to even multiply. LAWLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy took half an hour to reply me a BRB on msn and scurried off again to search for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CABBAGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363161772394444114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sm3HN3yGdVI/AAAAAAAACyA/-phvAnUQ--Q/s400/ancestors_17431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CABBAGE OVER ME? SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CABBAGE OVER ME? who gives a &lt;strong&gt;cabb&lt;/strong&gt; about cabbage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-7151993984418130495?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/7151993984418130495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=7151993984418130495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7151993984418130495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/7151993984418130495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/foe.html' title='foe.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sm3HN3yGdVI/AAAAAAAACyA/-phvAnUQ--Q/s72-c/ancestors_17431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-223068382192616572</id><published>2009-07-26T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:50:49.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a functioning logic gate...</title><content type='html'>embedded into my brain, like an invisible yet harmless microchip. with the right codes, and the right sequences, it shall store every stash of knowledge i read (note: read but not understand, read but not memorize, read but not analyse), preferably while i multitask or in a semi-conscious state. similar to the &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; gate, i read, dont remember/know what i read, but ultimately the knowledge's remembered for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;future scientists, you have a job at hand now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may sound very illogical now but once your teacher/tuition teacher teaches you &lt;strong&gt;logic gates&lt;/strong&gt; in physics, you'll start to ponder the same and think, kye li is not crapping after all. i'm talking crap. i know. sleepy. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just heard, never saw this coming because i thought she was off critical state but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rip, yasmin ahmad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-223068382192616572?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/223068382192616572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=223068382192616572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/223068382192616572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/223068382192616572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-functioning-logic-gate.html' title='i need a functioning logic gate...'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-9152935370826200056</id><published>2009-07-23T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:06:54.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fink i saw solar eclipse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;read: ljy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SmdBuzSeKvI/AAAAAAAACxo/xcTB8Eljlek/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361326153705335538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SmdBuzSeKvI/AAAAAAAACxo/xcTB8Eljlek/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SmdBt1b7xiI/AAAAAAAACxg/fyVDZkyWK2s/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361326137102026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SmdBt1b7xiI/AAAAAAAACxg/fyVDZkyWK2s/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just dont get it, even in black and white, purple and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEESH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i went to school, and yes i chose the right day woohoo. because if i didnt, i would not have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- seen solar eclipse, though we convinced ourselves we did see it.&lt;br /&gt;- learnt to use a pair of binoculars for eclipse-watching. (canggih larh our sekolah bestari PERDANA)&lt;br /&gt;- spent 6 periods in the cyber access.&lt;br /&gt;- watched &lt;em&gt;my fair lady for 3 freaking hours long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- known that &lt;strong&gt;diversity&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;em&gt;british got talent&lt;/em&gt; reallyyyy kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, we might not have seen the solar eclipse but at least it looked like the 8% prediction for klang valley from the star. and the probability of taman shamelin perkasa being the hotspot should be at least, at least 2% from the 8%. still in denial, haha. puan rashidah was accusing us of buying time so as we could skip physics lessons; the guys were SPYING for bathrooms from the apartments located opposite our school's field using the binoculars; we, being creatures with higher oestrogen levels, were emoing over not being able to see solar eclipse. T___T no fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puan rashidah was explaining about semiconductors during physics lesson and something daniel said is gonna get me a perfect score for that subtopic. to make things simpler, there's three components in a semiconductor -- electrons carrier, some barrier, and holes carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puan rashidah picked me to be a model for holes. =.= like, no thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kessler (holes carrier), syarifah (barrier), idzhan (electrons carrier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;puan rashidah: so what happens when idzhan aka the electrons carrier jumps across the barrier to kessler aka the holes carrier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel: &lt;strong&gt;FERTILISATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;don't get me? you need a dosage of biology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-9152935370826200056?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/9152935370826200056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=9152935370826200056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/9152935370826200056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/9152935370826200056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-fink-i-saw-solar-eclipse.html' title='i fink i saw solar eclipse.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SmdBuzSeKvI/AAAAAAAACxo/xcTB8Eljlek/s72-c/Photo-0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-3580438310304152309</id><published>2009-07-21T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:08:12.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO DID MIKE DELFINO MARRY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIMUP aka rancangan integrasi perpaduan kaum was hella exhausting man! i was the photographer. graphic designer cum photographer HAHA. i prefer graphics, instead of tiring your legs running about, i'd rather strain my eyes designing for hours. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want pics, search NUR AFZAN or something like that in facebook (i rarely go online there so there's no point adding me anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and afzan, i'm truly sorry bout the australia's camera's chain...just wait till i get the money to flyyy to australia to get you that same chain again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up, imma quote daryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"WHAT IS THIS PROGRAMME MAN? SO MANY TOUCHING TOUCHING. AND WE'RE NOT EVEN TOUCHING THE OPPOSITE SEX!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY i improvised, daryl of all people will never say such a thing! haha exaggerated a lil here and there. he just said why so many touching touching. somebody added the girls part. HAHAHA. hyper hyper. too bad i couldnt play, discriminated of my race and gender =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kidding larh&lt;/em&gt;. -bitter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with form fives, wednesday and thursdays?&lt;br /&gt;you just see a dark, supermassive black hole sucking all the ponteng aura at our usual spot!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm like forced to go to school tomorrow since i chose to ponteng only once a week because my mom saw the kehadiran thing on my diagnostic slip (yeah, instead of my results) =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shotired. shleep.&lt;br /&gt;and screww it i did not get to camwhore at all during rimup =S i thought, that was the POINT of becoming a photographer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yin and nurul,&lt;br /&gt;i'll find time to dedicate a post soon kay, you seventeens~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-3580438310304152309?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3580438310304152309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=3580438310304152309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3580438310304152309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/3580438310304152309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainbow-six.html' title='rainbow six.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2169269449017050899</id><published>2009-07-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:15:35.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all ears for &lt;em&gt;lenka&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trouble, is a friend indeed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;interven&lt;em&gt;shit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2169269449017050899?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2169269449017050899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2169269449017050899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2169269449017050899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2169269449017050899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-ears-for-lenka.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-8788342156141882658</id><published>2009-07-16T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:04:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl8zC6NAMJI/AAAAAAAACxI/mjXWdWBmats/s1600-h/kyeli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359058206670729362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl8zC6NAMJI/AAAAAAAACxI/mjXWdWBmats/s400/kyeli+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haseef, you're gonna draw me a background. you must and you will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl8zCrj6q4I/AAAAAAAACxA/TsSwg_uNDWc/s1600-h/IMG_3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359058202740304770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl8zCrj6q4I/AAAAAAAACxA/TsSwg_uNDWc/s400/IMG_3840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i now have a favourite colour - a precise shade of pink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-8788342156141882658?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8788342156141882658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=8788342156141882658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8788342156141882658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/8788342156141882658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-you.html' title='hey you.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl8zC6NAMJI/AAAAAAAACxI/mjXWdWBmats/s72-c/kyeli+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5517493390318971596</id><published>2009-07-15T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:31:59.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't fill up your head with he said, she said.</title><content type='html'>as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aly's dad was jokingly fuming when kim directed us to cochrane PERKASA, which is on the other side of the road. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the campfire was nothing i've been to, though i really really loathed the faked angellic voice of that hostress (get a life, you infant), and aly had to starve, everything else was new to us so called renjer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iFva8tNI/AAAAAAAACww/KDcPGvaBlEE/s1600-h/P7110376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687719897478354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iFva8tNI/AAAAAAAACww/KDcPGvaBlEE/s400/P7110376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but hello, we were the only ones there with badges yo! too bad, no one gave us any looks of admiration as deserved.. bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note the glint of glow in puan rashidah's eyes at the back of us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687722038952178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iF3ZhAPI/AAAAAAAACw4/ntbzsiXaD1M/s400/P7110377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;once a renjer, forever a puteri. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iFPugtiI/AAAAAAAACwo/4_2GPHba0fU/s1600-h/P7110380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687711389595170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iFPugtiI/AAAAAAAACwo/4_2GPHba0fU/s400/P7110380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; introducing the star of the day (because amazingly, two girls sitting in front of us were hyped and busy screaming for kien yoong),&lt;br /&gt;TAN KIEN YOONG!&lt;br /&gt;since when you're a scout heh, st john? he left us with a troop of people from naam kheung =( and the pathetic fivesome from sbu had to stand up during this roll call which they quickly MOVED ON to announcing the arrival of VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iE6dZdpI/AAAAAAAACwg/wZpbqyzVyzA/s1600-h/P7110382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687705680672402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iE6dZdpI/AAAAAAAACwg/wZpbqyzVyzA/s400/P7110382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remind me to buy a scarf, after five years of being a renjer?&lt;br /&gt;nah, i've retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g7MlezSI/AAAAAAAACwQ/LAR1Igy7j1Y/s1600-h/P7110385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358686439236095266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g7MlezSI/AAAAAAAACwQ/LAR1Igy7j1Y/s400/P7110385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; puan rashidah's baby!&lt;br /&gt;ADORABLE~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g66K9-iI/AAAAAAAACwI/hFWfweXHZgM/s1600-h/P7110386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358686434293053986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g66K9-iI/AAAAAAAACwI/hFWfweXHZgM/s400/P7110386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 50 metres away,&lt;br /&gt;kim: OH MY GOD KYE LI. -points towards a silhouette-, WHAT IS THAT WHAT IS THAT?! -drew closer to my arms and tugged them tightly like an anak ayam-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought this was a creative idea for a dump site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g6dC7xuI/AAAAAAAACwA/niN8hJiUmaw/s1600-h/P7110391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358686426474727138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g6dC7xuI/AAAAAAAACwA/niN8hJiUmaw/s400/P7110391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aly, kim, kye li. my honey and clovers =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g7YWawPI/AAAAAAAACwY/t5zHYHiYz6c/s1600-h/P7110383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358686442394140914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g7YWawPI/AAAAAAAACwY/t5zHYHiYz6c/s400/P7110383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they freaking BUILT this gigantic treehouse out of bamboos and rattans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g6NZUGXI/AAAAAAAACv4/YdF75VOMWPs/s1600-h/P7110394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358686422273628530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3g6NZUGXI/AAAAAAAACv4/YdF75VOMWPs/s400/P7110394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pembawa obor kebenaran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fGC7ijgI/AAAAAAAACvw/amW1sjxVWZI/s1600-h/P7110401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684426599566850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fGC7ijgI/AAAAAAAACvw/amW1sjxVWZI/s400/P7110401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this picture is somehow cool, albeit my faulty camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fFrlmv8I/AAAAAAAACvo/ATsKT63CFP0/s1600-h/P7110409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684420333551554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fFrlmv8I/AAAAAAAACvo/ATsKT63CFP0/s400/P7110409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it drizzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fFPAbziI/AAAAAAAACvg/5rLmriBppKg/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684412661452322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fFPAbziI/AAAAAAAACvg/5rLmriBppKg/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the performances were entertaining, especially when you're watching a big ass dancer wannabee on the dancefloor swinging her hips from left to right emotionally, so obscene. laughable, nonetheless. well, you've got what you wanted, didnt you, attention seeker? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this other dance choreographed using apologize by one republic was very very inspiring and unique. i didnt know apologize could be danced in that way. then this daring fella held his private part and shook it at a frequency of 100HZ, which i think was hella brave, wonder what would our principal think when she sees that LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fE5-rdEI/AAAAAAAACvY/jA4gfDYqs_4/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684407016944706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fE5-rdEI/AAAAAAAACvY/jA4gfDYqs_4/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;apparently, vegetarians like aly were discriminated of their eating habits and beliefs. at least provide her bread, or the very least, crumbs to satiate her hunger right? it was the first time i've seen aly sooooo hungry! pitiful =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fEq00-9I/AAAAAAAACvQ/YjaVUORDslc/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358684402949094354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3fEq00-9I/AAAAAAAACvQ/YjaVUORDslc/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma fanfreakingtastic puteri with more badges than you do =]&lt;br /&gt;dont come flaming at me kim, aly and dharr. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;henry grubstick is love, i wanna see more of him in ugly betty! i agree with betty, i like your hair that way. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5517493390318971596?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5517493390318971596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5517493390318971596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5517493390318971596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5517493390318971596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-fill-up-your-head-with-he-said-she.html' title='don&apos;t fill up your head with he said, she said.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sl3iFva8tNI/AAAAAAAACww/KDcPGvaBlEE/s72-c/P7110376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-5072420713203809892</id><published>2009-07-11T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:48:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiery fun.</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to blog everyday. why do i feel obliged to this when i have absolutely nada readers?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i'm an attention seeker, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cochrane's campfire made me felt like a 7 year old again. =] will blog about it once i get my hands on the pictures! kimberly, cepat sikit oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;heading to muar tomorrow for dad's business trip. no idea why he insists that we tag along, maybe he feels lonely driving alone for two hours? well, i have the famous muar otak-otak waiting, so this trip should be hella worth the last day of my weekend left. i dread mondays. and sunday nights too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;layouts layouts layouts. when will editorial board's work ever end man. too bad, i agreed to put this burden on my shoulders. responsibility. it's do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357241830519424898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sli_D5v5R4I/AAAAAAAACvE/0J7cllHOah8/s400/P7070369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nich said i'm not radiant as before (was i ever?), stress, he thought. definitely is. i have pimple sprouting each time one subsides and sinks into the surface of my skin. (great use of the letter S woot!) they all leave a prominent scar. even when i'm not pms-ing whatsoever, my forehead looks unevenly scattered with reddish crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i'm so pms-ing. need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;otak-otak. &lt;em&gt;yay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-5072420713203809892?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/5072420713203809892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=5072420713203809892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5072420713203809892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/5072420713203809892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiery-fun.html' title='fiery fun.'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/Sli_D5v5R4I/AAAAAAAACvE/0J7cllHOah8/s72-c/P7070369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-4267842192237339740</id><published>2009-07-10T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:23:19.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>july babies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SldOnRdAqwI/AAAAAAAACu8/b7s5bMPcQao/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356836718387440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SldOnRdAqwI/AAAAAAAACu8/b7s5bMPcQao/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;VERY BELATED&lt;/em&gt; SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY, TAN WEN XIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fuh. i didnt know 8th july passed. i'm seriooouuus. i'm gushing with guilt now cause you never once forget my birthday, even after 5 years, since primary school! =[ lousy friend to keep in touch with, arent i. you're one of my oldest best friend since primary when i still had that short curly hair and good-for-nothing pair of spectacles. keep reading my blog ayte and i'll be an avid reader of yours too, that way we can keep in contact and maybe you'll be like my oldest friend after 50 years. wooo.&lt;strong&gt; i miss sian se ji tuan, do you? XD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;july has more &lt;strong&gt;babies&lt;/strong&gt; than june, apparently. hmmph, no fair, god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BEING SIXTEEN TODAY, VALERIE HEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause the birthday post's late so gotta improvise a lil =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for all the layouts that you've done and still doing (and more to go) for the A&amp;amp;G dept, and i appreciate you being so tolerant by accepting rejections with few f words here and there but alas, with a laughter. i'm sorry i called you shrek's wife aka fiona, but i'm still not taking back my words. you totally inherit my designing gene, so we both rock at photoshopping haha! good for you, woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY, JEAN YINN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you need to start growing sideways and horizontally, girl. mantain your nice slender legs, which i can only dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still waiting for the pics to dedicate something to you, elaine chiong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my phone bill hit rm220 so please do not expect me to reply even an OKAY to obvious questions. (unless you're &lt;em&gt;someone someone&lt;/em&gt;, heheheh!) i hope they're just surcharges. i'm getting slaughtered, daymnnn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-4267842192237339740?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4267842192237339740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=4267842192237339740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4267842192237339740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/4267842192237339740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/someones-sixteen.html' title='july babies...'/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SldOnRdAqwI/AAAAAAAACu8/b7s5bMPcQao/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771517079349010387.post-2834655115847980361</id><published>2009-07-10T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:25:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;our sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356493890706910258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SlYW0E0irDI/AAAAAAAACus/GHa4wfBviVc/s400/dafasdfa+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356496271937569602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SlYY-rmLA0I/AAAAAAAACu0/qLjrwLMKb1g/s400/scan0003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771517079349010387-2834655115847980361?l=miss-eilyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2834655115847980361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771517079349010387&amp;postID=2834655115847980361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2834655115847980361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771517079349010387/posts/default/2834655115847980361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-eilyk.blogspot.com/2009/07/sneak-peek-guess-who-he-was-easiest-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kye li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16243068146074921221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTgyfqK6IFM/SlYW0E0irDI/AAAAAAAACus/GHa4wfBviVc/s72-c/dafasdfa+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
