<?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-11995444</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:06:38.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>polka dots in my mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11995444.post-114926005540982347</id><published>2006-06-02T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:54:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me if u can! hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sent out emails to some people..&lt;br /&gt;tata....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114926005540982347?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114926005540982347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114926005540982347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114926005540982347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114926005540982347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114914034855040811</id><published>2006-06-01T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:39:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i might be  moving to livejournal.. so if u get my tag, u're in.. if not, too bad.. those who wish to know pls email me or send a sms to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114914034855040811?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114914034855040811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114914034855040811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114914034855040811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114914034855040811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-might-be-moving-to-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114909781930633247</id><published>2006-06-01T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:51:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/Picture%20160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/Picture%20160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late at night and i can't sleep.. my head feels heavy and i have a slight headache..&lt;br /&gt;i switched on tv, channel 5.. it's volume was kinda loud for a quiet night and my granny's sleeping.. and i think in 10 mins, my granny will be awake and ask " tgk ke tak nie?? (are u watching or not?".. so i guess, only by then i'll get my ass off the seat and switch this off and head to bed.. yawn yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to earn real money..money i get from tuition is really worth it especially when u only spent a couple of hours teaching but hell, u'll only get ur money only when u're done tutoring.. i hate that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i'm gonna start saving..&lt;br /&gt;screw june, i might be going to melbourne on december... since i got to know that ntu's students are having 5 weeks holidays in december...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money drop from the sky can????&lt;br /&gt;sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tv is playing a prank on me... jhfhsfgkgvnghiofgasfiafhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114909781930633247?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11995444.post-114905866197178842</id><published>2006-05-31T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:57:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i managed to drag myself out of bed and headed down to four seasons for an interview.. yeah, first day of work will be on wednesday.. i can't possibly start tomorrow because i got so many things coming up this 6 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on personal note, thanks once again Bao Yue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking around town after that and i grabbed a top from topshop and bumped to hadi and his gf, liza at forever 21.. it was nice to see old friends after such a long time.. and liza is pretty.. hadi's really lucky.. oh and hadi was my pri sch/first 3 mths jjc mate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, i went to far east plaza whereby 90% of the shops there were closed.. somehow, i find it really  weird having to walk along quiet and barren corridors when u know that hype and happening place is much of a hustle and bustle with people of all ages wandering around and checking out the shops.. and then,slowly,shops began to open one by one and streets of orchard road started to have eager GSS customers vying to hit the shops for discounts and sales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the weekends... woopee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114905866197178842?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114905866197178842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114905866197178842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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we were younger..i spent some time blog hopping checking out some blogs of current jjc students that are linked to faddy and bibi and i got to admit i really miss college life.. well, last year, once, i told hannah i missed wearing jjc's uniform and the next thing i knew, i was wearing it to attend my third goddamn year.. so yeah, i didn't say the 'magic words' this year and thank god, i made it through..i really enjoyed my life in jj though the tutors can be a tad too irritating and get on your nerves sometimes that often made me wanna do the cartman's(south park character) "shut up or i'll kicking your f*cking ass!!!"&lt;br /&gt;life in sec sch?? i rather not talk about it.. it was nothing less that hell on earth... only that great friends from gbaonk and those few ones in NPCC made living much more worth it..my class was made up of almost chinese kids and there were only 4 malay kids only(me, fara,azhar and zaki).. and them, being so chinese couldn't even make an effort to converse in english to at least make us part of their conversations.. dunzo... and so the four of us usually stick together and for each other.. and i do have gd friends such as belinda, yong kang,wei jie,yi zhong and zun kai who made me enjoy being part of 3A/4A class..and then, there were some of those who disliked me for reasons-i-have-no-idea-what-they-were and ya, maybe it was my fault.. maybe it was my fault for being stuck up.. maybe it was my fault for being straight forward.. whatever.. what's one against let's say 9(there might be more) compared to 9 against one? like totally.. they made my life difficult but i managed to get out of it. and yeah, till now, when i saw them on the streets, i tend to become oblivious of my surroundings, i pretend they never exist and shomehow, i even acted like as if i totally forgot who they are.. well, except to a few of them such as azhar, zaki,fendy,nizam and fathli.. they were nice and are still nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say... and i've been waiting for this for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAVING THE LAST LAUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullocks to those who had a thing against me.. but hey thanks once again for making me stronger and more determined to prove how wrong u guys were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bacikinsecsch,iwasanerdwhoworespecsandtuckedinmyshirtwhowasinthefirstclassandinnpcc.&lt;br /&gt;iusedtobesostrictandfiercethatitcouldbeduetothatreasonthatsomehatemebuthey,i'mdoingmyjob.&lt;br /&gt;andoh,iusedtohavehairylegsandtheyalwaysmadefunofmeforhavinghairylegsbutilaughedatthembecausetheyweremockingatgod'screation.&lt;br /&gt;liketotally,theyweremajorassholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114900161242672859?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114900161242672859/comments/default' title='Post 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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-11995444.post-114888476058586164</id><published>2006-05-29T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:39:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, i crave for macd's hotcakes.. oh sugar rush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was flipping thru the pages of the Pengantin mag which came along with Manja..and she was telling me that she wanted to get white bunga manggar and even check out buah tangan she wants for my wedding... and also, she even chose some colours for the design and decorations of my wedding ceremony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have a boyfriend and she's expecting me to get hitched soon.. young couples are just so cool.. not those hanyut kinds lar.. those educated ones of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said being an only child is easy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it's worse than u guys out that who have siblings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114888476058586164?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114888476058586164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114888476058586164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114888476058586164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114888476058586164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/right-now-i-crave-for-macds-hotcakes.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114883674196084786</id><published>2006-05-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:19:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so so broke that i have to resort to asking my mum for money.. it's that bad.. goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june come quick... then, july!!!&lt;br /&gt;then yey! sch term starts!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things coming up in june..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excursions with granny and friends( my granny has a better social life than me)&lt;br /&gt;digital slr photography class&lt;br /&gt;uncle's bday(who is going for reservist tomorrow for two weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;and many lunches and dinners i have to attend with close friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chen likes blue and handsome guys..&lt;br /&gt;and so, he support italy for the upcoming world cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lar chennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...go grab a straw.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;oh and pls foot the bill for my GSS shopping.. hahahahahaha.. ok, i shut up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114883674196084786?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114883674196084786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114883674196084786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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are gone... GONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall make it a habit to upload my pics online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother fish head curry chicken mac dodol lah..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114881287090718586?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114881287090718586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114881287090718586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114881287090718586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114881287090718586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-comp-kena-virus-and-i-have-to-carry.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114881133182752134</id><published>2006-05-28T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:15:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's welcome brangelina's baby girl,Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt and Gwen Stefani's baby boy, Kingston..&lt;br /&gt;and in 22 years down the road, both of them might be hooking up together..&lt;br /&gt;oh u get what i mean...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought six months have passed just like that.. right after i'm done with my A levels, i felt that June was still a long way to go.. a very long journey..now, in a matter of a few days, June comes and in six short months, that's the end of year 2006 and 2007 prevails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i feel blessed as God have given me strength, along with support from family and close friends, i managed to overcome slight humiliation(i failed my first attempt of A levels and retained), kept up to being thick skinned, study my ass off and not forgetting,making new friends who are now friends i kept close to my heart especially adeline. those were the days in which i made endless trips to the sch library, completing my tutorials and assignments and handed them in on time( i nvr did them in j1 and j2)..my efforts finally paid off now that i got myself a place in NTU(quick news, NUS rejected me-ggaahh-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i did not get the course i really wanted, but i got something that is not too far fetched so i guess God has set a path for me to follow.well, things happen for a reason and it's a blessing in disguise as per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, my family and close friends have been there supporting me.. telling me and reminding me i can do it this time round.. motivating me to get better results..believing in me that i can succeed..thanks to them i don't think can get to where i am now and without them, i would not have develop this self esteem of mine to greater heights and bring myself to success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's just wait and see what the next six months have in store for me and you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114874049071737038?l=polkadotszealot.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-11995444.post-114866395626765919</id><published>2006-05-27T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:19:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114866395626765919?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114866395626765919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114866395626765919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114866395626765919'/><link rel='self' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;round 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;round 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so what do u think?? what's your verdict??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok ok, round 3 involves my cat and nisah doing the senget senget pose...heh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meanwhile,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KOH BAO YUE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love u babe.. may u experience love, happiness, success and prosperity thruout the year.. for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114865924169220931?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11995444.post-114856737163530261</id><published>2006-05-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:29:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cousin in Norway came online and msn-ed me just to tell me that a meal from Macd cost SGD$22... and how he has to cook himself meals.. haha...but it's like holyshit!! it just costs $6 here only and i still feel it's freaking expensive for a cup of coke, fries and a piece of meat stucked between two bread...dunzo...what's new, it's Macdonald's anyway, a household name, which kid doesn't know Happy Meal???&lt;br /&gt;i used to be a lil girl who goes "mama, i want happy meal, the one with nuggets.. and also strawberry milkshake pls.."&lt;br /&gt;and i still get excited when mum brought home mcspicy(no longer happy meal) and also strawberry milkshake for me...&lt;br /&gt;though there were times when she was the one who will go about being so excited and happy when i bought for her strawberry milkshake and how she became a lil upset when i brought home only a cup for us to share because i ran out of cash... hahaha(the expression on her face classic sia)&lt;br /&gt;hope he survives a year living in Norway having to deal with expensive food and extremely cold weather..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bought an abercrombie and fitch top and going to buy american eagle online..&lt;br /&gt;under the influence of hidayu's and bao yue's, i have succumbed to be one of those who buys american clothing.. i know i know, i abit slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy stuffs from republic jeans... nice nice jeans...&lt;br /&gt;think jessica simpson and jessica alba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched The Island at midnight last night and i must say, as much as i dislike Scarlett Johansson, her lips are so irresistableand hot that somebody has to stop me if i were to be a lesbian...and her body is mampat can!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm gonna watch Paris Hilton getting all freaked out to her wits' end in The House Of Wax...&lt;br /&gt;oh and Chad Micheal Murray..&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask for...&lt;br /&gt;hot guys and bitches... great deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114856737163530261?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114856737163530261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114856737163530261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114856737163530261'/><link rel='self' 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hehee..&lt;br /&gt;to the clarke quay and chinatown we went...&lt;br /&gt;they have lotsa pretty things that i was awed and felt jubilant every minute!&lt;br /&gt;it was so cool that i quickly rushed home and told mum all about it  that she even requested me to bring her to that place soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i told mum and granny everything that happened each time i went out.. be it about school, friends or anything, that is wat i always do the moment i reached home..&lt;br /&gt;hence, no doubt my mum knows who are my friends..&lt;br /&gt;namely&lt;br /&gt;gbaonk, aniks,chen,ed,hamid,hafiz,mary,diyana,adel and bao yue...&lt;br /&gt;and having to know them, mum's often cool about me going out with them even though it was a last min thing and to late nights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum used to be so uptight about me going out on the same day i told her.. she'll just freaked out and instantly said NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... before nagging for a few hours.. that doesn't even count the blasting i got from granny..&lt;br /&gt;besides that, mum never approved me of going out every day or every two days.. and again, she'll blew her top and nag for a few hours..&lt;br /&gt;and also, if i were to reach home after 8pm, she would always give me a blast for coming home late and nag of course..&lt;br /&gt;all these don't include the second round of blasting i got from granny or worse, total ignorance to any acknowledgements from her(sucks big time all the time that i find it the most unbearable)..&lt;br /&gt;if i'm unlucky, the third round comes from dad the next morning(rarely happens, he has mood swings)..&lt;br /&gt;if really unlucky, my uncle will go "kau baru balik rumah!mana siak kau gi, lambat nyer?" or he'll show the black face with his ciggy on hand while waiting under the black to fetch me..&lt;br /&gt;wah seh, pengs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;i've been going out every single day..&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple of times i went out just a few hours of telling her..&lt;br /&gt;and each time i go out, there were never once i reached home before 10pm(ok, maybe once or twice)...&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, trust is very important..&lt;br /&gt;she knew i could make the right decisions&lt;br /&gt;and she knew that my friends will be there to get me back on track if i were to sidetrack and get myself into deep shit...&lt;br /&gt;and also, i will tell her how's my outing and what happened without fail...&lt;br /&gt;(recall the mandrils humping and i even showed her the pic of two mandrils having sex!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114847283312235407?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114847283312235407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;vintage belts to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selling a black vintage belt.. adjustable and made of stretchable material so it should fit almost everyone!! measurement: 36 inches ;going for $13.90 only(slightly neg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/P1010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/P1010027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also up for sale is a green lacey vintage belt.. adjustable; measurement: 36 inches.. going for $15.90!! (slightly neg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/P1010023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interested, tag my board yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114839263560869102?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114839263560869102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114839263560869102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114839263560869102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114839263560869102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/vintage-belts-to-go-selling-black.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114830705486947035</id><published>2006-05-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:10:54.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the longest yard&lt;br /&gt;aunt's place&lt;br /&gt;playing around with 3 toddlers&lt;br /&gt;having a laugh watching mr bean, the cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kept eating..&lt;br /&gt;god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victoria secrets having a sale..&lt;br /&gt;i want a few pieces of lingerie from victoria secrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody kill me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of cash, eating too much, bulging stomach..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114830705486947035?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114830705486947035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114830705486947035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114830705486947035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114830705486947035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/longest-yard-aunts-place-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114822980113630286</id><published>2006-05-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:43:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 5am only after sleeping for 4 hours to go for the new paper big walk..&lt;br /&gt;at the train station, i felt like it was 7pm and not 6am as lots of people were there to catch the train down to kallang..&lt;br /&gt;goodie bags, free stuffs.. who else if not for the aunties and nyonyas to grab them whilst stock lasts..&lt;br /&gt;we walked 5 km only to settle for mac d breakfast at suntec city.&lt;br /&gt;i got a sweet tooth early in the morning and there goes my sugar rush as i indulged myself in hotcakes meal and orange juice..&lt;br /&gt;and i was shagged by then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, not only i've been eating alot, i could not even walk for a long distance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to complete the another 5km by window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;girls, what can u say.&lt;br /&gt;we went high and low for heels and dayu's got her lacey heels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then, i nearly died and my knee hurts like hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good gracious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can easily hit off as a potato couch soon..&lt;br /&gt;my cash is running low and i feel so restricetd as i couldn't spend much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;come on ladies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i want a house there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dayu was frightened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no make up, no nice clothes, no heels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;makan hotcakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kiap kiap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;goofed out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lazy to walk home&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/11995444-114822980113630286?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114822980113630286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114822980113630286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114822980113630286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114822980113630286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-woke-up-at-5am-only-after-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114813103264021185</id><published>2006-05-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:17:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i no longer know him..&lt;br /&gt;i thought i have gotten over him but i guess i haven't..&lt;br /&gt;few days back, izean asked why the separation and i said " god, izean, it has been what.. 8 months since we've separated" and she replied "hmm, u counted the months.. this means u're still not letting go"&lt;br /&gt;i just said i dunno and changed topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be strong.. and bear in mind, i must not trade my freedom for something i don't wish to dwelve in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i felt weird, hurt and i nearly cried on my way home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny to how i think twice before moving on as i fear i would hurt him and that he would think we broke up because i want another guy..&lt;br /&gt;funny to how i dreamt he had another girl and i felt extremely sad and jealous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god give me strength..&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wouldn't want to think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i firmly believe in one guy, one chance..&lt;br /&gt;and i don't believe in going back to the ex as doing so, it will only lowers ur chance to know more guys and know the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must overcome this sucky feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends we will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm moving on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114813103264021185?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114813103264021185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114813103264021185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114813103264021185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114813103264021185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-no-longer-know-him.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114810463693254384</id><published>2006-05-20T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:57:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went down to the ntu auditorium last night to catch JJC's Talentime organised by bikila house..&lt;br /&gt;it was grand and a large number of people were there.. be it current students, ex students, teachers, ex teachers and even friends of the teachers whom one of them is my maths teacher cum npcc officer back in HKSS, Ms Loy.. and amazingly, she still remembers me.. (i mean why not, I'm one of the four girls that hold the highest post back in our unit and i got myself the Singapore Police Force badge and also the best unit cadet.. hohoho.. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-trust me, i was so damn semangat lar-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hosts were great. performances were average.. except for the band that did 'zombie' song, they were superb.. the dance groups were neither here or there...&lt;br /&gt;the Mutton Balls had great steps just that the girls doing malay dance in a hip-hop oriented performance (slaps forehead) was a BIG no-no...and seems to me it was the guys that pulled it off, not the girls because i couldn't even see a tinge of enthusiasm in them to dance...totally ah, the girls in mutton balls= malay dance girls...&lt;br /&gt;might as well, i ask the jj's malay dancers to dance...goodness..&lt;br /&gt;the Hypodrisiac was alright.. just that it was just too confusing.. the song, the moves and the formation..&lt;br /&gt;the Vowels(am i right?) was better.. the girls were full of zest and life.. seriously, the girls from the two other groups should learn from them...&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, great job.. dancing for a comp don't come easy.. especially when u have members that don't dance so semangat-ly and because of them, your group may just fumble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i feel like dancing already lar...hoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great place, great company..worth the time..&lt;br /&gt;millah, fana and nisa.. nice nice.. nisa was so sexy can.. cleavage maintain babe.. hahahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;and millah was camwhoring with fana's camera( my camera took leave) till one of her pics had her nose so kembang and senget.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and me... millah was telling me that i was the muka-merepek-satu-page girl for that night..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and fana was totally hogging on her hp.. i smelt something fishy going on there..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and our guest of honour,Mr Chan who is the Minister of Education was crooning to some songs.. he's so cool.. it was more like a skit put up by him&lt;br /&gt;and there i was shouting 'PAP,PAP!!' hehe...&lt;br /&gt;soon enough, he dragged Mr Koh up to sing with him and then soon after, he went "Vote for us!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. like totally ah.. elections over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hungry throughout the whole show because i only ate a meal for that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home 5 mins before midnight and mum wasn't angry...phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ate a Mcspicy meal from Macd upon reaching home..&lt;br /&gt;now tell me, how can i not get fat?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should follow Hafiz's food routine and aparently, that was how the models did it too..&lt;br /&gt;but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at 5pm is just too early for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114810463693254384?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114810463693254384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114810463693254384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114810463693254384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114810463693254384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-down-to-ntu-auditorium-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114797049547997921</id><published>2006-05-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:41:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went to the singapore zoo today without nisa due unforeseen circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had the sea lions doing a show, some jack ass penguins  slacking around and chimpanzees  throwing tantrums at each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; besides that,primates are feeling super duper horny today.. simply because mandrils were humping each other right in front of us and there were a number of erected dicks and ass shows as pointed by Millah.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we also had a family of ducks and many beautiful butterflies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some raccons and more ducks apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we took a rest at kfc, enjoying the air con as the weather was hot today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then, the otter queued up in front of us and went squeking for food..camels and also one gracious-looking hot diva lama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; animals of the artic and wild... zebras reminded me of the sajc ruggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and pics of us as we took more breaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and for once, we acted like we were part of the Survivor show and of course, being baboons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; millah prefers to kiss a pounching tiger rather than to fear and deal with death... and we got on board a truck ala australia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we enjoyed ourselves today.. and i simply love it.. god, thank you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;izean goes " all on board" during our tram rides..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahahhaa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next up, talent time in the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114797049547997921?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114797049547997921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114797049547997921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114797049547997921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114797049547997921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-went-to-singapore-zoo-today-without.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114789132261221917</id><published>2006-05-18T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T02:42:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. have you ever use a penknife to cut yourself?&lt;br /&gt;errr.. yeah.. i think so.. once&lt;br /&gt;2. why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;i was once a naive teenage girl.. who failed in love.. haha crap i was..&lt;br /&gt;3. have you been to another country w/o parents?&lt;br /&gt;never.. but going to..&lt;br /&gt;4. who do you love right now?&lt;br /&gt;my family,cats and friends&lt;br /&gt;5. do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;errr... no... lust yes...&lt;br /&gt;6. ever felt so jealous of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;not really.. a lil maybe&lt;br /&gt;7. what was the last thing you did?blogged?&lt;br /&gt;bathe and trying to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;8. what is the past that you miss alot?&lt;br /&gt;the fun part of council life&lt;br /&gt;9. who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;adeline&lt;br /&gt;10. how many times has your page been viewed?&lt;br /&gt;61 today.. i think&lt;br /&gt;11.how's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;humid and hot&lt;br /&gt;12.last person you called today?&lt;br /&gt;adeline&lt;br /&gt;13. last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;chen chen&lt;br /&gt;14. last song you sang?&lt;br /&gt;some jj cheer&lt;br /&gt;15. last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;few weeks back.. salsa&lt;br /&gt;16. lost a friendship over something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;nah.. never&lt;br /&gt;17. smoke?&lt;br /&gt;never tried it before&lt;br /&gt;18. dumped someone before?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;19. been really depressed before?&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;20. faked being sick to miss school?&lt;br /&gt;been a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;21. what time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;11 am&lt;br /&gt;22. current taste?&lt;br /&gt;listerine mouthwash.. haha&lt;br /&gt;23. what sports do you do?&lt;br /&gt;running and touch rugby&lt;br /&gt;24. what are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;shirt and tights lar..&lt;br /&gt;25. are you too shy to ask anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;friends, never.. someone i have a crush on. yes.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;26. what is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;what is he wearing&lt;br /&gt;27. where are u now?&lt;br /&gt;my room&lt;br /&gt;28. what date is it?&lt;br /&gt;18 may 2006&lt;br /&gt;29. current thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;30. did u go somewhere yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;hmm nope..&lt;br /&gt;31. what did u do there?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;32. how old are u?&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;33. are u mature or immature?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;34. are u an only child?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;35.where do u go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;lots of places.. some offer high end goods, some cheap bargains..&lt;br /&gt;36. do u like your school?&lt;br /&gt;yesssaaa&lt;br /&gt;37. do u like books?&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;38. do u want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;yes,insyaallah&lt;br /&gt;39. to whom?&lt;br /&gt;god knows&lt;br /&gt;40. what are you listenin to now?&lt;br /&gt;some old malay song on warna&lt;br /&gt;41. are you a homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;42. are you proud to be one?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. crap&lt;br /&gt;43. have a crush on anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.. maybe maybe not&lt;br /&gt;44. what will you do if someone say that he like you and would like to jio you?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... bring it on baby..&lt;br /&gt;45. what do you think of people who masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;sexually pleased with ownself.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-being tagged by dee-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114789132261221917?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114789132261221917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114789132261221917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114789132261221917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114789132261221917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114787914385707562</id><published>2006-05-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:19:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent my evening watching two rugby matches with adeline..&lt;br /&gt;jjc vs pjc---&gt; jjc lost.. just as i expected..&lt;br /&gt;rjc vs sajc---&gt;rjc lost..&lt;br /&gt;one thing i found surprising was that acjc didn't even make it for cup finals..&lt;br /&gt;still, great job jj ruggers...for having to put in lotsa efforts and hardwork...&lt;br /&gt;while watching them, i kept recalling those days when there was hamid, hafiz, ahmad, naz, kk,gerald,aidil and few others who played for finals.. i mean they were so good lar.. so full of life,zest and camadarie..&lt;br /&gt;and there was this hot guy in rj team.. i think he's some mixed guy.. looks like a white guy.. girls around me(including myself) were saying "11!!11!!".. well, that was his number on his jersey.. and when he kicked the ball so high, we all went "woaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" hahaha. like totally, he's hot.. and i kept mumbling "eh eh 11,11!!"to adeline...too bad, he's younger than me.. and adeline tried to cheer me up by saying white guys prefer older women.. totally ah adeline! hahahaa.. funny sia.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sajc did the hakka dance.. like totally ah.... all blacks ke per...heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grand entrance(rj in green and sajc in stripes)*rj actually put up a big banner man!! respect ar*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;begun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love rugby boys...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank god, i was once a ruggie.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-sorry, no pics of jjc' s game.. i was too engrossed-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and alot of cheering too...weee, the energy,the spirit and life!! man, thank god for making a college girl!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;don't care what college are u from, the thing is we have somethings in common...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;big shirts, short skirts, baggy pants, funky hairstyles, coloured hairbands, multiple piercing,expensive shoes,funky socks,nice bags,fbt shorts,cheering and more cheering!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114787914385707562?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114787914385707562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114787914385707562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the clubs or pubs or wherever to get a dose of alcoholic drinks to get high?&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, muslims aren't supposed to drink and get drunk...&lt;br /&gt;but then again, being ignorant and apathetic as they can be, some just couldn't resist the urge to drown themselves in jugs of beer, vodka or whatever alcoholic...&lt;br /&gt;being influenced by a couple of friends to drink, one just couldn't say no and are tempted to succumb to their  circle of friends who drinks..&lt;br /&gt;i have lotsa of friends who drinks, clubs and pubs..&lt;br /&gt;but none of them has ever forced me or influenced me to drink with them..&lt;br /&gt;maybe a casual " wanna drink? wanna have a beer?" yes,&lt;br /&gt;but i stand firm by saying " nah, u guys go on, i don't drink.."&lt;br /&gt;and they never did bug me again because they respect me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, it is sad to see people of ur own race trying to influence u to drink along when the those of the other races respect u for who u are and do not even attempt to influence u to follow suit..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, what's the purpose of getting high by drinking?&lt;br /&gt;u'll surely reek of beer, u get dehydrated and worst of all, u get hangovers which can be hell on earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i do get sad and disappointed when i came across blogs, websites or articles showing young malay kids drinking,saying they got drunk the other night and shamlessly confessed to something that is by right so wrong but something which is simply A-OK to them and are PROUD of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... proud of it.. but i must say, get drunk and be proud of it on earth.. and i'll be laughing my ass off at u in the other world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days back there was this article about malay/muslims undergrads hitting the clubs and drink under the influence of friends or choice..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, smart asses don't really make smart choices..&lt;br /&gt;i mean some really believe in work hard play hard..&lt;br /&gt;i believe in that too...&lt;br /&gt;hey, i might be hitting the clubs or pubs in future.. but for god's sake, there are such things as mocktails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who are offended, too bad for u... i mean, u must be the one drinking your way to hell for as u wouldn't feel offended.. dunzo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114778751095352033?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114778751095352033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114778751095352033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114778751095352033'/><link rel='self' 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week... in which i'm so excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wednesday: rugby finals... jjc vs pjc.. at the new police academy field..&lt;br /&gt;thursday: to the zoo with aniks..!!!!!! yes yes... *nods head* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;friday: jjc talentime&lt;br /&gt;sunday: the new paper big walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steady pom pi pi lar........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114776145773457615?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114776145773457615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114776145773457615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mother and granny.. and no words can describe how grateful i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make everyday mothers' day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114762063014571343?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114762063014571343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114762063014571343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114762063014571343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114762063014571343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-im-kinda-late-for-this-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114759583445524035</id><published>2006-05-14T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:37:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i want that hairstyle now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my nose resembles the button mushroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me and aisyah, after PSLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gbaonk(dayu not's in npcc) after the parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;G.O.H... spot Mr President!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;embarking council life.. VOTE FOR US!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(rosz, me, wei chang, hannah and hafiz)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was flipping through my photo album...&lt;br /&gt;guess, i'll share some of it with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114759583445524035?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114759583445524035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114759583445524035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114759583445524035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114759583445524035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-that-hairstyle-nowmy-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114752534149756153</id><published>2006-05-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:02:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went down to holland village yesterday to get some stuffs for grandaunts and present to them as gifts.. and i grabbed a drink from Starbucks.. that might explain to why i'm coughing non-stop from last night...&lt;br /&gt;soon after, we headed down to uncle's house nearby.. ate ice cream cake, nasi lemak and rojak mamak.. and we entertained ourselves by watching some funny and lame malay comedy."Bujang Senang" is totally hilarious.. a must watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, a day well spent at Cafe vienna at royal plaza on scotts... celebrating mothers' day and a mini gathering.. good food, great company.. just that, i'm doomed with a bad cough and a sore throat that i couldn't enjoy much of the sumptuous food served..as long as my mum and granny feel happy, i don't regret having to fork out a hundred bucks for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have the whole area to ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mum(centre) does the pout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; granny is happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cousin,mum in brown,aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mum and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;granny and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;granduncle,grandaunts and my granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me,granny,mum,cousin,aunt,baby cousin,grandaunt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;vain shot of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114752534149756153?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114752534149756153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114752534149756153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114752534149756153'/><link 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conjunction with the public holiday today, suria has been showing good quality shows.. since mothers' day is just round the corner, the shows are mostly about mothers and their love for their children..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't take it anymore.. thing is i can't watch shows with love as the subject.. simply because i'll cry...so easily...&lt;br /&gt;now, my head feels heavy.. maybe because i cried too much and keep blowing my nose hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers' day celebration tomorrow at cafe vienna at royal plaza on scotts...high tea&lt;br /&gt;along with my aunts and grandaunts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to run...gonna hit some malls as mum needs to grab some gifts for grandaunts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114742185018884597?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-11995444.post-114736802305632262</id><published>2006-05-12T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T01:20:23.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially, it was just me and nisah to town as i wanted to buy heels and a bag.. then, we decided to call up farz and put as they might have knocked off from work.. and they did, so we chose to meet at city hall.. soon, we called hidayu down and she quickly made her way down and we ended up meeting her at far east..&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at ramen ten.. and the spicy tom yam seafood ramen is so nice lar!!!!!!!!!!!.. fuyoooooooo... and the crispy maki sushi too..&lt;br /&gt;walked around.. though it was an impromptu date and spent only a couple of hours together only, we sure had lots of fun... and lots of pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wait and wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO Ramen Ten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food.. glorious food..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were hungry after a hard day's work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trip home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get dumb or dumber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making use&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paparazzi pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/collage18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i love them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*** spot the*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  bell boy/girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the middle finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bryanboy pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;topless me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/11995444-114736802305632262?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114736802305632262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-11995444.post-114725635399917681</id><published>2006-05-10T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:19:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>george w bush decided to attack osama bin laden with his countless troops of american soldiers,equipped with his modern warfare technology and weapons that could easily kill..&lt;br /&gt;osama bin laden was prepared with his ever-ready-to-die men but their only weapons are...&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;the rounds pearls which are found in bubble tea drinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with their big straws, they used the pearls to attack the american soldiers..&lt;br /&gt;being sticky and gluey, those pearls either blinded them or kill them instantly..&lt;br /&gt;and osama bin laden won the war while bush lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i dunno how in the world osama and his people could easily won the war with those black pearls u got from ur bubble tea drinks..maybe, it was due to allah's help...heh..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one of those weird dreams i had before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and each time i have a cup of bubble tea, i will smile to myself as i got reminded of that weird and dumb dream.. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114725635399917681?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114725635399917681/comments/default' title='Post 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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-11995444.post-114717798298751727</id><published>2006-05-09T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:33:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>besides ros's birthday that lingered in mind, i just recalled that my cousin has departed to Norway for work and studies..&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope he have reached there safely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think he has..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114717798298751727?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114717798298751727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-11995444.post-114715378792521375</id><published>2006-05-09T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:50:59.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went against my mum, i nearly got myself knocked by a car..&lt;br /&gt;this time round, i fell sick.. bad sore throat, sneezing and coughing..&lt;br /&gt;i think if the next time i were to go against her( to the extreme), i might could have drop dead just right there instantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they say " jgn la kamu bersikap derhaka terhadap ibu kamu" and that "syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking up with boyfriend is nothing compared to talking back to mum and quarrel...&lt;br /&gt;after quarrelling with mum, i felt the intense feeling of guilt that it practically eats me up. i lost appetite to eat, no mood to talk and feeling dead as per seh..&lt;br /&gt;worst,i received retribution from allah.. being sick..&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't mind, since being sick would also means cuci dosa.. or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i feel like dying and committing suicide when mum or granny refuses to talk to me or acknowledge me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;my life revolves around the love from allah, my family and my friends..&lt;br /&gt;without them, i'm nothing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114715378792521375?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11995444.post-114710340850798828</id><published>2006-05-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:50:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0025.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;joget bang, joget ronggeng yerr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS to Hafiz, the mat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for passing his bike tp test..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steady la mat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;    ....berhati-hati di jln raya....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since Hafiz is the talk for today..allow me to do some introduction about him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muhd Hafiz, 19 turning 20..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CCA chairman for 23rd council..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rugger for jjc's rugby team in which won 4th placing for year 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soon to be NTU undergrad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;future engineer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a typical mat.. hahahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so any minahs interested??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;minahs with big boobs, loves to wear tight clothes and thick make up may approach me to know this guy better.. 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to pasar geylang yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and i ate mee goreng basah, popiah basah and rojak..&lt;br /&gt;and the moment i reached home, i ate apam pulau pinang and otak otak..&lt;br /&gt;and then at night, i ate otak otak, goreng pisang and tapai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating alot.. and obviously, my tummy is getting big..&lt;br /&gt;but i find it weird because few days back, when i was at jjc, i took the opportunity to visit the gym assistant(nazerah, council's 3rd minah) and weighed myself.. i'm still weighing 55kg or something,from  what i know, i'm still below the 60 kg mark... now, thank yourself lucky that i'm(being a girl) is stating my weight for the public to know..&lt;br /&gt;well, if i can try hard to recall the last time i took my weight, i can vaguely remember that i was about 50-54 kg.. so an increase in 2-3 kg doesn't make a big deal for me as looking at the amount of food intake, i've been expecting an increase of 5-8 kg!&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, when i was in year one, i experienced the biggest flunctuations in my weight..&lt;br /&gt;it was during the fasting month and i fell sick.. i had stomach flu so i kept vomitting out every single bite food and  sip of water i took.. i nearly got admitted to the hospital for my water/glucose content in my body is really low.. i became scrawny and looked sick...pathetic, i must say..&lt;br /&gt;i came back to school once i got well, went for PE lessons and got myself weighed.. i was 45kg..&lt;br /&gt;indeed, i lost 10kg in a matter of a short time... my PE teacher and a couple of friends were surprised to how much weight i've lost in two weeks..&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm happy that i've been eating alot..(HAHAHAHA).. at least, i'll be looking more mampat and not like some skin and bones girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat more, run more..&lt;br /&gt;gonna run 10 rounds... bao yue make this dream of mine real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114692363200507806</id><published>2006-05-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:47:40.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>few days back, i had a dream.. it was more like a nightmare for me...&lt;br /&gt;all of us in gbaonk were fighting with each other.. it was sad.. i dunno what we were fighting about but it hurts so much.. hanisah and hidayu in one team, farz and put in another team and i'm the vulnerable, lonely one..farz and i got ourselves in the biggest fight of all, maybe because among the five of us, me and farz are the most ego and stubborn ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/27528034926915l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/27528034926915l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                         me and farz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly gave up on that friendship of ours.. thankfully, putri wrote a letter to each of us that wrote we should get over this and be as what we used to be...and everything went back as fine..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it was just a dream but it hurts so much... losing them is the one of the last things in mind and in my life to happen..i prayed hard none of such things will happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, when i was out with adeline, i was telling her how birds of a feather flock together.. people of same interests, capable of having to hold solid conversations and making the 'chemistry' thingy going on tend to be friends or even better, the best of friends..&lt;br /&gt;deemed to have the same frequency, we are much more inclined to be able to interact and communicate better with each other, and hence, this is where the understanding and tolerance part come in..we gain trust and respect, exposed to different types of personality in which we find ourselves having to change in order to adapt to the various personalities our friends have and needless to say, they are the ones whom we will hold dearly to our hearts for being our friends, for being our companions and for being there when the time comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of friends but i don't have many good/best friends.. i tend to realise that when i feel shitty and have no one to turn to..&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i thank god for my good/ best friends have been there for me when i need them most.. taking me as a friend for who i was, for who i am and for who i can be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114692363200507806?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114692363200507806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114692363200507806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114692363200507806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114692363200507806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/few-days-back-i-had-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114684942977976783</id><published>2006-05-06T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:19:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Adeline wants to be in the office working&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Edmund, the birthday boy is one year older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hafiz, the mat speaks up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen refuses to show her pretty face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hidayah(myself) waits for the fruits to drop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy dayyyyyy.... first met up with adeline.. out to harbourfront to get my free gift from canon and to town to get edmund's bday gift.. hahahaha.. cartoonista havaianas..&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to jp to have dinner with the mat(hafiz), edmund and also karen...&lt;br /&gt;heeee.. and then movie.. the mat insisted i should watch the movie with them and happily bought 4 tix when i told them i couldn't and my parents will screw me.. so i called up my mum and of course, she nagged.. but heck, i did went for the movie.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible 3.. worth the watch.. go go tom cruise.. i dunno why i hate him now.. must be cause of tom-katie thingy... i used to be head over heels about the chap.. haha.. why not? he's awesomely gorgeous...yums.. but i think, i'm into him again...hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;rushed home.. took the taxi with edmund..&lt;br /&gt;and the mat is becoming more and more 'excited' about certain things...&lt;br /&gt;MTB, MB......................................... mat berg.. heheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and oh, i got a new camera..&lt;strong&gt;canon EOS 350D...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a gift from mum and dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and not forgetting, a toy flower with a face in which only the mat can make it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thanks alot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114684942977976783?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114684942977976783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114684942977976783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114684942977976783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114684942977976783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/adeline-wants-to-be-in-office-working.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114676337588613066</id><published>2006-05-05T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:22:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, if only i'm rich enough to travel as much as i can, i wouldn't be cooped here blogging about nonsense things that are related to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it myself or with my friends, i insist on going to melbourne for a holiday and stay over at my aunt's place for about 2-3 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i insist that i'll be going to austria and germany 2 years after my melbourne trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i insist that i'll be going to america and hawaii before getting married..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i insist that i'll be bringing my family to china with my hard earned money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i insist that i do accept donations.. and that i have paypal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and i need a travelling partner... anyone up to it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114676337588613066?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114676337588613066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114676337588613066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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The University Admission Selection Committee has approved your application for admission to NTU to study in the following course in academic year 2006-07:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARITIME STUDIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha.. totally lar.. my third choice.. how nice.. now, i dunno whether to take it or not.. let's see what nus got to offer me.. hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;question: all courses in ntu is under direct honours programme is it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm clueless..so pls help me out here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114675907007839963?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114675907007839963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114675907007839963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114675907007839963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114675907007839963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/congratulations-university-admission.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114667624029156784</id><published>2006-05-04T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:10:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss them... alot.. and i can't wait to meet them soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/animal%20kingdom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/animal%20kingdom5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114667624029156784?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114667624029156784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114667624029156784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114667624029156784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114667624029156784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-them.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114667012792860233</id><published>2006-05-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:28:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! i finally ran with bao yue.. 7 rounds.. &gt; 2.4km..woopee.. i can run for more rounds since i've gotten the momentum.. but i was afraid i'll be late for home so i stopped while bao yue continued running for two more rounds..&lt;br /&gt;before that, touch girls were on field.. and there was jessie.. so kinda fool around with the ball while waiting for the babe to come..&lt;br /&gt;chatted up with bibi and nabil..hehe.. it was nice to see them and talked a little.. study hard and smart guys!&lt;br /&gt;and met up with nazerah!!!!!!!!! the 3rd minah!!!!!!!! hahaha.. since it was hard to get in contact with her, i was so glad to meet her..&lt;br /&gt;talked about our so called love life and wat our future holds for us  with bao yue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today.. i was just happy.. pure joy...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm savouring it..&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114667012792860233?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114667012792860233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114667012792860233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114667012792860233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114667012792860233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes-i-finally-ran-with-bao-yue.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114658565298160858</id><published>2006-05-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:00:53.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuition earlier...&lt;br /&gt;rushed home...&lt;br /&gt;go to mustafa centre with mum and granny..&lt;br /&gt;waited for dearest uncle..&lt;br /&gt;uncle made his choices over office wear...&lt;br /&gt;went to ABM to have dinner..&lt;br /&gt;it was uncle treat...&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, outside of mustafa centre was packed..&lt;br /&gt;so packed..&lt;br /&gt;it was a TUESDAY!!!!! for god's sake, a weekday...&lt;br /&gt;it was hard to get a taxi..&lt;br /&gt;finally, managed to get one.. thank god, mum chased after it.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;another was unhappy.. heck care lar...&lt;br /&gt;mum have had a long day.. and she was tired.. same goes for granny..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired too lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;then, going back to almighty jjc for a jog with bao yue........ hahahhahahahaahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is getting so big that u cannot see the other sie of the world..&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is getting so big that when u press my tummy lightly, it wobbles like jello..&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is getting so big that .....&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;i need to start exercising and stop eating...&lt;br /&gt;damn it bitch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114658565298160858?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114658565298160858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114658565298160858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114658565298160858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114658565298160858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuition-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114650759794102555</id><published>2006-05-02T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T02:21:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paris Hilton looking hot.. for once, give her your limelight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/Untitled-TrueColor-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole richie.. love her hair.. but not her skinny legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/Coachella_Music_Festival_29-04-06_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/laag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel bilson!!! so cute.. so hot.. though she's looking a tad slimmer now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/dwiek/Untitled-TrueColor-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114650759794102555?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114650759794102555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114650759794102555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114650759794102555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114650759794102555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/paris-hilton-looking-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114647719728197949</id><published>2006-05-01T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:53:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, an impromptu date with Ms Koh Bao Yue...&lt;br /&gt;walked around.. lunch at lido, saw lots of singapore women with white guys.. went to fcuk sale, and we nearly splurge.. i wanted the white pair of jeans and bao yue wants a flowery print skirt..went to far east, i bought a dark yellow roman-like dress while she bought green beach dress and skirt... looked at shoes..trying to find the right pair of black stilettos.. search for big belts..went to gucci boutique..went to heeren.. i nearly bought that black exodus stilettos.. went to starbucks to grab a bite.. went home.. we talked alot... bout everything under the sun.. from the topic of council days, uni application, jobs to the election of political parties..&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i have a strong feeling that most of my friends are going to be tai tai soon.. i mean, we are already on the verge of becoming  young tai tais..&lt;br /&gt;expensive make up from mac and bobby brown, perfumes from dior,chanel,escada..,shoes with prices that range from $50 to $200... handbags of unbelievable prices...and also, not forgetting the way we present ourselves.. the way we dress.. the way we act..&lt;br /&gt;it was such a drastic change..&lt;br /&gt;back in college, we were either in our uniform or shirt and shorts most of the time..with our tied-back hair or short hair cut and oily face..&lt;br /&gt;now, it's make up , heels/flats and nice clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't recognised bao yue yesterday.. she looks feminine and more mature..prettier.. it took me a while to get used to it..and she also couldn't recognised me either as i looked totally different compared to how i was in the past.. asking me what i've done to myself.. hahahaha... one thing for sure, the answer is not plastic surgery... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, for advice on shoes, i know who to turn to.. and not forgetting sale and discounts..it is none other than bao yue! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;she is the one of the two chinese girls whom my family knows and fond of..&lt;br /&gt;besides adeline, bao yue's name is unique.. haha that was what my mum said.. and she kept saying.."bao yueeekk.." and i have to constantly  say.."no... it's just Bao yue." ahhaha...sorry girl..but now, my mum knows how to say her name properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.. today..&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at bali thai restaurant with my family, grandaunt's and granduncle's family.. lots of food..ate alot and i feel so bloated and full.. superb lar.. and chen, it's way better than siam kitchen lar...let's go bali thai next time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund's bday this wed.. and to think that i actually asked for his bday and he won't answer me, makes me feel so useless as a friend..but i managed to find out when..&lt;br /&gt;and chen is buying him something out of this world.. hahahahaha.. which costs more than$100...&lt;br /&gt;goodness... ahhaha... thinking about the gift he wanted to buy for edmund makes me wanna laugh all the time.. hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shut up and go sleep now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114647719728197949?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114647719728197949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114647719728197949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114647719728197949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114647719728197949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-impromptu-date-with-ms-koh.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114632784025388548</id><published>2006-04-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:24:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my granny won't be coming home tonight!!!!!!!! she'll be sleeping at my aunt's place!!!!!!! not fair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i miss her.. i feel like crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sorry, i'm kinda pampered whenever i'm with my granny.. i can't get used to not having my granny by my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114632784025388548?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114632784025388548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114632784025388548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114632784025388548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114632784025388548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-granny-wont-be-coming-home-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114631688171380970</id><published>2006-04-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:21:45.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning, i had tuition.. then, a lunch with ed and chen was cancelled as chen couldn't make it.. i got bored.. got adel, she was lazy.. nvm, since she's hanging out at my house for more days to come now since she need not need to work at the school bookshop anymore.. (i find it humourous when kids at jjc called her AUNTIE adel.. hahahaha,like as if she's that old!!)&lt;br /&gt;so i called up mum when she was at work.. we agreed to meet up at jp soon after.. while waiting for her, i bumped into felicia.. i dunno why but felicia is so cute lar!!!!!!! her face so chubby and her eyes so small.. so cute! haha.. so we chatted, joked and had a few laughs.. we even had time to gossip! it was nice..having to have had a talk with her made me misses council even more.. then, mum finally came.. introduced felicia to her, parted and mum was telling me she could not believe that felicia is of my age because she looks 16.. haha..walked around for a while.. &lt;br /&gt;and then, mum suggested to head down to china square as she wanted to check out the flee market.. on our way, we talked and gossiped.. and then coincidentally met my cousin.. the one who goes "eh! kau tak der kerja ke per?? asyik online jer?!!" each time i'm on MSN.. seriously, i couldn't have recognised him if he didn't approached us.. he looks like eurasian/singh/chinese guy..i guess it runs in the blood since my grandmother is dutch/chinese and he's looking rather thin now.. and he's going to Norway for work/study under Rolls Royce next week for a year or so..i was telling my mum about how he's going back to his own roots.. coolio!!! &lt;br /&gt;soon, we reached to our designated destination.. that was no flee market at all!!!!!!!!!! it's on sunday!!!!!!! goodness, like totally lar!.. but it was alright.. there are a few of antiques/collectibles stores there.. and i got hooked.. so many nice things.. i even got an interest to buy this old fashioned phone..(god knows wat it's for). check out some of the few stores and i bought......&lt;br /&gt;a Salvatore Ferragamo belt!!!!!hahahaa... it was a bargain hard to resist!&lt;br /&gt;we decided to leave the place and go to other places..&lt;br /&gt;far east square has a flee market too.. it's right beside planet fitness gym.. (for those who frequent tanjong pagar/raffles area, u should know where it is).. but, nothing much there... took a cab down to tanglin mall, apparently, there's no flee market too!!!!!! screwed.. so we just ate at Macd.. (i didn't eat breakfast at all, and we were eating Macd at 4pm).. talked and gossiped..mum was telling me bout her high school life.. aisyah was no longer working there.. she got trasnferred to forum as a manager.. (aisyah's the one with me in my friendster pic up there).. headed home.. watch eye 10 vcd with dad and mum.. and i just got out from paying my bills..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired now..&lt;br /&gt;and granny's not at home!!!!! and she's not back home now!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhh.. she has been out the whole day helping her lil sister cooking..&lt;br /&gt;i'm from a family where mostly the women are cooks.. most of us have our own stalls, selling food at school canteens and one of my uncle even does catering under Fatimah Mohsein.. since, his wife is Fatimah Mohsein's aunt.. so if there's anyone of u who wishes to take up Fatimah Mohsein, pls approach me if u want.. hopefully, i can get a cheaper price for u.. hahhaa ...&lt;br /&gt;i miss my grandma lar..both of them..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like today is like a sunday, rather than a saturday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.. all done.. no more of having to endure mum's and granny's naggings..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out but i'm so lazyyyyyyyyy... and i'm supposed to buy an assessment book for my tutee but i'm so lazyyyyyyyy.. i'm supposed to set my hair but i'm so lazyyyyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend said i've been reading too many blogs on celebrities that i'm dressing more like nicole richie and lindsay lohan as day goes by and even the way i stand is like paris hilton......... tak kelakar la mashi!!!!!! *tisk*&lt;br /&gt;roger.. tut tut.. dier tergoda.. *rubs tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bebual world...&lt;br /&gt;pissed..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;must be the hormones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114621002308835609?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11995444.post-114620414171069625</id><published>2006-04-28T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:02:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i'm staying at home with hopes of getting my table cleaned up and do some household chores..!!! wah!! this is not normal ok...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114620414171069625?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114620414171069625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114620414171069625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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teaching.. hot weather makes me irked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might as well say i'm kinda moody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u realise that xiaxue's blog entries are getting ridiculous and pathetic?? she's attacking on people whom she does not favour... like totally...&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114614998416096048?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114614998416096048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114614998416096048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114614998416096048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114614998416096048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/pms-hitting-me-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114606495006765026</id><published>2006-04-26T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:22:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisah's camera is schmuck-ingly superb...&lt;br /&gt;she got canon&lt;br /&gt;dayu got olympus&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna try nikon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-11995444.post-114606230707055032</id><published>2006-04-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:38:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent half of my day with Nisah showing one cute bloke from california some places in singapore.. cool chap.. though there were time,i couldn't make up what's he saying.. hahaha... he gave me the vibes that he was not from US.. i felt like he's more of an australian.. hhaha.. i dunno.. he's hot.. yes nisah, i do think he's kinda cute and hot.. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok.. whatever....&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't have to this again because i do find it kinda weird walking around with a complete stranger from America... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i have to..&lt;br /&gt;god, leon..i just remembered he's gonna come here in august..&lt;br /&gt;great.. just as when sch term has started.. haha....&lt;br /&gt;that dork..&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i hope it'll be way more better than with skye(the name of the california dude)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114606230707055032?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114606230707055032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114606230707055032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114606230707055032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and adel are only in the beginners stage of salsa and we both find it super duper hard.. and let alone to dance like them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's fucking fast lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ade~~-- says:&lt;br /&gt;damn fast lahz..&lt;br /&gt;ade~~-- says:&lt;br /&gt;shit man..&lt;br /&gt;ade~~-- says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;borat loves u says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lar&lt;br /&gt;borat loves u says:&lt;br /&gt;then super long sia&lt;br /&gt;borat loves u says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;borat loves u says:&lt;br /&gt;not human lar..&lt;br /&gt;ade~~-- says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yah....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114598294942815550?l=polkadotszealot.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-11995444.post-114589634996060342</id><published>2006-04-25T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:43:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's nice to start the day listening to Dusty Springfield..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy and contented..&lt;br /&gt;cannot is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I only want to be with u-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIPadTwun8o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIPadTwun8o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i'm a 60's girl..&lt;br /&gt;i like retro songs.. swing, motown to hippie.. i love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114589634996060342?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114589634996060342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114589634996060342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114589634996060342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114589634996060342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-nice-to-start-day-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114587647757691392</id><published>2006-04-24T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:40:07.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept for 11 hours..&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to Nisah and Hafiz online, and talk merepek as usual.. hafiz, borat loves u!hahahah&lt;br /&gt;i got my pay..&lt;br /&gt;i treated mum and granny to a fast food dinner...(each time i got my pay)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy and contented...&lt;br /&gt;cannot is it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114587647757691392?l=polkadotszealot.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-11995444.post-114580397198510918</id><published>2006-04-23T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:55:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=gW_YhUWZkAs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p.swf?video_id=gW_YhUWZkAs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;Nisah and me likes BOrat..&lt;br /&gt;borat loves u..&lt;br /&gt;yakaboosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114580397198510918?l=polkadotszealot.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-11995444.post-114578239011920647</id><published>2006-04-23T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:53:10.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday we went to S-----------------------------------------------------------------Snow city...&lt;br /&gt;well, not sentosa since the weather has been weird these days and we wouldn't want to be stuck there with thunderstorm showers...&lt;br /&gt;and it was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;lots of fun.. we were like kids litereally.. the slide.. playing with snow.. throwing snow at each other.. hugging snow man.. igloo.. ok merepekssss..... pics pics.. show u the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to snow city, we had lunch at jp banquet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we rushed down, taking a cab to snow city.. and here we had fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to wear boots and jeans...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then to science centre.. and take lots of ridiculous photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr... that's all.. more pics with hidayu..&lt;br /&gt;ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114578239011920647?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114578239011920647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114578239011920647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114578239011920647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114578239011920647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-we-went-to-s-snow-city.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114559354285198227</id><published>2006-04-21T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:25:42.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy because my friends are happy.. and one of them is mary.. yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisah wants to go to bora bora island.. yes, instantly, i got reminded of the bora bora bar at sentosa... anyway, i thought bora bora is somewhere in mauritious or maldives.. but hell no, it's in hawaii... so yes, Nisah wants to go to hawaii... and hawaii is located about 10 hrs away from US.. like totally lar.. that's freaking far...and i was so dumb to tell Good ol' Mike that hawaii is near new zealand.. hahaha.. simply because i though the world is round and so it's somewhere around there... for once, i felt like a bimbo.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;the tix to the US alone will cost me a whopping $1,600.. and if we are to go to hawaii, how will it cost?? hahaa...i'll be starving by then..&lt;br /&gt;and so if we are to go to hawaii, it would be nice to drop mike a visit in pennsylvania... weee... and then, we'll go hawaii together with his wife and his cute lil daughter... yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that'll happen later, a few years down the road.. see, Nisah always have this  "cita-cita tinggi" vibes around her.. haha.. it cracks me up all the time.. she's so ambitious lar.. wanting to go to hawaii so as to get the feel of being exotic... haha.. kentut lar....rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aust next year.. me,nisah and ayu are up to it...put and  farz are yet to confirm&lt;br /&gt;a visit to brisbane for a few days to meet up with a couple of friends in Queensland and then to melbourne where my aunt and a sec sch mate,Belinda Wijaya are...i just realised that they're studying in the same university.. haha...what a small world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after aust, it will be korea... steady  lar... since going to korea and things there are kinda cheap.. very cheap actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the plan is me and nisah has decided to travel every two years... so that we can save and have enough money by then..&lt;br /&gt;mum's gonna flip..&lt;br /&gt;but she knows i want to travel.&lt;br /&gt;she even asked me to check out this job...&lt;br /&gt;a job that may requires me to travel.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;i love mum.. she understands me most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout that, mother's day coming...&lt;br /&gt;and she said she wants to go on a shopping spree of make-up stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead, i'm telling u.. so so dead..&lt;br /&gt;imagine, &lt;br /&gt;chanel,dior,lancome,clinique,bobby brown.. and many more..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm footing the bill.. i can't possibly let her pay on mother's day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114559354285198227?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114559354285198227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114559354285198227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114559354285198227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114559354285198227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-happy-because-my-friends-are-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114550862676130933</id><published>2006-04-20T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:50:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMAG0027%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/IMAG0027%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh... nick lachey still loves jessica simpson... how sweet!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i spent the whole night last night watching a few episodes of season 3 of One Tree Hill.. nathan and haley are back together.. how lovely... i felt like crying and all.. it was just so touching.. meanwhile, Nisah was telling me(MSN) to stop watching those episodes about haley and nathan because it was just too overwhelming.. hahaha... I NEED A GUY LIKE NATHAN............ yes yes... i really do.... god, pls grant my wishes...:P naley forever.... god, i sounded like somekind of minah jiwang here.... oh no.. i must stop before hafiz(the new mat berg yg TB) calls me minah jiwang besides minah TB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: TB stands for tak betul...&lt;br /&gt;like totally eh hafiz...&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114550862676130933?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114550862676130933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114550862676130933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114550862676130933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114550862676130933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114542677318958363</id><published>2006-04-19T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:06:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how old is paris hilton actually?? because her boyfriend, stavros just turned 21..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the countless conversations we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me : i think i'm gonna sign up for the cable thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt;: ya right... i'm telling u won't even have the time to watch it sooner or later... u're gonna start sch soon right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me: ahhh damn it shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt;: oh and i think it'll be ur dad slogging in front of the tv watching them and not u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me: *slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, just as when i wanted to get cable in the comfort of my own home(using my own cash), my mum reminded me of how dad is like at home.. he'll hog the tv like no other.. demanding for the shows he and only he wants to watch and then spend hours sitting on the couch watching them.. often, i get pissed off and we ended up quarrelling... each time, i wanna watch a movie, there he is interrupting and trying to coax me into watching his shows... ahh... and a war started... both of us, ego at it's peak, quarrelling, shouting.. bleahhhhhh.... i always give in to him because i just can't be bothered and due to the fact of how much i hate to quarrel with someone....and yes, he gets the control of the remote control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so... getting the cable is not a good idea... god, imagine him just slogging there, being a potato couch... and here i am, in desperate need to watch trl on mtv.. it'll be such a mess, i'm telling you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and granny used to say how fierce and strict i am that my dad fear me at times... and my uncle too..... ahh... there has been a couple of times, i kick their butts out of the house as i caught them smoking in the house,slam the door to their faces,throwing tantrums... totally, smoke ur way through to ur deathbed if u want to, but i don't want my granny, mum and myself to die because of lung cancer...i guess they're kinda used to it that they no longer smoke in the house... coool yeahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114542677318958363?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114542677318958363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114542677318958363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114542677318958363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114542677318958363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-old-is-paris-hilton-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114537604444531565</id><published>2006-04-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:03:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i dreamt i bought a fake gucci bag... like totally.. of all things why must it be gucci.. and to make things worse, why must it be fake!!!!!!!!!!! ahhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been wishing to own one original gucci bag.. so pls, if there's anyone out there who would like to buy one for me, do not be shy to approach me.. ahah!! i shall just dream for that particular day to come....bleahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/1c_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/1c_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/99_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/99_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i have this pls!!!!!!!!either one of the colours will do just fine....heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/cb_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/cb_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/FHM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/FHM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, each time i pass by a newspaper store/shop, these two magazines never fail to remind me of someone.. i'm not telling who but some of u may know.. hahahhahaha...and each time i'm out with that guy, i've always asked him "so how's this month issue of fhm/maxim?" or "who's on the cover of fhm/maxim?" and it's either he talk about it or hit the nearest news stand to get them when we were out..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i would rather prefer my man to get hold of such magazines to flipping through the pages of a magazine with photos of hot guys with washboard body wearing speedos...goodness....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114537604444531565?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114537604444531565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114537604444531565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114537604444531565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114537604444531565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-i-dreamt-i-bought-fake-gucci-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114533464287532912</id><published>2006-04-18T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:30:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salsa was pretty cool.. but kinda confusing... i got so confused that i added in a touch of hip hop dance to it unknowingly.. i realised only when adel pointed it to me and we laughed our asses off.. hahahaha... i was so embarrassed lar... too much of hip hop/pop dance background made me unversatile.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;and so me and adel has a problem.. the problem is we couldn't stop talking to each other.. we always have something to talk about non-stop.. hahahah.. weird, i just find it weird... but i love her lots.. hehe...:):)&lt;br /&gt;well, apparently my grandma was not happy about me taking those salsa classes.. she thinks it's unnecessary, waste of time and money... bleahhhhhhh... mum was pretty much cool about it.. she just wants me to be happy with wat i'm doing.. god, i must get mum to persuade granny that i want to do something i'm interested in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm looking forward to another sentosa trip with the gbaonk.. another make up session for hidayu.. weee... and we have the chairlift dream.. hahaha.. but i love the luge!! chairlift is just magnificent because the view is simply breathtaking.. and we're gonna swim!! yey!!! get ur bikinis girls... haha.. kidding, we won't be wearing bikinis... we rather be caught dead than to wear them...we'll swim swim, roll roll, make sandcastles, eat eat, enjoy the sun... weee... *jumps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114533464287532912?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114533464287532912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114533464287532912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114533464287532912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114533464287532912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/salsa-was-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114525089164044733</id><published>2006-04-17T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:14:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/2652502904978l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/2652502904978l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love diana's fake&lt;br /&gt;i love the way sari runs&lt;br /&gt;i love the way hong mei tricked others&lt;br /&gt;i love the way how jolene plays touch like how she dances&lt;br /&gt;i love fana's determination&lt;br /&gt;i love hazel's motivation&lt;br /&gt;i love jing jing's outrun&lt;br /&gt;i love mariam's cute way of playing touch&lt;br /&gt;i love the way lay play the game&lt;br /&gt;i love verlin's fast speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone were the days when we were constantly in search of nike and adidas boots, sports bra, canterbury shorts, missing rugby balls and cones, shouting at each other, stretching,running ten rounds, lateral passing, filling water bottles, bitching,sprains and muscles pull, laughing, hot rugby guys and last but not least, the word "FUCK"...&lt;br /&gt;we were girls.. aggressive girls on field... feminine outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114525089164044733?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114525089164044733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114525089164044733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114525089164044733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114525089164044733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/courtesy-of-mary-i-love-dianas-fake-i.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114524755134252107</id><published>2006-04-17T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:37:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/%20sep%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/%20sep%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to receive any reply from both of the universities here.. it better come quick before i resort to planning to further my studies in melbourne..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, studying overseas sounds fun but then again, i don't want my family to be tied down in a financial crisis... you get wat i mean??? so pls come quick!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, mary's starting school today..i wonder how is it going for her.. haha... wait, why am i excited about this?? hah.. well, maybe because i can't wait for school to start for me.but hell, i'm happy for mary!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this evening, me and adel are going to attend a free salsa trial.. hahaa... before signing up for the course, we wanna have a taste of how salsa is really like..&lt;br /&gt;well, of course my mum and granny wasn't that happy about this.. they kept telling me to go for religious classes instead of salsa-ing... i want BOTH!!!!!!!! i'm gonna check out Darul Arqam for any religious classes available.. ahh, it doesn't matter where or wat institution, i just wat to get on with my religious studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, u got to check this out.&lt;br /&gt;surprise surprise, wat do we have here.. hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go go... vroom vroom vroom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114524755134252107?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114524755134252107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114524755134252107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114524755134252107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114524755134252107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114517626074717961</id><published>2006-04-16T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:31:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mariam once said the songs i have in my mp3 is out of the norm... well, i think so too..&lt;br /&gt;i love indie/alternative rock..&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeahs rocks my socks..&lt;br /&gt;especially maps... it gets me high all the time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e70fjnbeX20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e70fjnbeX20" 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href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/mariam-once-said-songs-i-have-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114517349506386981</id><published>2006-04-16T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:44:55.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, i spent my night yesterday having tunes of dangdut blasted at me... yes, yes, i was there, experiencing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANGDUT NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... can u believe that!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahaha, well, i can't believe it myself either.. well, it was held at a nearby community club and no, it's NOT at Silver Tortoise(like how nisah assumed)... granny got a few tickets that had "MALAM RIANG RIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dangdut)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;clearly written on it.. p.s: realise how small the word 'dangdut' is compared to the other three words..and so, granny thought it was purely some entertainment, nothing to do with dangdut.. but hell, when we're out on our way, mum realised it was dangdut nite... god, we were like so embarrassed to step into that place.. however, when we reached there, we saw other malays wearing tudung/headscarf, so yet, we thought this couldn't be that bad.. but hold on to ur breath as the moment the live band started to play dangdut songs, uncles and aunties(some in TUDUNGS!!) began to rise,headed to the dance floor and danced!!! shaking their asses like there's no tomorrow!!! HOLY FISH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny,mum and i gasped.. we were totally caught off guard and were very surprised to the very fact that muslim women wearing headscarf dancing and shaking their ass off to the songs of dangdut... YA ALLAH!!!!  goodness gracious..&lt;br /&gt;soon after, we found ourselves laughing at them.. some danced very well while some, hmmm, shall i say atrociously suck in dancing... hahaha... there were some in the world of their own..&lt;br /&gt;there was this young bloke, dancing himself and singing along.. he actually memorised the songs word by word!!hahaha... and he's dancing is great... and i have this strong feeling, he's a regular in dangdut clubs.. hahaha... and also, there's this hot hot girl who can really shake her ass really really well.. there were youngsters.. just dancing and having fun with their friends...&lt;br /&gt;throughout 2-3 hours, we just sat there, watching them dancing and gelek-ing and having a few good laughs ourselves... well, it was a great experience.. we'll never get to see such malay getting active in such things if we were to coop in the house, not being out there to see the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit i do like dangdut for a while and just grooving to the beat, but not till like dancing for the whole 3 hours... and in front of many people!!!  haha.. when u're young, it's alright.. but not when, u're getting old (40s-50s) dancing in front of people...&lt;br /&gt;well, as i've said before different people thinks and acts differently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great experience, really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114517349506386981?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114517349506386981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114517349506386981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114517349506386981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114517349506386981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/believe-it-or-not-i-spent-my-night.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114508857464586949</id><published>2006-04-15T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:09:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Classic Beauty!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattypeofbeautyareyouquiz/classic-beauty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a timeless beauty that looks great in every decadeInstead following trends, you stick to what worksAnd this means you never skimp on your beauty routineUpside? Your classic looks tends to attract gentlemen - not boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Brigitte Bardot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/brigitte-bardot.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naurally sensual and beautifulYou're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhereYou've got a look that's one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Famous Pinup Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fierce Femme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdaringareyouquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all true!!! so true... but who the hell in brigette bardot!!!&lt;br /&gt;the only pinup girl i know is marilyn monroe.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114508857464586949?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114508857464586949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114508857464586949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114508857464586949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114508857464586949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-classic-beautyyou-have.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114508713428009441</id><published>2006-04-15T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:45:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i got tagged ny my pretty cousin.. so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;check....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR THINGS ABOUT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR JOBS I'VE DONE IN MY LIFE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;selling food(mum's food business)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;part time barista at Starbucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tutor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;errrr...that's all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR MOVIES THAT I COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; ace ventura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;legally blonde&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet home alabama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;final destination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR PLACES I'VE LIVED&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;jurong east st 31&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jurong east st 32&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR TV SHOWS I LOVE TO WATCH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;whose line is it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;csi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DIA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one tree hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR PLACES THAT I'VE BEEN ON VACATION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;medan,lake toba @ indonesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KL @ malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Langkawi @ malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bintan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR WEBSITES I VISIT DAILY WHEN I'M ONLINE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mailfriends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mariam's blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hollywod gossips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR OF MY FAV FOOD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;nasi briyani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thosai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spaghetti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hor fun seafood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE NOW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;clarke quay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;esplanade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;east coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sentosa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOUR FRIENDS WHOM I'VE TAGGE D AND THINK THEY WOULD RESPOND&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;mariam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diyana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;faddy jr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seri hidayu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh... that's bout it people!!! and thanks to HANA..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so wat are u waiting for??? do it people.. do it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do do do do..it it it it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114508713428009441?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114508713428009441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114508713428009441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114508713428009441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114508713428009441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-tagged-ny-my-pretty-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114507667856298484</id><published>2006-04-15T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:57:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/adam_rachel1_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/adam_rachel1_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ADAM BRODY AND RACHEL BILSON!!! I FUCKING HELL DO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;they're like the cutest couple ever on the earth.. so cute.. so sweet.. so hot..&lt;br /&gt;i want a guy who dresses like adam brody!!!(God, pls grant my wish)he's so yummy and i crave for him like how i crave macd's strawberry milkshake...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trent.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[SOURCE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodrag.com/index.php?/weblog/comments/rachel_bilson_and_adam_brody_in_beverly_hills/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[SOURCE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/11995444-114507667856298484?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114507667856298484/comments/default' title='Post 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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-11995444.post-114503444239850593</id><published>2006-04-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:07:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i just couldn't log on to this blogger.. and so i didn't update last night.. anyway, nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;met up with the cousin.. only to bump into another cousin who apparently just came back from new zealand without telling most of us.. fine..but it was nice to see her.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around.. and shopped..now, my legs are tired... goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it today.. brain dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114503444239850593?l=polkadotszealot.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-11995444.post-114485224568908498</id><published>2006-04-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:30:45.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nisah and i LOVE the MAGIC NUMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!... the group which plays hippie/folksy songs...&lt;br /&gt;i can swear that if both of us were to live during the 70s/80s era, we will live our lives as HIPPIES....weeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s29S51KSbiQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s29S51KSbiQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-11995444.post-114482397119613009</id><published>2006-04-12T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:39:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: damn! these tights are too tight for my legs&lt;br /&gt;mum: who asked u to go running?&lt;br /&gt;me: but i need to keep fit wat&lt;br /&gt;(mum remained silent)&lt;br /&gt;me: fine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, when i'm bored at home, i went for a run or a jog..&lt;br /&gt;indeed, i ran yesterday.. better now..&lt;br /&gt;capable of running 30 mins flat...&lt;br /&gt;woopee... stamina back on... i'm loving this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's got a long holiday for herself..&lt;br /&gt;thurs,fri,sat and sun..&lt;br /&gt;wth!!! cool!!! i love it when she's at home..&lt;br /&gt;and then we'll talk, gossip and just chat...&lt;br /&gt;about anything under the sun..&lt;br /&gt;clothes,friends,make up,clubbing,sex amongst teens... whatever....&lt;br /&gt;she's my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's hamid doing in tekong.. even mum asked me bout him..&lt;br /&gt;well, hope he's doing just fine..&lt;br /&gt;oh have i told u he's in the same platoon as FARHAN PJC...&lt;br /&gt;the one whom mary said HE'S CUTE&lt;br /&gt;the one whom rosida said HE'S THE TAMAN JURONG-ER&lt;br /&gt;the one whom i find him very talkative but hey, he's hot...lol&lt;br /&gt;god, hell breaks loose.. i was surprised,seriously.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a date with cousin,&lt;br /&gt;a date with bao yue all coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114482397119613009?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-11995444.post-114476700199005853</id><published>2006-04-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:50:02.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've watched brokeback mountain few days back.. well, there's two hot guys, how can i resist?? though i find it kinda disgusting to have two guys having sex(which reminds me of animals doing it), i'm pretty touched by the love they shared.. it's simply beautiful,powerful and it's something words can't explain.. how i wish i'll experience the love those two guys had one day...yes, one day...&lt;br /&gt;so the topic on gays.. well, it's of course wrong in terms of religion and ethics.. but it's all about choice.. seriously, i do not know why in the hell they prefer to fell in love with someone of the same gender or being sexually attracted to them.. goodness, whatever that is going on in their minds amazes me...&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i will respect them.. it's their life.. so they have the utmost rights over their life..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i can't believe that someone i love is a gay.. someone whom i've known since he's a baby.. goodness.. and i still accept him being gay.. &lt;br /&gt;love is just so powerful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114476700199005853?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114476700199005853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114476700199005853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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as smart as jc students just that they prefer to go to poly instead of jc.. some jc students are not so smart but they die die don't want to go to poly and so appeal to go to jc.. well, some of those not smarter ones ended up in courses not of their own choice in poly.. well, that's sad.. it really proves something.. &lt;br /&gt;i mean if u can't survive the 'o' levels, wat makes u think u can hell yeah survive the vicious rat race of the working world... news of people who managed to make big bucks when they don't even pass psle are now history.. miracles just don't happen just like that now, presently..even miracles need a bit of effort to make it work..&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness, singapore has different options to choose from in case u have screwed up..at least, u have something to fall back on.. do it right.. and get a decent job.. even though it won't pay u much, but nonetheless, u still can get something out of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they say, u reap wat u sow.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do wat u like and there'll be good times ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114469065333837383?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114469065333837383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114469065333837383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114469065333837383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114469065333837383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/debate-between-poly-students-and-jc.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114464580977738397</id><published>2006-04-10T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:10:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMAG0015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/IMAG0015.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who didn't realised it, it has been the second week in the month of april.. the fourth month of the year 2006.. time flies too quickly.. and the next thing i know, i'll be back to school again,then it'll be the fasting month for the muslims,then hari raya,then christmas,then year 2007!!,then the guys will be out of NS... WTF!!!!!!!!!... this is wat i called madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like it was only yesterday when some of my friends and i went back to jjc to get on with studying.. and then now, we have even get over and done with the damned examinations, gotten our results and currently waiting to embark a new life by  taking a degree as our next step..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you realise that we have a pattern to follow in life??&lt;br /&gt;childhood,go to nursery,kindergarten,elementary school and then high school.. poly/college.. get driving/riding license.. university education or working life for others, marriage,kids,retirement... and i assume u know wat comes up next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i can't believe that i've gone through hell on earth that quickly.. (i define hell on earth as the period of constant studyiing and mugging for the sake of having the right grasp of education in our hands).elementary school here lasted for a whole 6 years, high school for 4 years(effing miserable) and college for 3 years(for me, but it was just great).. and that would probably sum up to a total of 13 years! phew... and then, a degree/honours for 4 years... oohh wee, 17 years!.. and then i don't think i'll stop.. i'll continue(prays hard) to move on to get masters and phd.. and so, i think that would be about 21 years altogether.. hahaha.. goodness,i just died.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years of education fully paid by my parents.. and then i'll pay for my masters and phd myself.. so therefore, i need to work for a while before going back to studies..and seriously, i have no intention of taking my masters and phd here in singapore.. i'm so gonna get out of this country... and experience life outside..maybe i'll go switzerland or UK, wherever so long it's not singapore... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-those who trade liberty for the hope of security get neither-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114464580977738397?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114464580977738397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114464580977738397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114464580977738397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114464580977738397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-those-who-didnt-realised-it-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114458877687747571</id><published>2006-04-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:19:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with mum and granny to lil india.. &lt;br /&gt;i like...&lt;br /&gt;a new friend, the fish monger...:)&lt;br /&gt;spot him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114458877687747571?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114458877687747571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114458877687747571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114458877687747571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114458877687747571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/out-with-mum-and-granny-to-lil-india.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114451182682888899</id><published>2006-04-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:02:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/eva-longoria-01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/eva-longoria-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way or another, i feel Eva Longoria from Desperate Housewives is likeVictoria Beckham.. Apparently, both of them are supportive of their sportsmen spouses... Eva who is currently attached to a basketballer, Tony Parker.. evidently and not missing a chance in showing off her support for her lover by having prints of the number 9 on her jeans, shirts and cell phone,sitting by the side, cheering for him every game...while Victoria famous for being the wife of the most sexiest soccer player, David Beckham is also known as the most supportive wife despite having her husband being involved in scandals and affairs, yet standing by his side, choosing not to believe in the worst thing that could gravely affect her marriage.. aside from that, i find a slight resemblance in the way they look.. thin small frame.. with a touch of classy sexy... not thrashy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much impressed with Eva's unconditional love for Tony.. she's just so sweet, loving, showering care and concern with endless efforts of support to the man she loves... besides that, she is also capable of giving a few pointers to her man in bed..well, simply because Tony was not that experienced in bed so Eva was the teacher.... next, all i hope is that Tony's team mates will not start to pick on him... i mean, who in the hell would want other guys to know that u(males) are not good in bed..and that is the girl leading the game..!!! phew... she's hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think i may have developed lesbian crushes on her(other than jessica alba)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egotastic.com/entertainment/celebrities/eva-longoria/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[SOURCE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/11995444-114451182682888899?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114451182682888899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114451182682888899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114451182682888899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114451182682888899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-way-or-another-i-feel-eva-longoria.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114447512073487536</id><published>2006-04-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:47:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;college girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/15253958420332l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/15253958420332l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bored to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;me: eh hafiz, budak budak skolah nie semua tak tahu balik ke per?? salin lah baju dulu ke sebelum keluar...&lt;br /&gt;hafiz:alah, diorang nak one shot terus keluar...kite pun dulu gitu..&lt;br /&gt;me:oh.. betul jugak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: eh budak budak college nie semua tak tahu balik ke per?? dah pukul brapa siak,besok friday, ada skolah kan...&lt;br /&gt;mariam:haha.. kau jgn cakap banyak.. kiter pun dulu mcm gitu per..&lt;br /&gt;me: oh a'ah eh... aku wonder asal kite tak rasa penat.. habis skolah dah lah lambat abeh sempat gi town semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right... time check..8.30pm for both events..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i recalled my days when i was in my college uniform loitering in town,holland v or anywhere, u name it.. only to reach home by 10pm..then waking up to go to school the next morning.. not having my tutorials done.. easy life..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and now, it sets me thinking why in the hell are those college kids doing here or there at night... they should be studying.. aren't they tired??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, now, i know wat other people thought about me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114447512073487536?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114447512073487536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114447512073487536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114447512073487536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114447512073487536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/college-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114442995662546633</id><published>2006-04-08T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:12:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/IMAG0014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/IMAG0014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy that Leon said i was drunk... i only drank coca cola from macdonalds and he said there was a high possibilty that somebody spiked it with rum... like wth! hahha.. hell, no.. i'm not drunk.. i'm just feeling happy!weee...&lt;br /&gt;so i met with 3 guys.. my best friends... the EDMUNDo,HAFIZo and CHENo.. hahaha..well, met up with the two blokes first before chen came.. and god, chen was extremely talkative just now.. he kept disturbing me and edmund.. all the time!! can u imagine it?? all the time! he just can't shut his mouth.. for once, he talks alot... he must have taken something that made him high.. hahaha... still, it was funny.. all of us joking.. laughing... having a great time... but it was not enough..we need to spend more time.. there was practically nothing new at jp... after so long of not going to that place, i realised that kfc, pizza hut and many other things are now revamped.. haha.. cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy me... haha... must be due to those three guys who made my day.. i truly enjoyed it even though it was for only a short time..&lt;br /&gt;those guys... i love them lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114442995662546633?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114442995662546633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114442995662546633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114442995662546633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114442995662546633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-so-happy-that-leon-said-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114434145272001559</id><published>2006-04-07T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:37:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i managed to get my asics into use.. goodness, it's been a long time since i run in them.. and no doubt, my stamina is going down the drain.. i gasped for air like fish out of water after running no stop for 20 mins... like wth... gone were the days when i can run like a horse..&lt;br /&gt;oh and gone were the days when i have a flat tummy and toned legs.. hahahah... ok fine, my tummy is getting big..i've been eating but not exercising.. so i'm in need of getting back to regular exercising to keep fit and healthy.. and also, not forgetting a flat and toned tummy.. it will take time.. i knoww...hahhaa... i wish i wish.. i want jessica alba's body.. hot..&lt;br /&gt;oh ok.. today.. i saw a guy who looks like RANDY from the indonesia's sinetron DIA.. like wth!!!!!!!!!!!! haha.. totally lar.. i was like.. WOAH. he's hot.. so cute.. with the bad boy look.. totally awesome.. i can't believe i kept checking him out.. hahaha..goodness.. we kinda exchanged glances and looks.. goodness, i can just melt there..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and then yeah, back home.. changed and went for a night run..&lt;br /&gt;things got better when i got in to a lift with this sexy chinese guy who went topless.. six pack,great abs... and since he was in shorts and running shoes and sweating, i can bet he went for a run too.. haha... sexy lil thing.. he's kinda short though..oh and he lives somewhere above my place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that when i saw cute guys or when they are around me, i tend to look away,look down or pretended they don't exist.. haha.. like wtf.. i dunno why.. but hell, i got to do something bout it.. hey, i'm not gonna flirt.. no no no....you see, cute guys are nice to look at.. hahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114434145272001559?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114434145272001559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114434145272001559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114434145272001559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114434145272001559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-i-managed-to-get-my-asics-into.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114429883621354849</id><published>2006-04-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:47:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/Photo0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/Photo0355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i've bought a new pair of slippers... nah, nothing new.. just one from the older seasons from havaianas.. oh and it's green by the way... hahaha...oh and a pair of flats too.. &lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole day yesterday with hamid... had lunch at geylang serai.. and then to town... shopped... check out some stuffs... he didn't get wat he wanted to buy.. well, it's time well spent before he goes into the army.. goodness, time flies too fast here..&lt;br /&gt;i feel tired... i just wanna rest at home.. but i can't... arghhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114429883621354849?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114429883621354849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114429883621354849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114429883621354849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114429883621354849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-so-ive-bought-new-pair-of-slippers.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114416751977192516</id><published>2006-04-04T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:18:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a question... do i still look like a college girl when i tied my hair back and have my specs on?? i mean seriously...&lt;br /&gt;i have two pjc guys and a sec sch guy checking me out earlier today.. and boy, in my heart, i was just telling myself(questioning actually) that i can't believe i'm over and done with sec sch and college life.. but then again, those guys are rather cute.. the sec sch kid especially.. goodness, if more were to check me out, i think i'll be cruising high schools instead.. hahahahaha.. ok, that's a joke.. those kids are way too young for me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, life stinks when u have to depend on a worn-out pair of slippers, having to risk your life and trying to maintain stability while at the same time, not to slip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to worry, i'll be getting a new pair tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114416751977192516?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114416751977192516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114416751977192516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114416751977192516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114416751977192516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-question.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114399745505187123</id><published>2006-04-03T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:04:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/paris-hilton-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/320/paris-hilton-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i thought paris hilton is a dumb girl.. but hold your breath as she can actually drive!!!! wow, i mean driving is not easy to learn.. imagine how tough it is for her to learn driving when she can't even read.. God bless her....&lt;br /&gt;and being her,with a fetish of Greek men, her life somehow revolves around two Greek shipping heirs!! holy cow.. and they are gonna inherit nearly $300 million... totally, paris hilton could strike it rich (again) if it she could only just hook up with either one of them..she sure knows how to work her charms..&lt;br /&gt;and who could have thought that she actually has herpes... hmmm.. fact or fiction??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egotastic.com/entertainment/celebrities/paris-hilton/"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;[SOURCE]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114399745505187123?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114399745505187123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114399745505187123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114399745505187123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114399745505187123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-and-i-thought-paris-hilton-is-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114396228484063195</id><published>2006-04-02T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:18:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOST MY HAVAIANAS!!!!!!! MY PRECIOUS HAVAIANAS.. THE ONE WHICH I'VE BEEN WEARING FOR A YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME STUPID FUCKING IDIOT STOLE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MAY U TRIP AND FALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U LAR.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pardon my language...in an angsty mode now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114396228484063195?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114396228484063195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114396228484063195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114396228484063195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114396228484063195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lost-my-havaianas-my-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114382153996754685</id><published>2006-04-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:12:20.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/hung%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/hung%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that when i'm at home, i tend to be hungry all the time.. i kept eating.. and soon, my fridge will be bare..great,i seriously need to shed some pounds off my body..&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing, western food nvr did satisfy my hunger pangs.. that explains the discontentment shown from my face..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114382153996754685?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114382153996754685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114382153996754685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one thing we all know, life is full of ups and downs.. something that is beyond of our control.. that's when destiny comes into the picture..there are things in life which we can change..free will, that's wat we should call it..oh well, whatever it is..everything will be fine and nothing but good times ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114381685484481614?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114381685484481614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114381685484481614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114381685484481614'/><link rel='self' 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yesterday was both great and bad... bad scene 1: kids getting on my nerves, i nearly blew my top...great scene 2:meeting up mary at town.. i like..;) and then, met up with hazel and jolene.. nice to see them after such a long time.. bad scene 2: bus nvr came and i was already late..bad scene 3: got screwed and scolded by mum for reaching home.. bad scene 4: effing pissed off,irritated and just mad..&lt;br /&gt;goodness, i nearly died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. unpredictable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114378437004865966?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114378437004865966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114378437004865966&amp;isPopup=true' 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shopper just like paris hilton..ok wait, i wasn't so pass that...&lt;br /&gt;if i were to earn $6,000-$10,000 which i will..insyaallah..(prays hard)&lt;br /&gt;i will buy alot of things for myself and my family,not everyday, but every weekend..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to gucci boutique every month and buy a bag for myself,mum and granny..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to zara and mango to buy a thing or two from there each week since their seasonal change is only after 2-3 mths..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to lacoste and buy their colourful tops and sporty bags..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to dior and chanel booths to buy myself J'adore perfume and pure poison perfume for mum..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to tiffany's to buy jewellery pieces for gbaonk, mary and diana for their birthdays..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to ferragamo, chanel, dior, gucci or coach to buy bags for gbaonk,mary and bao yue for the birthdays every 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to swatch booths to buy new arrivals of swatch watches to edmund and hidayu..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to ralph lauren to buy polo shirts for dad, uncle and hamid..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to levi's boutqiues to buy jeans for dad,uncle,hamid and edmund..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to nike boutiques to buy shirts,bags and shoes for chen..&lt;br /&gt;i will head down to jimmy choo's to buy myself and nisah nice shoes..&lt;br /&gt;i will travel around the world with my family..&lt;br /&gt;i will...&lt;br /&gt;i will...&lt;br /&gt;i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, now.. i must work hard.. study hard that is..&lt;br /&gt;susah susah sekarang, senang senang kemudian..&lt;br /&gt;woopee...&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting to experience my fruits of labour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna be a tai tai..&lt;br /&gt;not happy?? find a way to deal with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/0000BF12-FDFA-12E0-86C60C01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/0000BF12-FDFA-12E0-86C60C01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARCTIC MONKEYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try listening to arctic monkeys and u'll get hooked... try it.. because it works for me.. a band originated from england consists of four guys namely alex,jamie,matt and andy.. these young blokes are now gaining more and more popularity.. i must say it's their music who gets them into places aside from their looks...&lt;br /&gt;awesomely cool... A Certain Romance is the one that made me put my mp3 on repeat mode... besides the fast beat and funky I Bet U Look Good On The Dancefloor which sparked off their uprising stardom, Fake Tales Of San Francisco puts you into groove..meanwhile, When The Sun Goes Down has a story to it and man, it's just great!&lt;br /&gt;talented british guys...&lt;br /&gt;great music...&lt;br /&gt;good looks...&lt;br /&gt;wat more can i ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/alexturner_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/alexturner_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alex&lt;/strong&gt;, the singer.. hot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114356380543180200?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-11995444.post-114347880869344385</id><published>2006-03-28T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:00:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoopie goldberg never fails to amaze me with her funny lines... always been able to perk me up late at night, making me laugh and giggle till my grandma wakes up asking me all sorts of question to why i am laughing in the middle of night.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;i've always like comedies compared to other movies... a reason for it is that comedies make u laugh ur hearts out.. making u feel happier or at least, lift a a heavy feeling or a sense of burden from ur mind or heart... and they say  laughing is the cure to all diseases..&lt;br /&gt;i nvr believe in wrinkles.. because to me they are laugh lines.. unless u're someone who broods day and night, not wanting to even smile, let alone laugh...&lt;br /&gt;and laughing makes u look younger.. more vibrant and glowing with youthfulness.. is there such a word anyway?? nvr mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so laugh ur hearts out people.. be happy..be merry...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114347880869344385?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114347880869344385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114347880869344385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114347880869344385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114347880869344385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/03/whoopie-goldberg-never-fails-to-amaze.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114339327259637767</id><published>2006-03-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:14:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting under the fan with the air conditioner switched on makes me feel... cool....&lt;br /&gt;and i'm loving it... it doesn't make me feel so stinging cold, if u get what i mean..and i'm feeling kinda hot now.. must be the weather.. it's hot and humid.. typical weather of which no doubts makes us feel irritated and restless.. thinking of it, i can't imagined myself studying in a room without air con.. i mean seriously..thank god, jjc has classrooms fitted with air conditioners..or else, i would have just drop dead while trying to study with much concentration,enduring the intense heat and also not forgetting, the sounds of fighter jets flying above the college... that's already enough to irk me for the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i used to recall the days when the whole classroom reeked of fried chicken or some other strong smelling food each time when some students brought in some food into the classroom to eat.. haha.. goodness... the stench alone was enough to kill... and we would all complained and cursed whoever who was the brilliant one to actually bring in food into the air conditioned classroom... bugger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss studying.. i'm getting bored with my life now... i can't wait to start school actually..&lt;br /&gt;hurry hurry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114339327259637767?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114339327259637767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114339327259637767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114339327259637767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114339327259637767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/03/sitting-under-fan-with-air-conditioner.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114337999386486600</id><published>2006-03-26T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:33:13.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been hectic for me this week..&lt;br /&gt;tuition..&lt;br /&gt;a time by myself at esplanade library.. and in the end i concluded that dancing can't be learnt through guided books..&lt;br /&gt;lunch with hamid.. before the mat goes to ns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, the highlight of the week!&lt;br /&gt;a day out with mariam.. haha.. amazingly, we combed the whole of far east plaza in search of nice clothes and bags..&lt;br /&gt;haha... it was just great.. and we also had a new addition to our wardrobe...&lt;br /&gt;we had a great talk about some stuffs... and made a few conclusions too...haha.. a great window shopping kaki.. and yes, i'll be ur window shopping partner!!! weeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy...very happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/P3252188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/P3252188.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mary and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/P3252191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/P3252191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we met nadiah after her tanning session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/P3252207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/P3252207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;US with NADIAH and a new friend, nice one..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/P3252208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/P3252208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be giler giler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114337999386486600?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114337999386486600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-11995444.post-114304751442552815</id><published>2006-03-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T01:11:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as confident and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is passionate and physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem thoughtful and interested in ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Likely an Only Child&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/only-child.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when you're organizing.&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you tend to worry about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management.&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are honest and direct. You tell it like it is.&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian (SJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.&lt;br /&gt;You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you tend to be polite and formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114304751442552815?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114304751442552815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114304751442552815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114304751442552815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114304751442552815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-your-face-says-at-first-glance.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114301198045260295</id><published>2006-03-22T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:19:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>although u may find it weird to take photos of our city, i seriously find it to be a very interesting and also fun thing to do.. instantly, i feel like a tourist in my own country taking photos of esplanade, cbd areas, sentosa and many more..and at the same time, i can show my international friends the photos i have taken so as  to let them have a glimpse of  wat singapore looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout being a tourist..i'm kinda excited about our-future-to-be trip to australia with the gbaonk right after putri hit the age of 21!!...haha NO MORE CONSENT FORMS! weee... i'm going going... hopefully, my aunt will still be there... hmmm, i think she should be because right after she completed her masters degree there, she'll be working as an assistant lecturer...yeah yeah!!!.. oh, since university of melbourne is way more better than nus, i told mum bout it and she said she don't mind sending me there to study cause my aunt's going to be assistant lecturer there!!!.. woopeeee!!!!!!! yes ah...*got hope*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so at australia, i want to plck strawberries, carry a koala bear, play with snow, enjoy the scenic view of the twelve apostles, shop,  take a look at the seals,dolphin and whales and horse ride...(wah,confident)....&lt;br /&gt;i want i want!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start saving!!!!!!!!(as usual, i spend using my own money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new hobby will be travelling....&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to redang this year... heh...&lt;br /&gt;mary, u want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after aust, i'll start saving and bring my family there..&lt;br /&gt;then, new zealand..&lt;br /&gt;then, germany.....&lt;br /&gt;then, finland...&lt;br /&gt;then, austria.. all before hitting the age of 25...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-simply because by 25, mum will be bugging me to get married.. she's like so afraid that i might marry late since i'm like forever want to study and set a career path of my own-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. seriously, i think i must save like 200 bucks a month..&lt;br /&gt;now, saving up wouldn't be tough if not for my driving lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tough when ur expenses are not 'sponsored' by ur parents...&lt;br /&gt;damn, my parents really know how to make me realise life is not easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114301198045260295?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114301198045260295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114301198045260295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114301198045260295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114301198045260295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/03/although-u-may-find-it-weird-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114296422523654542</id><published>2006-03-22T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:03:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisah got hooked on turkish men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a warning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be surprised if i got hooked on white men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. i should be getting out of here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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reprocessed the water for them so that they have clean water to drink..&lt;br /&gt;funny to how they still think that just because we were once part of them, we should not TEACH them things which we're good in now....&lt;br /&gt;funny to how they still think that just because they're a big country, we should listen to everything they say...&lt;br /&gt;funny to how they,being a so-called BIG BROTHER bullies us... &lt;br /&gt;funny to how they hate tourists from singapore and then crying for help when we chose not to go back there ever since alot of us got beaten and killed by them...&lt;br /&gt;funny to how they don't bother to clean up their KTM railways and buildings here but they're so persistent about doing a big project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a long list... i'm just naming a few...&lt;br /&gt;we have been patient for more than 4 decades...&lt;br /&gt;and we are still being patient now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i feel... singapore-malaysia relationship is ambivalent..&lt;br /&gt;just that malaysia is the one pushing the limits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish all this nonsense can just end... cause it is really beginning to make more singaporeans hate our 'neighbour'...&lt;br /&gt;where's the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singapore.. being a small country but a fucking rich one...&lt;br /&gt;i shall just say GO BUILD THE BRIDGE MALAYSIA WANTS... so that there won't be any misunderstandings and we all can just live happily.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we're always giving in to them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114294485346339752?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114294485346339752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new week.. a busy one i guess.. since the kids are back to school and more lessons will be pushed to the afternoons and evenings... i hate evening lessons... but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;and so mary appeared on tv.. haha.. she looks thin... she sounds different.. and the points she said reminded me of the facts we've wrote for our GP essays.. hahaa...cool....*claps for mary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel like eating macdonalds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114282778238596350?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114282778238596350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114282778238596350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114282778238596350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11995444/posts/default/114282778238596350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-week.html' title=''/><author><name>polkadotszealot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867005137955889563</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-11995444.post-114268912911591598</id><published>2006-03-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:38:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice day.. a bright, hot and sunny one... with good company... things never got worse...&lt;br /&gt;they wandered off in search of a mat while i was already waiting at the train station.. haha that explains my face in the pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beach, we just ate and ate... laughed at some stupid jokes... we laughed non stop actually.. played frisbee... played water... the weather is freaking hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too smug to be a hippie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makan time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love this pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice pic.. but w/o me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too much sand&lt;br /&gt;it was getting late but still, people were queueing for the luge and chairlift.. haha... nisah was panicked as usual... and the four of us managed to fit into the chairlift... magnificent view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/ridephoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/ridephoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wee.... up there....&lt;br /&gt;and then we prepare ourselves for the luge.. so many people lar... anyway, helmets!! will never be a fashion statement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and put&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute people&lt;br /&gt;we took a long bus ride home... bus number 30... and so we ate and ate our corned beef sandwich, whipped potato and also finished up our big bottle of mineral water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/1600/imag0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7477/995/200/imag0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eat eat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114268912911591598?l=polkadotszealot.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-11995444.post-114257666216190871</id><published>2006-03-17T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:24:22.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes... not having alot of friends is ok so long we have gerek members.. haha.. gerek sounds cute... thanks to mariam who uses the word gerek... it nvr came to my mind to use the word gerek till now.. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i define gerek members as friends who i can depend on, someone whom i can open up my feelings to and also being there for me when i'm in the worse stages of my life... also no doubt, someone who i can laugh and have fun with....&lt;br /&gt;indeed, i have many friends.. but not all were there for me...&lt;br /&gt;throughout my life, i'm grateful to have friends, though not many, that are gerek...&lt;br /&gt;hence, i always thank god for friends such as &lt;br /&gt;gbaonk&lt;br /&gt;aisyah&lt;br /&gt;animal kingdom&lt;br /&gt;hamid&lt;br /&gt;mariam,diana&lt;br /&gt;diyana&lt;br /&gt;hannah,bao yue&lt;br /&gt;adel&lt;br /&gt;edmund,chen chen&lt;br /&gt;for they have played a great part in my life... and even though i don't keep in contact with them often, i have them in my mind and prayers.... wondering how's life for them... only wishing they'll do well,happy and safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114257666216190871?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polkadotszealot.blogspot.com/feeds/114257666216190871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11995444&amp;postID=114257666216190871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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says:&lt;br /&gt;dah makan?&lt;br /&gt;oops! says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;oops! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying ... says:&lt;br /&gt;abih? tunggu christmas?&lt;br /&gt;oops! says:&lt;br /&gt;tak ah&lt;br /&gt;oops! says:&lt;br /&gt;cny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and so nisa has been bugging me to eat.. bleah.. later bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as ignorant as i can be, i pray for my friends...gd,old friends to just acquaintances...&lt;br /&gt;be it for their own safety,longevity,good health,prosperity ,happiness (yes,u mariam!)lessen their stress levels for those studying in uni(yes,u diana!) and also showing the right way of life or path for us to take so that life is worth the living....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11995444-114252742208489660?l=polkadotszealot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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